<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:11:46.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis reflection</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-819137819179278240</id><published>2007-04-03T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:07:13.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking news..</title><content type='html'>Recently I heard that my class senior from JC just passed away. I wouldn't know if not for lixiang.. My class was not close to my senior's class.. and I would guess they didn't know about it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I did not really know the girl(lets call her D) well, it came as a shock when i received news of her death. It is just shocking to know that the living, breathing person whom i had talked to and laughed with is no longer in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho I didn't attend her wake(if i had i'm sure the impact would have been much greater), it did make me feel the meaning of the sentence 'life is transient'. I have always been a person who had preferred to have a few good friends.. there is a saying that goes something like "Acquaintance of many, friends of none". I had always believed in that. Now, i think otherwise. U never know when your friends will depart from this world. In the busyness of life, there is always time to get to know pple better.. and to be of impact to them before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D had committed suicide. Rumours has it that she had suffered from depression. She had always done superbly well in her studies.. a good life is cut out for her. Why then had she chosen this road for herself? It is a mystery that no one will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her wake, her good friend was giving a speech. Hearing this from my friend who attended, this good friend of D said, " Sometimes I wish she wasn't so perfect. I wish I had been more observant to notice the crack that had appeared on this perfect vase.. a crack that wasn't big enough to let pple come in. " (Can't remember the exact words.. it was something along that line..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we can be our worse critic in our strife for perfection. D was a christian. She had Jesus in her life. But that was not enough to stop her from taking her own life. My friend asked whether she would go to hell for committing suicide.. i didn't know how to answer him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope D is with God now.. life is so full of uncertainty. Dun let the busyness of life deter u from cherishing ur friends and family now.. it is so important to let them know u love and care for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-819137819179278240?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/819137819179278240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=819137819179278240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/819137819179278240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/819137819179278240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking news..'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-1263782069047616186</id><published>2007-03-05T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:07:42.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mercy Me - Word of God Speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;Would You pour down like rain&lt;br /&gt;Washing my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;To be still and know&lt;br /&gt;That You're in this place&lt;br /&gt;Please let me stay and rest&lt;br /&gt;In Your holiness&lt;br /&gt;Word of God speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself in the midst of You&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the music, beyond the noise&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is to be with You&lt;br /&gt;And in the quiet hear Your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself at a loss for words&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is it's okay&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I need is to be heard&lt;br /&gt;But to hear what You would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared during cell last time that besides feeling God's presence.. the only way that I know God is with me is when He speaks. This song echoes how i feel at this moment in time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-1263782069047616186?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1263782069047616186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=1263782069047616186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/1263782069047616186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/1263782069047616186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/mercy-me-word-of-god-speak-word-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-3526440620529497535</id><published>2007-03-05T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T03:05:39.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless, literally</title><content type='html'>Psyching myself up for the weeks to come.. there's so much to do.. everything is so tight. During missions night Pastor Mohan talked about resources.. that it doesn't matter how small or few the resources are.. as long as we entrust it into the hands of God, it will be sufficient. That really spoke to me... comitting to attending all the practices for the Easter event requires a huge show of faith. Every inch of me is tempted to hold on to the limited time and energy that i have.. just to cope with the major project deadlines, tests and assignments that are always due just before the exams, much to the frustration and annoyance of all. But somehow.. this time i feel that i &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;take part in Easter.. maybe its wad God has put into my heart.. so.. i'm just going to go along with it.. and ignore the sensible voice in my head that shouts for control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038333190146666530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ksUVLyHDMA/RevBV5rAsCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ywTeIB0fV5Y/s320/171x94_timeless.gif" width="171" border="0" /&gt; Presenting to you, the Trinity Easter event for 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was fetching me to school this morning in the car.. i looked out of the window and for the first time, appreciated the many trees that lined the roadside. Spaced at regular intervals, they provide shade from the sun and shelter from the rain. And suddenly i had this impression in my head.. that similarly, God puts people in our lives to help shelter us from the pressures of life. As we travel along the road of our lives, these people help and guide us.. and it is due to the contributions of these people that we grow.. and hopefully, we will one day become a tree to others and provide the same help that we had received. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe u are travelling on ur road.. a road that no one else but you can travel on.. maybe u feel tired and alone.. but fear not, the next tree is in sight. We know because God has said he will never leave nor forsake us.. He will never give us something that is too much for us to handle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-3526440620529497535?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3526440620529497535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=3526440620529497535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/3526440620529497535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/3526440620529497535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/timeless-literally.html' title='Timeless, literally'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ksUVLyHDMA/RevBV5rAsCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ywTeIB0fV5Y/s72-c/171x94_timeless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-5013667146961173335</id><published>2007-02-27T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T17:34:39.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess week, not</title><content type='html'>First day of recess week was spent in FAL doing my accounting project. My group is supposed to come up with a master budget for our assignment. Thank God for my projectmate, eunice who is really good at excel(her mom is a IT lecturer).. cos i simply CMI in IT... i managed to learn a couple of things or two from her.. like how to use short-cuts. Believe me.. so much work can be reduced by just using Ctrl+c and Ctrl+v.. cos excel can apply the saved formulas to the different cells.. plus, the program actually learns and modify itself... &lt;em&gt;*shock*&lt;/em&gt; i din know a software can do that...so smart.. anw, we managed to finish slightly more than half of the assignment after like 8 hours.. so going back on fri to finish the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i'm trying to brainstorm an idea for TVC assignment.. we're required to prepare a storyboard and come up with an advertisement commercial(in video form) for a product.. must produce a 15 pg write-up in creative brief format somemore.. help.. no ideas are coming to my head.. i need inspiration soon..cos the deadline is next tues and that's like in 1 weeks' time.. and i need someone who knows how to edit videos.. rong i hope u're seeing this.. &lt;em&gt;*sends SOS distress signal*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The above.. plus one 4 pg report of an interview for my GE, is just about sufficient to occupy the whole of recess week. Hai.. its not gonna be a break at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least there's something to look forward to. Next sunday is melvin and weisum's wedding! They are the first of my friends who are getting married.. haha. It's gonna be their special day.. i'm feeling excited for them. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-5013667146961173335?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5013667146961173335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=5013667146961173335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/5013667146961173335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/5013667146961173335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/recess-week-not.html' title='Recess week, not'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-8323406816402593722</id><published>2007-02-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:55:41.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>The lunar new year has just passed.. really blessed this year. Received a big ang pow from my uncle cos he struck 4D.. both me and my sis gets a share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, 4 good days of rest has been more than enuff. In fact, it has made me restless.. how ironic. See, that's what happened to me when i've got too much time on my hands.. instead of doing what i'm supposed to do(like assignments for one), i think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the happenings around me... people, family situations, external family relations, circumstances... and I can't help but wonder. why can't things be different? And i think back to a point in time when i really wanna grow up.. so that i can change things.. instead of accepting things the way it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just got this nagging feeling that i'm missing a lot in life. There must be so many things that i've yet to experience, and things that i can learn and be really good at. Maybe it is time to look pass the restrictions..to follow my heart and do what i've always wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. i've recently fallen in love with deep purple. Bought a purple bag and a purple top.. and i almost wanted to buy a purple dress today but managed to practise restrain. think i better keep my ang pow $$ in the bank and bury my debit card somewhere where i can't see it.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. homework's calling out to me. I haven't done my tut which is due tmr.. pls pardon my rattlings.. just in a queer mood..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-8323406816402593722?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8323406816402593722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=8323406816402593722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/8323406816402593722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/8323406816402593722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-7009313686661309230</id><published>2007-02-16T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T12:17:15.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mystery of chemistry</title><content type='html'>Just feel like penning down some thoughts going through my head.. and the topic of the day is: chemistry. Wad exactly is chemistry? Wikipedia defines &lt;em&gt;chemistry&lt;/em&gt; as the science of matter at the atomic to molecular scale, dealing primarily with collections of atoms, such as gases, molecules, crystals ,and metals. Ok.. i'm just being lame.. I'm not a science student so obviously i'm not blogging abt the interaction between atoms and stuff like that. Instead, wad has stirred my interest is not so much chemistry in the scientific sense, but rather &lt;em&gt;interpersonal chemistry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the fields of sociology, behavioral psychology, and evolutionary psychology, with specific reference to intimate relationships, romantic relationships, or friendships, &lt;em&gt;interpersonal chemistry&lt;/em&gt; is a feeling of affiliation, bonding, or comfort, which is sometimes present in the first fifteen minutes of meeting someone new(source:wikipedia). Chemistry can persist for years in friendship or a sexual relationship, but as it pertains to first dates and meeting strangers, it refers to a rather immediate feeling of rapport, comfort and liking. Sexual interest may be present but is not required. It may also be used to define a strong sexual attraction, sometimes without the presence of the feelings of compatibility, comfort, rapport, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is good chemistry and bad chemistry. Good chemistry is thought to be associated with or the result of favorable human bondings and associations, whereas bad chemisty results in awkwardness and feelings of discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry would perhaps also contributes to the extent of camaraderie between friends and the feeling of closeness. Ever wondered why some friendships potentially gets deeper.. but some pple never get beyond surface talk? Well.. that's chemistry for u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has our own chemical make-up. We are like walking bottles that contain our unique blend of chemical components within.. looking for other bottles to match and compliment what we have. &lt;em&gt;Too bad there isn't any labels.. bottles with the matching components would have been much easier and clearer to spot.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-7009313686661309230?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7009313686661309230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=7009313686661309230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/7009313686661309230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/7009313686661309230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/mystery-of-chemistry.html' title='The mystery of chemistry'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-117086221760562722</id><published>2007-02-07T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:30:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/918625/P1010934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/116111/P1010934.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/337962/P1010933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/545161/P1010933.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this here b4 it is seen on someone else's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/906874/P1010951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/388889/P1010951.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 Feb bdae girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/396236/P1010956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/266871/P1010956.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the red 'sunflower'.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a &lt;br /&gt;href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/62396/P1010977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/350445/P1010977.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hall neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/739578/P1010970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/966296/P1010970.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/846490/P1010963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/578256/P1010963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-117086221760562722?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/117086221760562722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=117086221760562722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117086221760562722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117086221760562722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-moments.html' title='Happy moments'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-117086036140212566</id><published>2007-02-07T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:59:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st bdae to me!</title><content type='html'>It has been 4 day since I turned 21…I know this post is a lil late.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts of turning 21:&lt;br /&gt;- I’m now officially an adult… I’m finally grown up! &lt;br /&gt;- It’s now time to give back after receiving so much from my parents... Turning 21 comes with it the responsibility to take a more proactive role in seeing things in my family work out for the better, be it relationships, financial aspects, etc. And more importantly, salvation for my dad and sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting fact: Some friends whom I had known for so long forgot my bdae, while some friends that I had made for less than 2 years remembered and were among the first to drop a happy bdae msg. My best fren from JC called to say happy bade from montreal! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 21 has brought several things into perspective. One of the question I asked myself is.. out of this 21 years.. who are my real friends? Friends that I can trust.. friends who will stand by me in times of trial.. friends who will be there for me. Do I have this kind of friends? I thank God that the answer is yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back now.. I’m amazed by how things had changed..  God has slowly, but surely been working in my life. I’m glad that God has brought many people into my life to teach me things that can never be learnt by myself. Covenantal relationships are indeed a blessing from God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning 21 is not about parties, expensive gifts, or fancy affairs. Gifts lose their novelty and memories fade, but true friendships last. Turning 21 is a celebration of independence, knowing that at the onset of adult life, you have friends and loved ones there by your side, those who will walk with you through the journey of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-117086036140212566?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/117086036140212566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=117086036140212566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117086036140212566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117086036140212566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-21st-bdae-to-me.html' title='Happy 21st bdae to me!'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-117000878522459535</id><published>2007-01-29T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T02:30:54.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons</title><content type='html'>The large magnitude of school work coupled with the unexpectedly increase in serving that had hit much like a silent tsunami ever since the start of 2007 had subsided.. the waves of anxiety and paranoia has slowly retreated.. leaving in its wake not a trail of death and destruction.. but rather, quiet, comtemplative relection.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember countless times of telling God it's too much too fast.. &lt;em&gt;slow down&lt;/em&gt;.. it's too much for me to handle. Everytime i open my mouth to complain, God never fails to remind me of the story of how the people had grumbled against God as Moses lead them out into the desert. In the land of suffering and discomfort.. they had lost sight of God's promise for them. &lt;em&gt;Without vison, the people perish&lt;/em&gt;..God has already given me a vision and a promise for 2007.. and the wonder of it all is, part of it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; being fulfilled even right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tangible works of God.. all in His perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Entry into CM as singer&lt;br /&gt;2) Invitation extended for L-cell&lt;br /&gt;3) Stepped up as MEX i/c &lt;br /&gt;4) Adopted an SB (one who complains that a good mummy will not bully her..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors opened by God? I believe so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded once again of God's perfect timing.. of how important it is to learn all that God intended for one to learn in that special season.. bcos once that season is past.. &lt;em&gt;it's gone&lt;/em&gt;.. and it is not until one enters into the next season that one realises how God has actually been using the past season to prepare for this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The path to fulfilling one's destiny is not by participating in the rat race of life.. but by entering wholly into the timely seasons of God..  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-117000878522459535?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/117000878522459535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=117000878522459535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117000878522459535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/117000878522459535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/01/seasons.html' title='Seasons'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116816992615434795</id><published>2007-01-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:48:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I know its a bit late for new year resolutions.. haha.. but i shall pen them down anyway. Dun expect a long list though.. cos I believe resolutions are not made only to be broken. Being focused is the key..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have more fufilling friendships&lt;br /&gt;2) Overcome my shyness &lt;br /&gt;3) Be more vocal and assertive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough? Easier said than done.. these are habits that can't be changed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and final one is from God. This came from God on the last day of 2006.. As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. [Joshua 24:15] 2007 is a year of promise of salvation for my sis and dad.. and it will be a year of serving and growing in God. I'm looking forward to a brand new year ahead. YEAH! A fresh semester starts tmr! A new season brings along with it new challenges and conquests!! I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, &lt;em&gt;grant me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serenity to accept the things i cannot change&lt;br /&gt;The courage to change the things i can&lt;br /&gt;And wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quote from nigel and meow meow's christmas-gift bookmark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116816992615434795?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116816992615434795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116816992615434795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116816992615434795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116816992615434795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116747146405019832</id><published>2006-12-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:37:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad rush</title><content type='html'>It was quite a mad rush for me yesterday. I was getting ready to go for betty's 21st bdae party at 6.15pm when an sms came reminding me of the meeting cum training for Creative Min at Trinity PL at 7.30pm. Apparently the meeting was off for the instrumental side but not so for singers. It was a lesson learnt in commitment when I had to make a choice between attending my good fren's bdae party and going for an a CM meeting. Stating down your commitment on paper is easy.. not so when it gets down to fultilling it! And as if having to make that choice is not bad enough, i didn't have the faintest idea of how to get myself to Oneplace! As time ticks by and i searched my room frantically for the past weekend's bulletin which contains the dirctions(to no avail).. that leaves me with the fastest method of calling the CM person to ask for directions. Hai. So much for making good first impressions. But i figured that being punctual for the first meeting is better than appearing dumb. So there u go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at Oneplace, one look at the gigantic structure only served to amaze me with the abundant provision of God, leaving me with no clue as to how to get into the massive building still in the completion phase. With the help of a helpful Indian worker who kindly gave me the wrong direction(it could be that i misunderstood him with his heavily ah-neh accented english), I went up 4 storeys(our meeting place, the chapel is at the 4th floor), went through wooden doors that thankfully did not shut permanently behind me, and walk about in circles like a blind mouse in a maze b4 meeting again another construction worker who gave me the correct directions this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally i arrived at the chapel and got to meet my fellow singers for the first time. Scanning the faces hopefully, I can't believe that I din know anyone there! To make things worse, i can say with confidence that I am one of the youngest there. Most of the people there are adults, some are married(met 4 couples)and one was even from the tai-tai cell(who ever heard of that!). Everyone seem to know everyone there. i have to admit i felt kinda left out. Sulih and yixin.. where are u... *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's things like this that makes me question whether i had made a wrong decision to serve in creative min. Maybe i should have been contented to stick to hosting. Yet, God has opened the doors for me to step in. Knowing this is where God wants me to be reminds me of why i want to go into CM in the first place. To serve God, and to express the my love for God through worship. Even though things may not be as i expect or want it to be, I know i have a great deal to learn, and fixing my eyes on God will surely serve me well. For the joy of the Lord is my strength. Neh 8:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting ended i had to rushed to betty's place to wish her happy bdae. Thankfully betty wasn't mad at me for arriving so late.. haha. I felt quite bad that i couldn't attend the whole of her party, esp since it is her 21st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear betty: Glad to see u so happy on ur 21st. Hope everything works well for you in the coming year. Congrats on entering adulthood! haha.. stay sweet and true and never lose ur youthfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of the RG squashers, cya on our next gathering when ness and bx returns! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116747146405019832?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116747146405019832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116747146405019832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116747146405019832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116747146405019832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/mad-rush.html' title='Mad rush'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116737861609549024</id><published>2006-12-29T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:50:16.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Prison Break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/zUiTVupn3iM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/zUiTVupn3iM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;First time i heard this song i thought of how true it is when two pple are in love. How love is beautiful.. unexplainable.. indescribable.. sweet.. vunerable.. and incredible at the same time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116737861609549024?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116737861609549024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116737861609549024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116737861609549024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116737861609549024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/prison-break-first-time-i-heard-this.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116636333626780609</id><published>2006-12-17T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:23:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Garden Festival</title><content type='html'>Went to walk around the garden exhibition at suntec concention halls today. Dun be mistaken i'm not too interested in plants but because i'm a curious person who likes to see new stuff, there i was. Glad i went cos i enjoyed walking around (surrounded by plants) and feasting my eyes on the different types of displays. Here's sharing some of the photos i took..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/410521/P1010833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/200677/P1010833.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/413587/P1010837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/425139/P1010837.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/741103/P1010847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/304633/P1010847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/659284/P1010827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/295663/P1010827.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/51407/P1010848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/339230/P1010848.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Beautiful white orchids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/394192/P1010828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/770497/P1010828.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Garden in a pan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/658044/P1010843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/112333/P1010843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/204575/P1010843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/727943/P1010843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     Same picture.. wad do u see now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/391762/P1010831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/40658/P1010831.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/624243/P1010834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/923642/P1010834.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   Cute reindeers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/1600/741237/P1010830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3143/2998/200/523998/P1010830.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             This is my personal fav.. gingerbreadman in the shrubs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116636333626780609?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116636333626780609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116636333626780609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116636333626780609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116636333626780609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/singapore-garden-festival.html' title='Singapore Garden Festival'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116634715890161283</id><published>2006-12-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:19:18.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon voyage</title><content type='html'>My best fren from jc just left for France today. I was there at the airport to send her off.. she's still the same person, but seem to have lost some weight. Must be the packing la.. she's spending 6 months there on exchange. I said teasingly that almost everyone who goes to a cold country puts on weight.. well she replied that she'll be the one exception! Lets see if she can keep her word.. haa.. hai.. will miss you badly girl. 6 months is a long time. You won't be here for my 21st bdae... but thanx for the very advanced 21st bdae present! Love it (:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take lots of care there girl.. dun be too susceptible to the charms of the French guys with their suave manners, hot bods and long-lashed eyes! cya in may 2007!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116634715890161283?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116634715890161283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116634715890161283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116634715890161283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116634715890161283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/bon-voyage.html' title='bon voyage'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116603580944134587</id><published>2006-12-14T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:50:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADM  tour at night</title><content type='html'>ADM is so beautiful at night after the rain.. i wish i could have taken a photo of it. The glasses are all shining with a wet sheen and under the moonlight, the whole school looks like a reflection in an oasis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner leslie and i got a private tour of ADM, courtesy of rongs. So into the school we went, where we visited the dark room with the cool rotating entrance, the light room, the animation room, the huge audi, the film room, and lots of other rooms which i can't really  remember the names. Oh we went to see rong's sleeping quarters duing sem time. Pretty neat. It's a huge room with sparse furnishing besides a white board(with funny drawings done by stressed out AMD students) and about a dozen computers in the room. According to rongs she and her classmates share computers and have developed shift schedules to each computer. And thus, they use the comps 24 hours day and night for their projects! ADM students really have more work then other NTU students.. they dun have a choice of not doing and passing up their tutorials. Dun even talk abt poning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rongs was such a good guide.. she made our tour of ADM absolutely delightful. It was not just going from room to rooms and seeing wad was in it.. it was hearing her recounting the stories of what her classmates did in those rooms that made the school come to life. I came away having a different impression and a newfound respect for ADM students. I've always thought ADM pple are a bit on the extreme and crazy side.. but hey they actually make cool posters and make art pieces that not everybody has the ability create. Plus, they have a whole different school life where everyone works hard together and and play together and eat and sleep together. The rooms still had the leftover evidence of their lifestyle. While looking at the whiteboard drawings, I can see how admist heaviness of their workload, the stress is channeled into creative energy that results in drawings and expressions that one won't get else where. Yeap, ADM students &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; a totally different breed of people. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116603580944134587?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116603580944134587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116603580944134587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116603580944134587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116603580944134587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/adm-tour-at-night.html' title='ADM  tour at night'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116603531871451835</id><published>2006-12-14T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:49:46.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thots</title><content type='html'>Random thot 1: Have you ever had the feeling of indignance when someone judge you based on someone else's opinion, without even knowing you? Now i know how dea feels when she blogged abt that last time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thot 2: Have you ever seen a person's appearance and made a judgement on how he/she is like even b4 saying anything? Well.. if that applies then one can't judge God cos no one can see His face..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116603531871451835?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116603531871451835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116603531871451835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116603531871451835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116603531871451835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thots.html' title='Random thots'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116582249667236016</id><published>2006-12-11T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T18:06:15.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>360degrees turn</title><content type='html'>Dec hols is here! (ok i know this is a bit late.. ahaa) I haven't been doing anything much besides reading books, evolving into a crouch potato, going out having fun...etc. Besically enjoying myself and wasting my time away not doing useful stuff. =P Been wanting to blog for sometime now.. but my sister monopolizes the internet connection at home(since she's paying for it) and since i've yet to get a router, I hardly get to come online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, what a great time of slacking b4 the hustle-and-bustle of school starts again! The freedom to choose what one wants to do is shiok! Ha ha. Nevertheless, relaxation and rejeuvenation aside, what is so great about holidays is also the time to reflect and re-orient myself b4 school starts and work steals away the time to do everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I've finally come to some satistfactory decision on an issue that I've been unable to settled on for a long time. Now that I've decided on my stand, i feel really liberated. In life, each decision involves a trade-off. In some you go all the way, and in some you compromise. And as nic always tells me, each man to his own conscience. As long as my conscience is clear before God.. that's good enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one seen Josh Groban's album Awakening on tv? Josh Groban's stong vocals resonating the lyrics of his main song 'You Are Loved' immediately captured my attention.. it's quite beautifully composed i must say. Simple words, yet it encompasses a deep, bountiful meaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with some thoughts to ponder on.. so many of us go through our christian walk comparing ourselves with non-christians. Questions like: How is it like to live a life that is void of the restrictions? How does it feel to live each day just to please ourselves? When others label us as goody-two-shoes or 'oh-so-holy' is worth the price to pay? Does God see what I am going through for Him? what if what if what if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;what if&lt;/em&gt; God &lt;em&gt;sees&lt;/em&gt;...the things you are going through.. the words of retort that you bite back in the face of unfair comments.. the yearnings to be like your other friends and just to go with the flow.. or the thoughts that say i will choose not to do this because i choose to honour my God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt;.. God sees the the silent tears you shed in your heart at times when you think no one understands.. &lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt;.. God sees the heart that shouts out no matter the opposition, it want to live out a life that's worthy of a child of God? &lt;em&gt;What if&lt;/em&gt;.. God sees the progress you make to spiritual maturity and is mightily pleased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if.. we know with a certainty that God &lt;em&gt;knows &lt;/em&gt; and he &lt;em&gt;understands&lt;/em&gt; and he &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; us with an everlasting love? When that mindset is embedded deep in our consciousness, that when when we realise that everything we do.. every sacrifice we make.. it will all be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh Groban - You Are Loved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;When your heart’s heavy, I&lt;br /&gt;I will lift it for you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to be heard&lt;br /&gt;If silence keeps you, I&lt;br /&gt;I will break it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the hurt&lt;br /&gt;That you hide&lt;br /&gt;When you’re lost inside, I&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be there to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you want to burn bright&lt;br /&gt;If darkness blinds you I&lt;br /&gt;I will shine to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be understood&lt;br /&gt;Well I can hear you&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up&lt;br /&gt;Because you are loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are loved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav verse from the bible: Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perserverence the race marked out for us. [Hebrews 12:1]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116582249667236016?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116582249667236016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116582249667236016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116582249667236016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116582249667236016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/12/360degrees-turn.html' title='360degrees turn'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-116210516219155587</id><published>2006-10-29T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T15:04:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When God speaks</title><content type='html'>Cell last fri at clemmie's place was indeed an edifying time. 2 powerful testimony's were shared.. rong's one was particularly relevant, albeit more in depth than the usual sharing. I'm really happy to see that sharing has now gone beneath the surface talk to a deeper level.. it makes cell(and God) a lot more real. It shows how God is present througout our struggles, and brings His word into application. And amidst the testimonies, God is exalted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cell ended some of us stayed back to fellowship.. I learnt two short piano pieces from Jon and clemmie. haha. its amazing how i derive such fun from playing with black and white keys. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worship was significantly longer than usual during service this weekend. It was a lovely time of soaking in God's presence.. however, as greeter I had to keep an eye on people that were coming in so as to pass them the bulletines. Thus, my mind wasn't focused totally on God. Nevertheless,God spoke to me, even whilst i'm serving. I was surprised, cos this rarely happens. You know, people always ask, how do you hear God?? but the thing is, when God speaks, you can't help but hear. God's voice is a really like a gong, it resounds in the spirit. After which, a deep sense of conviction follws. My 2nd surprise came at the words God said to me. He said: &lt;em&gt;'Let not praise to Me be empty words'&lt;/em&gt;. Since I was not doing wad God said, I know he was refering to people in the service. God is not pleased with people who pay him lip service. He wants people to mean what they say, to praise and worship Him from their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lo and behold, after a while, Pastor Peter went up and said the same thing. He said, to exalt Jesus, it must first start from the heart. Worship must be from the heart. 3rd surprise. It was exactly what God spoke to me a few moments ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing to see how God operates with the same spirit. It is even more interesting to feel what the spirit feels.. I actually felt God's displeasure this time. God is a truthful God. He does not want fake worshippers, but people who worship in spirt and in truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-116210516219155587?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/116210516219155587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=116210516219155587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116210516219155587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/116210516219155587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-god-speaks.html' title='When God speaks'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115807128631434183</id><published>2006-09-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:37:04.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to You</title><content type='html'>When time runs out, and there are few words to day, let the language of thanks giving be on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You &lt;/em&gt;for bringing me through the past gruelling week. I was drained emotionally and physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; that i will only be missing 2 lects and 3 tuts during my whole IMF affair for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; that I recovered from my flu in time for work! Now only left with an occasional cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for giving me 4 days off from work. Means i can better manage my sch work and have enough time to rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for moving me from Orchard Hotel to Shang Ri La. I believe this is where you want me to be cos i committed it into Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for Your favor that I can mix well with my fellow IDOs(Information Desk Officers)even though i am considered a new comer to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; this opportunity, for the exposure that allows me to learn new things, more practical lessons to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for the many friendships that are formed. I hope i will be a good testimony for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for the lift I got from my in-charge from Shang Ri La back to school today. Got to know him batter along the way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for blessing me with good project mates and who do projects in the spirit of teamwork and who are understanding towards my tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for prompting me to share the gospel to a fellow project mate. I was the 3rd person to invite him to church that day. And if you are reading this, I am pretty certain you have the call of God upon your life my fren. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; that I met my ex secondary school fren and extended another invite the same day. All these happened after praying for contagious faith in cell...Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for friends who always stand by me. I really appreciate your acts of encouragement and reminding me that i have friends who care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for the 2 brothers in Christ that I got to know better, one who touched me by offering to pray for me without me even expecting you to. It came at a time when i needed it most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You&lt;/em&gt; for You abundance grace. It overflows in my life.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things to thank You for.. not doing so will be depriving You of Your glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115807128631434183?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115807128631434183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115807128631434183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115807128631434183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115807128631434183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to You'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115679103978081913</id><published>2006-08-29T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:50:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father-son Bond of Dick and Rick Hoyt</title><content type='html'>Here's the link to the video i mentioned afore this post. Be sure to check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryCTIigaloQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115679103978081913?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115679103978081913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115679103978081913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115679103978081913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115679103978081913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/08/father-son-bond-of-dick-and-rick-hoyt.html' title='Father-son Bond of Dick and Rick Hoyt'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115667159621212345</id><published>2006-08-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:25:28.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An eventful saturday and a touching video</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite an eventful day. I reported to The Oriental at 8am in the morning for the Amazing Race organized by the IMF committee. The Amazing Race had the purpose of familarizing us with the locations of prominent landmarks in S'pore. We visited Chinatown, where we had the pleasant experience of going through a chinese tea ritual and tasting freshly-brewed oolong tea. One practice by the chinese was to roll the tea cup, warmed by the hot tea, in their hands as they believe that the palms leads to the heart. And there is actually such a thing as black tea! which is fermented tea, and the guy said that it is the most acidic among all the different types of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited a shop that sells hand-crafted chopsticks at Temple Street. The shop lady informed us that in the past, The Chinese viewed food as God, and thus a pair of chopsticks presented as a gift is fit for a happy occasion like a wedding. &lt;br /&gt;Aside from Chinatown, other places we went to included the Supreme Court and the Monument to commemorate the war victims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing race ended at 4plus.. follwing which we went to our respective designated hotels for ground orientation. Me and my groupmates were allocated to Orchard Hotel. The hotel tour was a pleasure to the senses. We got the chance to see the different suites, including the Presidential Suite which cost a whooping 6000 bucks a night, and which includes a flat-panelled tv and jacuzzi in the bathroom.. down to the red, green and blue suites which cost about 450 bucks a night. Our group leader was a army guy who commented that his monthly salary was not even enuff to afford him a one night stay in the common suites..the way he said it made all of us laugh..haha. It seems like in army u do not hav to volunteer for anything.. u are just grabbed in to fill the job. We found out that for working from 10pm to 10am(i did not mistaken the hours), he is only being paid a miserable 15 dollars a day. Poor guy... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground orientation was helpful and definitely not to be missed bacause it provided us with the useful and practical info concerning the hotel operations. We we told where the smoking and non-smoking areas are, what customers have to do in order to use the wireless internet, where the Malays can go to for halal food, where the taxi stand is, etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally when the whole tour finished, it was 6pm plus. I was exhausted by the activities of the day, and it didn't help that i did not bring an extra change of clothes because according to the schedule, the whole thing should end by 3.30pm. It was partially a lack of insight by my part, i should have forseen that it will end late. The thought of not going to church did cross my mind..but it is the attitude of honouring God that counts isn't it? Even though looked like i just came from hall or from the fish market, as some pple commented. I was dressed in t-shirt and shorts, with slippers. Ok so I wasn't exactly presentable, but neither was I outrageously under-dressed. The attire was just a bit sloppy. Not that i intended for it anyway. But as usual, attitudes(nevermind that i had the correct one)can easily be overlooked by what pple see. It is the feeling of being misunderstood that sux.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has transpired has transpired. Word can't be taken back. Feelings cannot be discounted. what is important is to learn from it. I asked God why.. he did not give me a reason, but instead showed me 1 Corinthians 13:5. Love keeps no records of wrongs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a fren..thanks for cheering me up when i'm down. Thanks also for listening and understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am glad i went to church. During service PAstor Gerald showed us a touching video of how a boy who was paralysed from the head down. He had a difficult childbirth where the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck, cutting off his oxygen supply. As a result some of his brain cells died, resulting in paralysis. But other than his physical disablilty, he can still think. Regardless of his condition, his parents loved him and let him live on, even though some pple advised that it would have been better to let him die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the boy was growing up, he was able to communicate to pple around him using eye movement to spell out words on a special computer. And through that, his parents got to know that he had a passion for sports. To help realise his son's dream, the father trained up his physical and took him his son for runs.. participated in marathons, and even tri-athalons. To the tunes of "I can only imagine...", the video showed scenes of his dad cycling with his son, running while carrying his son, and carrying his son through to the finishing line. I was touched by the love the dad had for his son, a son who could never give him anything in return. Through the son's eyes, intellect and a strong determination to live life shone through. And even though he could not express it, i think everybody watching the video felt it. Through the human eyes, what i saw was a pitiful boy. As the dad was carrying his son to the end of the race(everyone can see something was wrong with the boy by his appearance. His head was big in proportion to his body and limbs because they were shrunken and not developed), all eyes is on him and the unsual sight he and his abnormal son created. I can only imagine the thoughts in pple's mind. "What is the father doing?" "Isn't he embarrased to bring his son out into the public eye for all to see?" "Is the father out of his mind?" "That boy should be in a resting in a wheelchair, not participating in a race!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against what pple may think, the father realised his son's dream bacause of his fatherly love for his son. He wanted to give his son a chance to live life, to feel the joy of running and the wind blowing on his face. The video was an inspiration, and a reminder that we should all be grateful for the life that we have. In the same way the dad fulfilled his son's wishes, God the Father &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; as well for his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So live life to the fullest, and live it for God, because he has paid the ultimate sacrifice for us. And don't be limited by what other pple think, because that way, you will never be able to make a difference in other pple's lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Can Only Imagine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;What it will be like &lt;br /&gt;When I walk &lt;br /&gt;By your side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;What my eyes will see &lt;br /&gt;When your face &lt;br /&gt;Is before me &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel &lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still &lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall &lt;br /&gt;Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;When that day comes &lt;br /&gt;And I find myself &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the Son &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine &lt;br /&gt;When all I will do &lt;br /&gt;Is forever &lt;br /&gt;Forever worship You &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115667159621212345?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115667159621212345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115667159621212345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115667159621212345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115667159621212345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/08/eventful-saturday-and-touching-video.html' title='An eventful saturday and a touching video'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115575375119897409</id><published>2006-08-17T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T15:19:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple life</title><content type='html'>Ever watched the reality series Simple Life? It co-stars Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie in road trips and internships. I remember watching it and laughing at the silly things they did. These 2 girls have all the money in the world. They dun have to care abt how to make a living. All they care abt is how they look.. which dress to wear each day..what make-up to put on.. which guy is hot..what pranks to play on their bosses..etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most pple's lives are not so simple. People are born with different lots in life. Different looks.. family background.. personalities.. gifts.. wad u win in some areas u may lose out in others. Then u add in different mindsets and perceptions accumulated from life experiences.. that makes a really unique and complex person. wad makes one person happy may not have the same effect for another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been thinking about things. Wad do i want in life. Wad can i acheive in life. who do i want to become. And due to a vast exposure of experiences and happenings that had been coming at me.. i've formed the conclusion that life is as simple as you want it to be. You can have great ambition or u can be content with a normal life. You can choose to determine your path or let others determine it. You can care a lot about wad other pple think or remain forcused to what u are committed to do. You can strive to please everyone, or u can be who God made u to be. It all boils down to beliefs, attitudes and boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple life.. yet in my heart there's ambition. I am a simple person.. yet some pple may not understand me. I have simple dreams.. yet at times they dun seem simple enough to acheive. Life is packed with contradictions.. wad do u make of it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115575375119897409?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115575375119897409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115575375119897409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115575375119897409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115575375119897409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/08/simple-life.html' title='Simple life'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115407039376175294</id><published>2006-07-28T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:22:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weeks' happenings</title><content type='html'>My days been quite busy recently.. it seems that I have something onmy agenda to do everyday. Besides, the holidays is coming to an end soon. I'm happy to be doing the things that I may not have time to do during term time! That is, meeting up with my close friends ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the girls again on the night of our pajamas party. We went to wisma foodcourt for dinner. oh btw, Food Republic on the top level of wisma is one of my fav eating place in orchard. I love the old town set-up that always gives me a nostalgic feel when i enter.. which i dun even know why since i was born years after s'pore was a small fishing village! Thumbs up to the gov.'s effort to preserve our heritage! Haha. Anyway, if you happen to go there, dun forget to try their hokkien mee. It's superb! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we wanted to find a place to chill out and decided to go Holland V. Poor bx took a taxi down from her korean class in the west to join us in town, only to find that we are going back to the west. But the girl didn't really mind.. she good-naturedly agreed. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/IMG_3839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/IMG_3839.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us at Breko. We stayed there and talked until well over midnight. Somehow, our girls outing never seem complete without a healthy dose of gossip and tales of funny things that happened over dessert. *smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/IMG_3841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/IMG_3841.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we adjourned to Jess's house for our slumber party. The mischievous looking boy in the pic is jess's baby brother, Jonathan. He was still awake when we reached the house so we played with him and he was running and jumping around all the time! oh and we had a good laugh at his chinese pronumciation cos he has a funny way of speaking chinese words. Haha. His English is way better. He was only willingly tucked into bed at 2+am! Gosh.. That small boy is a hyperactive bundle of energy! After that we had our girl talk and then bx entertained and almost scared us silly with her recollection of some Jap ghost movie. She's a fantastic actress la..We decided she'll have a bright future in play-acting or as a ghost story teller. Or maybe she can go join the sound production team haha.. her sound effects gave everyone the shivers!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad a great slumber party.. it's one that i will stay in my memory for a long time. I'm so happy to have you girls. :) I wouldn't trade our friendship for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days I went back to hall to meet my clan to paint our clan banner. We started slow initially cos our design was not really out yet. I remembered we were quite stressed at one time cos the original design was too simple. But amazing, we brainstormed and added more details along the way and it turned out really beautiful. Much thanks to grace our banner designer!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010668.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010668.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close-up of our banner.. doesn't the whole thing have a pirate-sy feel to it? And notice the green snake at the bottom left.. it looks like a tattoo doesn't it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010665.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010665.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are proud of our clan banner. Go AXel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010672.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010672.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking happy after our hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's off to fish and co. for lunch at JP. I like fish and co. The sword-fish collar which i shared with anshu was so big it is really more than enuff for 2 pple. And the tangy mango-chilli sauce just tops it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010675.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010675.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pam with me in the pic. Met up with her for a while on wed to go shopping. Well, to be more specific, i was just accompanying her to shop. How can i shop with less than $1 in my pocket?! I'm really disastrously broke. :( And she is too.. after buying a dress and a belt.. hahaha. So. Wad do you get when you put 2 penniless girls in town?? We take photos!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010685.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out the abstract look.. though not very abstract.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010684.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010684.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making funny faces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010697.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010697.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing kisses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010656.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010656.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oyster-prawn noodles i made for my sis on the day she leaves for Croatia. The womens world championships is held there this year. She got 5th! I'm so proud of her. And she's coming home today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, i got to get started to pack my stuff to prepare to move in to hall. Wa.. another tedious day, of moving in this time. And cleaning out my room in hall too! Bet it's super dusty..my nose is quite allegic to dust.. hope i dun get runny nose. Camp starts on monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115407039376175294?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115407039376175294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115407039376175294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115407039376175294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115407039376175294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/weeks-happenings.html' title='The weeks&apos; happenings'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115263961562005601</id><published>2006-07-12T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:20:11.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with mr ah-beng</title><content type='html'>I went out with nik today.. He's my friend from hall 8. Also one of the pple who has impacted my life and changed some of the ways i think. He is the first ah-beng i know! hahah.. I still remember my first hall orientation last year july.. He was the first person who took the initative to talked to me. He made some crappy comment which made me remember him (albeit in a not so positive light!)..even though he was trying to draw me into the group cos i only went for FOC on the 3rd day. He was super siao-onz during FOC.. so onz till he fell sick after camp ended. Poor guy..But dun see him play so hard.. this play-boy is also a computer genius and a super good drummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010645.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010645.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the drumming game at the arcade.. it's not easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went suntec for lunch and saw this shop that sells toy figurines along the way. There was this huge xiao-ding-dang outside the shop.. And of course, the act-cute poseur in us couldn't resist taking a few shots! Hey we are still young kae.. haha. But we did get a few looks from passer-bys who saw us taking photos with this cute character..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010648.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao ding dang or me cuter.. make ur choice!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010650.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao ding dang so adorable.. Hugs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for lunch at kenny rogers. The side dishes are very worth it there. Only $2.20 per dish. The serving is quite big and 2 dishes are enuff to fill my stomach! I love their marcaroni n cheese and potato salad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ate, we sat there and talked abt life. Dreams and ambition.. Life's lessons.. Nik knows wad he wants.. I still don't..i've only the faintest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we caught Just My Luck. Thanks for treating me! And watching it with me even though u've already watched it. My fav scene was the bubble scene(Lindsay Lohan accidentally put in too much washing powder while she was distracted)and the washing machine errupted with bubble. She got engulfed in the mess and the guy had to come to save her. Strangely that was funnily romantic and sweet for me..I love romantic comedies.. It makes me happy to see 2 pple in love and the funny things that they go through. I think love comes with laughter.. Life can be rough at times.. but if u have someone who can laugh through it together with u.. then it makes it easier.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010653.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4-straw star that nik made while we were at macs :) This guy made an entire bottle of stars for his gf once.. sweet huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun think will see him before foc le.. unless he can make time on one of the sats *hint hint* think u get it la.. haha.. take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115263961562005601?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115263961562005601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115263961562005601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115263961562005601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115263961562005601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-with-mr-ah-beng.html' title='Out with mr ah-beng'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115263370608711608</id><published>2006-07-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:01:46.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out!</title><content type='html'>These photos are taken during one of our girls gathering b4 different ones of us fly off for their respective holidays again. We knew each other all the way from sec 1 in RG when we were in squash together.. some of them were even pri sch classmates! Thank God for my bunch of girlfriends who will all try meet up when we can.. nothing beats our friendships through the years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/IMG_3698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/IMG_3698.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for dinner at the spagetti place at taka basement. Yummy food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010632.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is jess.. she is a girl with a lovely face and a kind heart! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010627.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and nessie.. the maker of pretty trinklets and proud co-owner of velvetNribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010630.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bx and me.. seeing you happy makes me happy dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/P1010633.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chiobu jamie.. this girl in law happens to be smart too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/collage297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/collage297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl appearing in 3 of the photos is betty along with her bf bernard. The B-couple! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/CIMG1598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/200/CIMG1598.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya dears.. we have come a long long way from RG days :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115263370608711608?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115263370608711608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115263370608711608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115263370608711608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115263370608711608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out!'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115246556886311281</id><published>2006-07-09T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:23:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An afternoon at TCC</title><content type='html'>Today i got up at 8am.. Was supposed to meet my ex boss (the one in property) for a game of tennis at 10am. Before i left my workplace i was just saying maybe we can go for tennis sometime since we both know how to play.. Plus I thought after sharing Christ with him last time it will be a good opportunity to do a follow-up. Sadly, the end we only managed to warm up before being cooled down again by a shower which readily became a downpour. Since the rain wasn't about to let up anytime soon we gave up and decided to just go for lunch at TCC instead.. oh and what a long lunch it was. I remembered praying to God to give me a converstation opening to share abt who God is.. And somehow when he was asking abt the traits of young pple nowadays i happened to mention depression as one of the traits. It so happens that there was a period in his life where he went through acute depression because he felt there was no meaning in life. And as he opened up(which surprised me) and told me abt it, i found out that he had tried to seek after God in one period of his life.. but somehow, he didn't find what he was looking for. At first when i first knew him i thought it was a strong pride that was preventing him from accepting Christ. But after our chat today i realised it was the long period of questioning and seeking and never getting an answer.. it gradually led to dissapointment and a deep cynicism towards religion. Against this, i felt all i could do is to share my experience with God and try to be as real as possible. It was tough because he had such a strong wall of skeptism built up.. at one time i was so frustrated because everything i said he had a rebuttal. And it wasn't even my intention for it to be a debate.. He was the toughest nut to crack and the hardest person i've ever tried to salt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm glad i stuck through it bcos I believe God sent me into his path. So i'm determined to do a good job. Remember I got the property job on the day i went for the interview? I believe God had a plan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited him for service. Surprisingly he said he'll come. I'll be asking him again this sat.. gotta go for the adult one cos he'll be too over-aged for YAS. Then it's really up to God to work. I've done all i can.. Words are nothing without a true encounter..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115246556886311281?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115246556886311281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115246556886311281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115246556886311281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115246556886311281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/afternoon-at-tcc.html' title='An afternoon at TCC'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115185028191122215</id><published>2006-07-02T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:28:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun first photoshoot!</title><content type='html'>Hey pple! I'm finally well and feeling back to normal! Thank you so much for all your prayers :) I must say it feels great not to be sick.. I had caught a flu bug last sat and was down with fever. After seeing the doc and taking the medicine, I thought I recovered after 3 days of rest. So it's back to work on wed(btw i quitted. It went smoothly and i even got to talk to the boss abt Christ! Praise God!) and out with spenz for his goodbye lunch(he's going to backpack around europe for 1 month! lucky guy..)on thurs. Then I received yixin and raymond's sms saying there's gonna be a cell outing on fri and i was like yay! It's gonna be fun! I'm so looking forward to it and lo and behold, I managed to come down with fever again on the next day. It was quite scary cos my chest area felt so constricted and i couldn't really breathe normal deep breathes. Then all the way to the doc i felt like fainting..and puking.. beacuse of the fever i guess..luckily the doc's clinic was at the mrt station so it's just a 5 min walk across. I gotta thank my sis for being with me.. I was quite sure i'm gonna faint halfway.. I was so weak! Anyway i got to the doc's clinic and then had to wait for like 5 pple before it's my turn. The doc was quite efficient. After hearing all my symptoms and listening to my heartbeat he promptly diagnosed it as a mild case of bronchitis and prescibed antibiotics for me. So there.. here's another 4 types of medicine to add to the 4 that was prescribed last week.. a total of 8. I dun think I've been this sick in such a short span of time before.. well the pills and prayers worked like miracle and I was well by today. Well enuff to call evogue and say i'll be able to make it for my photoshoot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot today got off to a rocky start when the pple there couldn't find suitable tops and bottoms for me.. We had to mix and match from the clothes i brought there to produce 4 looks; sporty, smartcasual, evening wear and executive. Not an easy task huh.. despite me bringing a whole lot of clothes there. Well finally we managed to get together the outfits and i'm off to having my face made up and my hair done. I must say the make-up artist, Janice, is really good. She's from Female. I was really satisfied with both looks she gave me.. and she was the one who styled my hair too. Afetr that is on to kelvin the photographer to direct the shoot. Oh i found out that he's from ntu too.. he studied CEE and went to work 1 year before deciding to follow his interest and become a professional photographer. He works for some renowned magazine in s'pore too.. Shape i think..yeap.. anyway he makes me feel comfortable posing for the shoot, which was impt because we took abt 3 hours in total and every shot has to appear natural. In the meantime the photos are still with them waiting to be developed.. and with touch ups it'll take at least 1-2 mths before i can get my portfolio. As for me.. I'm satisfied and relieved at how the photoshoot turned out. A lot of things could have gone wrong but didn't. I'm happy at the final result. One of my fav pose in the shoot was of me holding a make-up compact in one hand and a brush in another and looking to be dollying myself up. Really cool..haha.. and cute.. i hope christine choses that one so that i can show you guys! As now.. it's really a pity to take of the pretty make-up and hair-do without some photos as rememberence of my fun first photoshoot.. so here goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115185028191122215?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115185028191122215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115185028191122215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115185028191122215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115185028191122215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/fun-first-photoshoot.html' title='Fun first photoshoot!'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184603953302287</id><published>2006-07-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:13:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184603953302287?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184603953302287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184603953302287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184603953302287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184603953302287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/penny-for-your-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184557135668394</id><published>2006-07-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:06:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010572.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing ya a kiss..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184557135668394?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184557135668394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184557135668394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184557135668394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184557135668394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/blowing-ya-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184524649474479</id><published>2006-07-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:16:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing into the camera..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184524649474479?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184524649474479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184524649474479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184524649474479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184524649474479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/gazing-into-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184496031088557</id><published>2006-07-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:18:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010558.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184496031088557?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184496031088557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184496031088557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184496031088557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184496031088557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-in-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184454073176897</id><published>2006-07-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:05:52.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010617.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i just come out from a spa?? lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184454073176897?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184454073176897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184454073176897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184454073176897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184454073176897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/did-i-just-come-out-from-spa-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184409028251655</id><published>2006-07-02T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:20:12.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010554.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practising my pout..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184409028251655?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184409028251655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184409028251655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184409028251655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184409028251655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/practising-my-pout.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184369434598801</id><published>2006-07-02T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:22:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010540.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184369434598801?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184369434598801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184369434598801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184369434598801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184369434598801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/nice-to-meet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184336387854851</id><published>2006-07-02T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:37:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010547.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa! Haha trying to act cute :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184336387854851?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184336387854851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184336387854851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184336387854851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184336387854851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/ahaa-haha-trying-to-act-cute-p.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184288933415254</id><published>2006-07-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:08:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010525.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo belongs in a bridal shop la..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184288933415254?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184288933415254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184288933415254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184288933415254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184288933415254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-photo-belongs-in-bridal-shop-la.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184254053158531</id><published>2006-07-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:24:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010528.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184254053158531?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184254053158531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184254053158531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184254053158531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184254053158531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-one-too.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115184167326956368</id><published>2006-07-02T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T21:26:08.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115184167326956368?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115184167326956368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115184167326956368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184167326956368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115184167326956368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115140818865384009</id><published>2006-06-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:36:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off!</title><content type='html'>Yet another day spent slacking at home.. I took another day's leave from work just to make sure I am fully recovered. Had some weird giddy spell last nite. I gotta admit I'm some sort prone to giddy spells.. whereby I get this constricted feeling in my chest and darkness sort of steals over me. But that normally happens when I miss my meals or when my blood glucose level is low.. or so I thought. Maybe I'm anaemic..I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some part of today looking for jobs online and in the classified. And I remembered jeslyn offered me a job in a bank with her last time.. she's gonna call the bank tmr. Hopefully we can get the job.. Cos I already made up my mind to quit this one. I keep thinking of quitting it during the day.. and I dream of quitting it while sleeping. So yes, maybe I should really quit it. It's a pity though.. It pays quite well. $7/hr for normal office hours and $8/hr for OT. But it comes at the price of lying and misrepresentation. I'm required to represent myself as the client instead if my real identity as a housing agent just so that we can have a faster means of closing the deal. That plus a lot of other stuff.. they have a shady way of doing business and it makes me feel uncomfortable. I sure hope what I see now is not how everyone does business outside. There's so little integrity involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.. I should quit. It'll be hard especially since my boss has been rather kind towards me. But I've made my decision.. shall break the news to him tmr. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115140818865384009?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115140818865384009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115140818865384009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115140818865384009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115140818865384009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/off.html' title='Off!'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115133313065837170</id><published>2006-06-26T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:19:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One wish</title><content type='html'>I'm finally feeling well enuff to go about doing my normal routine.. Being plagued down with a runny rose, a raw and sore throat and a 30 degrees fever for the past 2 days is no joke! Falling sick is utterly dreadful. I feel miserable! I've got a friend who once told me that if he were given one wish, he'll wish that he won't ever fall sick! Now I fully comprehend where he is coming from.. but still.. If I were given one wish, I wouldn't waste it on that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he actually asked me if I were given one wish, what would I wish for? Here's my reply. Hmm....... World Peace. Hahaha. Nah.. that's too cliche. If i have one wish... From a purely selfish standpoint, I would wish for the knowledge to make money. Then I will be able to do the things I've always wanted to do.. like tour the world! And with a lot of money comes power and influence. When placed in the right hands, one can accomplish much. From a purely self&lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; standpoint, I would wish that on one in this world will ever have to live in severe poverty. So that on one will ever have to go hungry.. pple will not be reduced to begging on the streets and young girls will not have to be sold into prostitution just so that their family can survive a little longer on the little amount of money they receive. I think that's just plain sad. Where is their dignity as a person? The extremely poor pple in corrupt countries do not have any..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wad everyone &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; have, is God, whether rich or poor. God makes all things possible, and He can bring joy and peace. Something that can't be bought! I think bringing someone to Christ is the greatest gift one can give to anyone.. because it's a gift that will last a lifetime and throughout eternity. It's my prayer that one day I'll be able to bring all my dear friends to Christ one day.. esp u girls..br, bx, jess, mich, n jamie.. my dearest friends all the way from sec school. Good friends are the of the highest value in this world.. not Prada or LV bags.. but understanding and trustworthy friends. And I would very much like to see u girls in heaven u know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my church friends recently just got into a car accident. The car was wrecked so badly that the mechanic wasn't sure if it could be repaired. But thank God all of them are all right by the grace of God. Not a single stratch.. But it made me realise how fragile life is. You can come back from a gathering and catching up with your friends today and the next day, they can be gone. Just like that. It's scary... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuff for now. Being sick makes me think of all these kinda serious thoughts. Haha.. but it's food for thought nonetheless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115133313065837170?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115133313065837170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115133313065837170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115133313065837170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115133313065837170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-wish.html' title='One wish'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115012117173912356</id><published>2006-06-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:06:19.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle from God</title><content type='html'>It's now 9.53pm.. I've got 7 mins to blog this before I go off to watch Da Chang Jin. Haha. I went for a job interview today. It's with a property firm. I forgot the name of the firm.. will tell you guys next time. Anyway the interview went ok and the guy called me just now to ask me to report for work tmr. Yappiee! I finally have a job! It's so ironic really.. I spent 2 weeks praying and asking for God to give me the job with Kenko Wellness Spa as their marketing assistant and God didn't give it to me. I was almost despairing of ever getting a decent job. Then I just spent a short time this morning prayed and asked God to grant me favour for my interview and God gave me the job. I'll never figure out how God works! Well I'll be off to my first day at work tmr.. the pple at the office seem pleasant enough. I hope I'll enjoy working there.. Don't really know anything about properties so God please grant me wisdom!! I'll have lotsa things to learn.. I'm looking forward to it! Finally I have new ground to explore. Hahaa.. ok it's 10pm and you know what that means. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115012117173912356?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115012117173912356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115012117173912356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115012117173912356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115012117173912356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/miracle-from-god.html' title='A Miracle from God'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-115003978480221250</id><published>2006-06-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:29:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Interesting Day at Work..</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. My feet are sighing in relief. Finally they get to rest after standing on them for 8 hours. I can slowly feel them again. I just came back from work.. For those of you who doesn't know i'm working as a promoter for pringles potato chips in Taka Cold Storage on my Sundays in June. 8 bucks per hour. I finally decided to stop slacking and get out there to earn some pocket money. Haha. Not that I'm lazy and don't want a job.. It's just that I can't seem to get one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This promoter job is easy money la.. Just have to let customers try samples and convince them they have a chance to win a trip to london to play with the Pringles Dream Team( Roberto Carlos is one of the players wo) and get them to buy a can. The task of trying to get customers to buy becomes even easier if you know the taste preferences of the different ethnic groups. At the place where i work the demographics is mainly Japs and Philipinos. The later loves snacks i tell you.. their faces practically lights up when they come to the snacks section. Then they have a hearty good time discussing and choosing what snacks they want(usually a lot!) and putting them into their shopping carts. I'm amazed at the fun these philipino ladies can have over something so common and basics like choosing chips and chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i diverted. Wad i wanted to say was that once I knew what flavours each enthnic group likes(the Japs likes Shrimp and Peppers, the chinese locals like Original and Sour Cream N Onions, and the Philipinos prefer the stronger tasting ones like Tomato Salsa and Smokey BBQ)I simply offer them the flavour they most probably will take a liking to. And most of them &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; decide to buy. Hee..i'm good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon I saw an uncle carrying his son on one arm. The uncle had an enormous pot belly! It seems like his belly kinda of provided resting support for his son and the little boy looks like he's partially sitting on his dad's stomach! Trust me it was quite a funny sight.. it made me smile for a moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like I had a busy day at my job. I've lots of other things to tell but i'm not gonna write them down.. But the truth is, I did a lot of reflection today too while standing at my post. The thing with this job is that there is only one promoter at each station so if there is no customers at that hour then I'm pretty much left with me, myself and I. Anyway, I thought a lot and comtemplated a lot about possibilities today. And i'm still left with no answer. It's not that i'm going around in circles.. Maybe I just have to die to some hopes. What if when I can see hope with my heart but not with my eyes? Wad happens then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-115003978480221250?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/115003978480221250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=115003978480221250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115003978480221250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/115003978480221250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/interesting-day-at-work.html' title='An Interesting Day at Work..'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114996747423899441</id><published>2006-06-11T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:25:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for a Perfect Guy (PG)</title><content type='html'>Ingredients to shop for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  A dose of humour&lt;br /&gt;2)  Ability to take life with a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;3)  Pepper to spice up the relationship&lt;br /&gt;4)  Shares common interests&lt;br /&gt;5)  Can have fun and be crazy with&lt;br /&gt;6)  A good friend and confidant &lt;br /&gt;7)  Can share life's ups and downs with&lt;br /&gt;8)  Will take the trouble to listen to what your heart wants to say&lt;br /&gt;9)  Cheers you up when you are down&lt;br /&gt;10) Have faith in you even at times when you have lost faith in yourself&lt;br /&gt;11) Understands the committment of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;12) Can entrust your heart to&lt;br /&gt;13) And trust he will handle with care&lt;br /&gt;14) Willing to love and accept you for you are&lt;br /&gt;15) Can accept and appreciate individual differences&lt;br /&gt;16) Someone you can grow with&lt;br /&gt;17) Has courage to speak his mind&lt;br /&gt;18) Has Godly ambitions&lt;br /&gt;19) Dares to admit mistakes &lt;br /&gt;20) An overcomer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If majority of the above ingredients can be found in sufficient quantity, proceed on to the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir well to ensure mixture is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow time for chemical reactions to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure PG has enough space to breathe and expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check to see if PG has risen to an acceptable height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put PG into the oven. Make sure he can take it when things heats up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take PG out of the oven. Dress him with ice-ing to make sure he looks presentable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve warm. There's nothing like a warm smile to melt your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114996747423899441?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/114996747423899441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=114996747423899441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114996747423899441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114996747423899441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/recipe-for-perfect-guy-pg.html' title='Recipe for a Perfect Guy (PG)'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114953334838752291</id><published>2006-06-06T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:49:09.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Your Heart</title><content type='html'>The results are out. I got straight Bs. I'll say that is expected.. but not wad I anticipated, considering how much reading up I did this sem compared to the previous sem. All in all I'll say that whether one gets As or Bs boils down to exam techniques. Finish your papers and you have a better chance of scoring. A hard truth to take.. but a lesson to learn nontheless. Well, I shall be contented with wad I got.. could have been worse. I'm feeling kinda relieved too. God has been good.. and He is more than able to answer our prayers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results aside, I'm still waiting for the call from Kenko Wellness Spa. Went for the job interview for marketing assistant on Wed.. they were looking for someone with design knowledge and Adobe Photoshop skills. I have neither but I decided to try my luck anyway. Plus they were looking for someone who can generate ideas and come up with new product mix and novel ways of promoting their products. I actually believe I can do that well! Doesn't hurt to try does it.. all I'm asking for is a chance. To prove my worth.. and to see wad the industry has to offer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Life Philosophy: Follow your heart and dare to experiment. It's high time for me to try new stuff and figure out wad I want to do next time! The opportunities are out there.. it's just a matter of stepping out of my comfort zone to go after the things I've always wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the faith He puts in my heart for His plans. I've always believe that He has great plans for me. Plans to prosper and to give a hope for the future. [Jeremiah 29:11]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114953334838752291?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/114953334838752291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=114953334838752291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114953334838752291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114953334838752291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/06/follow-your-heart.html' title='Follow Your Heart'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114909216653602312</id><published>2006-06-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:16:06.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SweetHeart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114909216653602312?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/114909216653602312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=114909216653602312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114909216653602312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114909216653602312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweetheart.html' title='SweetHeart'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114909118850218534</id><published>2006-05-31T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:24:24.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Love With Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the Great S'pore Sale comes another new addition to my wardrobe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114909118850218534?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/114909118850218534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=114909118850218534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114909118850218534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114909118850218534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-love-with-green.html' title='In Love With Green'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114897277357371988</id><published>2006-05-30T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:18:54.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Feathered friend Called Cloe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/1600/P1010467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3143/2998/320/P1010467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa! Finally I can post a pic up! This is the purpose of this new blog u see.. blogspot is much more user-friendly for pic-posting than livejournal. See this pic of me here? I have a little friend with me.. and he's sitting right on my shoulder! That's right, it's a parrot! And he's called Cloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him while crossing the street to my block. It was probably his chirping that caught my attention. Upon taking a closer look at wad was happening I realised that he was trying to escape from three black crows who had their sharp eyes fixed on him. One was chasing poor Cloe around while the other two were perched on lamp-post watchin the show. It seems like Cloe had his wings clipped and thus since he can't really fly, he could only hop around trying to get away from his bully. Crows are really bullies you know.. this is not the first time I've witness them using their size and power of numbers to intimidate other smaller birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I could find it in me to leave Cloe there to fend for himself so I took him home. It seems like Cloe is not afraid of humans cos he hoped onto my out-stretched hand when I reached for him. Think he must have been glad to get away from being the center of much unwanted attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum found some feathers outside my door when she came home. It came from Cloe obviously. Those darn crows must have taken some pecks at him. Evil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not talk about crows anymore. I found a delightful trait in Cloe! He seems to have been trained to climb unto pple's shoulders(look at the photo). He climbed up on his own! I didn't even need to bait him with food.. haha. And he loves to snuggle in my hair. Think it's because it resembles a nest to him? O.o Or maybe it's just warm there la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've got to part with him. I don't know anything about taking care of birds.. and I think my nose is a bit allegic to feathers. So he has to go. My dad brought him to my grandpa's house. He should be well taken care of there. Bird-keeping is one of my grandpa's fav past times. I hope he's happy.. my grandpa certainly is! Lol.. you'll be miss my little buddy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114897277357371988?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/114897277357371988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28315385&amp;postID=114897277357371988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114897277357371988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28315385/posts/default/114897277357371988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-little-feathered-friend-called-cloe.html' title='My Little Feathered friend Called Cloe'/><author><name>i.o.t.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15305529645953684126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28315385.post-114801489015618477</id><published>2006-05-19T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:01:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRISTIAN ALPHABET POEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lthough things are not perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ecause of trial or pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ontinue in thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o not begin to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ven when the times are hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ierce winds are bound to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;od is forever able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;old on to what you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;magine life without His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oy would cease to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eep thanking Him for all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ove imparts to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ove out of "Camp Complaining"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o weapon that is known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n earth can yield the power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;raise can do alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uit looking at the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;edeem the time at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tart everyday with worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o "thank" is a command&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ntil we see Him coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ictorious in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e'll run the race with gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alting God most high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, there will be good times and yes some will be bad, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28315385-114801489015618477?l=wild-desert-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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