<?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-1705437249012954768</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:24:42.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me about it.</title><subtitle type='html'>God is a Great Big God, none can compare. Jesus is our Redeeming Saviour, Our Hope, Our Glory.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4358728865770344001</id><published>2011-07-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:13:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh dear, I've been abandoning this thing for so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Religion is when people seek their way towards God, thus comes self-made good works. Christianity is no religion. Christianity is when God sent Jesus down to reveal Himself to us on the cross."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4358728865770344001?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4358728865770344001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-dear-ive-been-abandoning-this-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4358728865770344001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4358728865770344001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/07/oh-dear-ive-been-abandoning-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-2369083456620810191</id><published>2011-05-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:57:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wish things didnt change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swee Vien. You're so SMART lah. Serves you right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-2369083456620810191?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2369083456620810191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-wish-things-didnt-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2369083456620810191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2369083456620810191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-just-wish-things-didnt-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1556275017449412093</id><published>2011-05-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:08:59.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may look so strong on the outside, &amp;nbsp;but deep down inside me, I'm so weak. I want to cope. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I need your strength. My flesh and my heart faileth: but help me to know that You are the strength of my heart, and my portion forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1556275017449412093?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1556275017449412093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-may-look-so-strong-on-outside-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1556275017449412093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1556275017449412093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-may-look-so-strong-on-outside-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-238123787604394581</id><published>2011-05-05T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T00:58:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's MAY already! Where did the first quarter of the year go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time flies, everything seems so wooosh. It's like as if it has been planned out to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, as I know it, has been really good. Good not in the sense where sadness don't come about, but just good, leaving my future to God's perfect hands, knowing how imperfect I am. Yup. Good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's May 5th! Guess who's growing older tomorrow? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-238123787604394581?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/238123787604394581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-may-already-where-did-first-quarter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/238123787604394581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/238123787604394581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-may-already-where-did-first-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3415330058440048541</id><published>2011-04-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:02:19.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Jesus :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today's Good Friday. Someone asked me, am I sad about this day? I told him, it's a day to celebrate. It's a day to remember. It's a day to be thankful. Because Jesus came into this world to die for our very sins. I mean, who would ever do that right?? Without even wanting anything in return. It's just pure love :) &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then today also, I was reading the newspaper about this spiritual person called Sai Baba. According to the news, he's dying? Having lung congestion, etc, etc. And then I was wondering, what happens after he dies? He can't really perform any miracles that he claimed he did, anymore. So what will happen to his followers?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And then I was thinking back again about Jesus Christ. If other people believe that Gautama Buddha, that Nabi Muhammad, and any other religious people, lived, then I'm very certain, more so 100% sure that they should believe that Jesus lived too right? Besides, it was just only 2000 years ago :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So then, Jesus, according to the Bible, came into this world for one very purpose, to save this condemned world. ( Don't bluff! I'm sure you sinned before :P) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;To give a hope and assurance for our future, for our unknowingly future&lt;/span&gt;. And guess what?? Jesus Christ, the Annointed One, didnt just die, yes He died but on the 3rd day,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt; rose again&lt;/span&gt;. His disciples ( followers) couldnt find Him in the tomb, neither did the guards that was suppose to guard the tomb from theives. He appeared to Peter, then to the twelve. H&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;e appeared to more than five hundred of the brothers and sisters at the same time, most of whom are still living, though some have fallen asleep ( all this i didnt just make up!! Got it from the Bible hehee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So what does this say? Basically, He conquered death. He conquered sin. And because of that. we're free from this bondage, no longer slaves to sin, all because of a loving Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So Thank YOU, JESUS for this sacrificial love that you paid for us. It is because of Your grace, that good works wont be enough, that money wont be enough, that everything wont be enough, everything accept You.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To God be the Glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3415330058440048541?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3415330058440048541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-you-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3415330058440048541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3415330058440048541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You, Jesus :)'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-2867534514882950321</id><published>2011-04-20T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T01:03:49.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears, anger, frustrations can't bring me down cause You are my Lord, You are my Saviour, in You I lack nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-2867534514882950321?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2867534514882950321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/tears-anger-frustrations-cant-bring-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2867534514882950321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2867534514882950321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/tears-anger-frustrations-cant-bring-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1406425934185126441</id><published>2011-04-12T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:57:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=ESV&amp;amp;search=1%20Peter%202:24" style="color: #f31c84; text-decoration: none;"&gt;1 Peter 2:24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7d163c; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Thank you, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1406425934185126441?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1406425934185126441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-himself-bore-our-sins-in-his-body-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1406425934185126441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1406425934185126441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-himself-bore-our-sins-in-his-body-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-2105990002955621318</id><published>2011-04-08T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:51:48.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so crazy for the past week. Went through lots of ups and downs and it really made me realise i'm not that important of a person after all. &lt;br /&gt;So many questions still running through my mind, yet i'm scared, i'm afraid to face the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup. my cousin has been accompanying me also for the past week. Went for so many bible studies, cf, alpha. Really kept her occupied! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about study plans, havent really thought about it at the moment. Have been busy preparing for Easter next week! I hope your faith in our Lord Jesus will grow stronger each day! you've gotta keep believing, keep believing, keep believing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-2105990002955621318?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2105990002955621318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-once-again-life-has-been-so-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2105990002955621318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2105990002955621318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-once-again-life-has-been-so-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-700390645077817615</id><published>2011-04-01T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:37:08.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep asking myself this. Is it worth it? Is it okay to choose something between someone? Because all I see is that something, not to say that the someone is neglected, but, will it affect our relationship? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-700390645077817615?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/700390645077817615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-keep-asking-myself-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/700390645077817615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/700390645077817615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-keep-asking-myself-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6754322447701405737</id><published>2011-03-24T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:49:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so thankful that I'm wonderfully made. From the deepest veins, to my utmost muscles, it's amazing to know how you know that someOne created you, rather than just believing that we came from monkeys? or a nuclear explosion, and then it would just contradict your own beliefs? hmm Was just thinking about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my ball is coming up next week! Really excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I dont know what else to say. Bye bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6754322447701405737?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6754322447701405737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-there-im-so-thankful-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6754322447701405737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6754322447701405737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-there-im-so-thankful-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7469646821070772861</id><published>2011-03-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:11:26.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You're better then the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I'm lucky just to linger in your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Cooler than the flip side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Of my pillow, that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Completely unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Nothing can compare to where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You send me, lets me know that it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Yeah, it's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Even when you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Somehow you come along just like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A flower pokin' through the sidewalk crack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;And just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You steal away the rain, and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Don't know how I lived without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;'Cause every time that I get around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Sing like bird, dizzy in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Oh, you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7469646821070772861?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7469646821070772861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7469646821070772861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7469646821070772861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5172305047387977157</id><published>2011-03-08T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:31:12.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh oh. another one. you know when a person does so many nice things to you, you'll appreciate it so much? but when the person just does one thing wrong, you'll feel so hurt, because you know that out of the so many things that person did for you, the one wrong thing is also a part of him?&lt;br /&gt;If you got what I meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5172305047387977157?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5172305047387977157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5172305047387977157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5172305047387977157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1760854561417618116</id><published>2011-03-08T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:05:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Why does it always have to sound like i'm the bad one? Like I'm getting things out just because I want to know. As a matter of fact, no. You've totally got me so wrong. Sigh. If only I knew so much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you always want to drive my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate your big dumb favourite words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me so sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you always think you're right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you’re not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the fact that you didn’t call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even close…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even a little bit…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1760854561417618116?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1760854561417618116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1760854561417618116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1760854561417618116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6812912624136359673</id><published>2011-03-06T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:23:15.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even if i say i'm okay, but deep down inside, i'm not. Hmm. I'm just doing the same as you did. Yup. Childish? It doesn't even matter to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6812912624136359673?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6812912624136359673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/even-if-i-say-im-okay-but-deep-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6812912624136359673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6812912624136359673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/even-if-i-say-im-okay-but-deep-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6882744569169143828</id><published>2011-03-04T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T01:31:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You realise how fast time passes by when the new semester starts, when the juniors are in, when orientation begins, when orientation ends, when oh my goodness you've got time for every other person except yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Geee. And then you realise you're caught in between something but you don't have the answer to reply people. Yeah. Anyways, a couple of things coming up! I can't wait, at the same time I'm just nervous, so scared. I'm so scared things wouldnt turn out just like how I'm expecting it to be. Hmm. But oh wells, I have to rely on God. I have to trust that if it is for Him, then His ways are always to best for myself, and everyone else. Yup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6882744569169143828?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6882744569169143828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-realise-how-fast-time-passes-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6882744569169143828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6882744569169143828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-realise-how-fast-time-passes-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7889918019141676452</id><published>2011-02-23T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T19:27:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never really wrote something long since I dont know when. I guess it's kinda hard because on one hand, you really expect something out of certain people, and on the other hand, you know it would never happen that way. If you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life has been good under God, I just ended my electives two days back( actually i more or less declared it to be over myself, not officially though :S) School's starting in a week. Cant wait to be back but at the same time really dont want to start studying again. mm. Why does it sound so me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ya. I really don't know what to say. Hmm. Okay. I guess it's out and over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7889918019141676452?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7889918019141676452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-never-really-wrote-something-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7889918019141676452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7889918019141676452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-never-really-wrote-something-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6879676743935658642</id><published>2011-02-21T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:15:08.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is all smiles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6879676743935658642?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6879676743935658642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-all-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6879676743935658642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6879676743935658642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-all-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3662909071225832665</id><published>2011-02-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:35:31.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what? I feel that you're the most coward-est person ever. Take that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If only my words here can be used to talk to you directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3662909071225832665?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3662909071225832665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what-i-feel-that-youre-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3662909071225832665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3662909071225832665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what-i-feel-that-youre-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1853033933173221375</id><published>2011-02-20T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:13:02.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop asking me questions I cant answer! If you wanna know, ask the person yourself!!! Urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1853033933173221375?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1853033933173221375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-asking-me-questions-i-cant-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1853033933173221375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1853033933173221375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/stop-asking-me-questions-i-cant-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4688015934225431581</id><published>2011-02-20T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T00:23:01.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Got this from my cousin's blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;Every girl wants a Prince Charming, and while he may be nice and all, I’m thinking that I’d rather have the guy that’s gonna call at four in the morning just to say hi. Or someone who will stop by my house after just hanging up the phone because he wants to see how I’m really doing, because I said I was fine, but we both know I’m lying. Or the guy who’ll stay home on a Saturday night with me because I’m sick. Or the guy who would give up something to be with me. That guy, that one guy, he may not be Prince Charming to anyone else, but he’d be my hero. My “knight in shining armor.” Anyone who’d rather stay home on a Saturday night and hold my hair while I puke, that’s a hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4688015934225431581?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4688015934225431581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4688015934225431581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4688015934225431581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-264775466572000760</id><published>2011-02-16T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T22:35:53.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I"M SO MOODY!! AAAAAH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-264775466572000760?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/264775466572000760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-so-moody-aaaaah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/264775466572000760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/264775466572000760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-so-moody-aaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-2099305788889483786</id><published>2011-02-15T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:46:10.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that if i stay strong, i wouldnt be crushed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-2099305788889483786?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2099305788889483786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-realised-that-if-i-stay-strong-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2099305788889483786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2099305788889483786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-realised-that-if-i-stay-strong-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4548875070303586505</id><published>2011-02-15T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:30:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what will make my heart melt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when a person comes all the way, just to surprise me right in front of my house. Yup :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4548875070303586505?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4548875070303586505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what-will-make-my-heart-melt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4548875070303586505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4548875070303586505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-know-what-will-make-my-heart-melt.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5221291253180967725</id><published>2011-02-14T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:50:21.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't know what's wrong with myself, or more like what's wrong with you. I keep questioning why I met you in the first place, then again it will seem like i'm questioning God for placing you in my life. I keep wondering why you're so different from all the other guys, why you couldn't care more about things that would, at least make me happy. I know, it feels like it's all about me. But that's exactly how I feel because you left me half hanging like that. Do you know that I'm like a dumb person waiting for your reply, hoping that it would be a sweet one, instead disappointing myself, because your replies are the worst any guy could give? Do you know that people asked me so many questions but I can't answer cause I'm left just like that? You never called, oh maybe you did but for other obvious reasons. Maybe I expect too much out of you. There. You. I'm sorry if you ever feel that I have no rights to say this, I just wish you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5221291253180967725?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5221291253180967725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5221291253180967725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5221291253180967725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-2350981328944207860</id><published>2011-02-05T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:47:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional?</title><content type='html'>I've been reaaally sensitive and emotional lately. I think it's my hormones that is bugging me. And I can tell you that it definitely bugged other people too. And if you ever felt it, I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-2350981328944207860?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/2350981328944207860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2350981328944207860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/2350981328944207860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/emotional.html' title='Emotional?'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1701284140514357452</id><published>2011-02-02T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:34:18.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TUhgGJgi95I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dlJHJTdeUf0/s1600/tumblr_lf9ui2Mt2D1qfw6qvo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TUhgGJgi95I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dlJHJTdeUf0/s640/tumblr_lf9ui2Mt2D1qfw6qvo1_400.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got this from my cousin's blog too, in conjunction of my previous post. heeeheee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1701284140514357452?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1701284140514357452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog-too-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1701284140514357452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1701284140514357452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog-too-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TUhgGJgi95I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dlJHJTdeUf0/s72-c/tumblr_lf9ui2Mt2D1qfw6qvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-162971981719716078</id><published>2011-02-02T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T01:41:50.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines?</title><content type='html'>I have been seeing so many of people putting up love stories, valentine's moments, so many other things. Yup. Valentine's day is in 13 days time. I don't really have any idea why it's such a celebrated moment, but ya, if it's such a big deal, i really really want a big big bear. Okay, not like as if it'll come true. heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Chinese New Year's in a day's time. Bought all the nice clothings to wear! Can't wait! Time of the year where everyone really make so much of noise, lighting the big long red fire crackers, house visiting.. AHH I JUST CAN"T WAIT!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-162971981719716078?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/162971981719716078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/162971981719716078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/162971981719716078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines?'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1968189993289278806</id><published>2011-01-25T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:31:12.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT7ejmxPc4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LfJfIgs6Hhs/s1600/dsc0011302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT7ejmxPc4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LfJfIgs6Hhs/s320/dsc0011302.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dream teddy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1968189993289278806?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1968189993289278806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-dream-teddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1968189993289278806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1968189993289278806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-dream-teddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT7ejmxPc4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/LfJfIgs6Hhs/s72-c/dsc0011302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3509105271511035609</id><published>2011-01-25T16:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:21:04.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT6H1YTw7XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8a-MMTDkb3A/s1600/tumblr_lfext3Al5a1qajjdco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT6H1YTw7XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8a-MMTDkb3A/s320/tumblr_lfext3Al5a1qajjdco1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got this from my cousin's blog. She's got good photos man :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3509105271511035609?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3509105271511035609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3509105271511035609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3509105271511035609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-this-from-my-cousins-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TT6H1YTw7XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/8a-MMTDkb3A/s72-c/tumblr_lfext3Al5a1qajjdco1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4294266150085581206</id><published>2011-01-20T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:16:32.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are so full of themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4294266150085581206?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4294266150085581206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-people-are-so-full-of-themselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4294266150085581206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4294266150085581206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-people-are-so-full-of-themselves.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5434565617579123935</id><published>2011-01-18T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:57:39.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, You are good and Your mercies endureth forever</title><content type='html'>Yup. The title says it all. Indeed God is so good and always so gracious to His little children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. After so many months talking about my EOS 3 (end of semester exam), I finally got my results and I really really thank God for it! Knowing that it was through all the prayers from my family to friends that I was able to go through this exam, I thank God that He heard all of them, that even in times when I doubted Him, He never ever left me all alone by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. So all GLORY goes to our LORD JESUS CHRIST! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5434565617579123935?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5434565617579123935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-you-are-good-and-your-mercies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5434565617579123935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5434565617579123935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/lord-you-are-good-and-your-mercies.html' title='Lord, You are good and Your mercies endureth forever'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-567423202994403078</id><published>2011-01-15T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:03:17.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"God wants you to have your best life right now."</title><content type='html'>Mm. The title sounds intriguing. But read on, and discover what so wrong this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The perspective I'm reading into the phrase is that of the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drewbabb.com/100-greatest-commercials/commercials-page-five.htm" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;"&gt;old Schlitz commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;: "You only go around once in life so you've got to grab for all the gusto you can." On religious lips, the intent is not to deny an afterlife nor celestial blessings — just to sideline them by focusing everything on the here and now. "Best life now" means good health, good loving, good money, good house, good goodies, good success in my endeavors. It means success and prosperity on my terms, here and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Does Jesus say that's God's priority for us? It has to stand as a singular perversity that this meaning is extracted from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%2010.10b" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 10:10b&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;— "I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." That someone could read this verse and immediately connect "life" with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;material prosperity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;, or success in pursuing my goals, is very revealing. And not in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Is that what God sees, when He looks down on mankind? "Ah Me; if only they had more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;things!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If only they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;had their way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;more often! If only they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;more free of all suffering and trial!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;" Is that what God thinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Now here comes The Thing about Christianity that too many don't seem to "get":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we needn't and mustn't guess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;. God has already told us what He thinks when He looks at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;God looks down from heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;on the children of man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;to see if there are any who understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;who seek after God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;3 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;They have all fallen away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;together they have become corrupt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;there is none who does good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;not even one. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Psalm%2053.2-3" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Psalm 53:2-3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;So God primarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sees&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;assesses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the human condition in relationship to Himself. Are men primarily rightly related to Him? is the question He asks. No, is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This makes perfect sense with what Jesus says, in so many words, when asked to single out the most important thing in all life. &amp;nbsp;The form of the question as posed was "which is the great commandment in the Law?" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%2022.36" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 22:36&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). But as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teampyro.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-did-jesus-not-say-about-god-full.html" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;"&gt;we know from Jesus' well-known and well-understood worldview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;, the commandments of the Law were revelations of the mind and will of God. Therefore, to single out the most important of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to single out what was foremost to God and, therefore, what is foremost in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;How did Jesus reply?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.3em; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: 1em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.&amp;nbsp;This is the great and first commandment.&amp;nbsp;And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself.&amp;nbsp;On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets" (&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%2022.37-40" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 22:37-40&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Neither commandment had anything&amp;nbsp;to do with getting my way for myself to make me happy. Neither sends me back plummeting into the trackless vortex of my passions and cravings and demands. No, the commands send me out of myself in outward-seeking love, first to God Himself, then to the image of God in my neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;That, you might say, is our great, ultimate and consuming destination. Ah, but how do I get there from here? That's the problem; that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;problem. Here, I am chained to a heart that is a laboratory of sin, Jesus says (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%2015.19" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 15:19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). I am flesh, born of flesh, and of myself I can never aspire to be more than flesh (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%203.6a" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 3:6a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). More, I am a natural-born citizen and denizen of a world that hates God and His truth, and I fit in just fine with it (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%207.7" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 7:7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%2015.18-19" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;15:18-19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What is the answer? Jesus gave it. I need Him to pay the ransom-price in my stead, to free me from the guilt and power of my sin (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%2020.28" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 20:28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). I need to be born again by the Spirit of God, to change my nature from without (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%203.1-8" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 3:1-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). I need to pass from death to life through faith in Christ (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%205.24" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 5:24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;And then what is life to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Life is a life where I am on my way, on a trip, just passing through. This world is not my home — not now, anyway, and not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;world hated my Lord, and it will hate me (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%2010.24-25" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 10:24-25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/John%2015.18" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;John 15:18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). In it, I should expect to suffer. I will be poor in spirit, will mourn, must be meek, will hunger and thirst for righteousness, will be persecuted for righteousness' sake, will be reviled and persecuted and accused of all kinds of evil against you falsely on Christ's account (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%205.1-11" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:1-11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). I will expect — not to climb into a Rolls Royce, but — to take up a cross as the means of my own execution, and learn to say "No" to my self, daily (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Luke%209.23" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 9:23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;But in all this (and more!), I must rejoice and be glad — not expecting God to send me a diamond ring or a mansion in Bermuda, but assuredly expecting something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;far better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://teampyro.blogspot.com/2011/01/bizarre-passions-of-worldly-culture-and.html" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;"&gt;expect to see God in His glory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;. I will expect to see His kingdom (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%205.3" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). I will expect the rewards infinitely to outweigh the sorrows (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%205.12" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;; cf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/2%20Corinthians%204.16-18" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:16-18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;). And that expectation constantly spills over into the present, and gives me reason for hope and joy and rejoicing and gladness (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Matthew%205.12" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 5:12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Luke%206.23" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Luke 6:23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;; cf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Romans%205.2" style="color: red; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;Romans 5:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;This world is a gymnasium, a war theater, a testing-ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"Best life now"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-567423202994403078?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/567423202994403078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-wants-you-to-have-your-best-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/567423202994403078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/567423202994403078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/god-wants-you-to-have-your-best-life.html' title='&quot;God wants you to have your best life right now.&quot;'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6220897170471027261</id><published>2011-01-15T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T02:58:01.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I do NOT hate anyone. I love you too much to hate you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6220897170471027261?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6220897170471027261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/disclaimer-i-do-not-hate-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6220897170471027261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6220897170471027261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/disclaimer-i-do-not-hate-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6750296359932804593</id><published>2011-01-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:45:02.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate your big dumb favourite words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate the way you're always right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I hate it when you're not around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even a little bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6750296359932804593?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6750296359932804593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6750296359932804593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6750296359932804593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5624526538974462389</id><published>2011-01-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:26:07.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I begin to wonder whether I was right about the previous post,&lt;br /&gt;God I need Your grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5624526538974462389?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5624526538974462389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-begin-to-wonder-whether-i-was-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5624526538974462389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5624526538974462389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-begin-to-wonder-whether-i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4224614238942731540</id><published>2011-01-12T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:11:16.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIDDLE OF THE MONTH ALREADY?</title><content type='html'>So, today's already the 12th of January. And here I am, typing this thing with my throat so itchy, my nose running away from me, and my eyes so watery. Seeing how time flies so quickly bring chills down my spine. For the past two days, my life was like in wonderland as me and my friends went for a short vacation to Bukit Tinggi. I must say this place is definitely a must go once in a lifetime thing (for malaysians of course :D) because the place is so quiet and peaceful, and also you'l see french-inspired buildings there. The company I had, plus my new found love (it's a camera haha!) made the trip even more memorable! Bottom line, it was really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the past few days, my mind has been so annoyed? irritated? I don't know what word to use. Or maybe it's because of my sickness that I get so sensitive. But I have been asking myself, why do some people have to be so judgmental? I mean, they don't even know the bottom line, and they, at a very fast pace, make a conclusion about people, about the community. It's not like as if they experienced it for themselves to get the rights to say and judge people. I dont know. This has been bothering me for quite some time. And when they do it, I can't say anything cause the only reason or excuse they use to say all these is from the... guess it yourself. Yup. It's just plain excuses. Definitely. But I just don't have the guts to tell them :( Because all they do is that they start to judge me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's another group of people, who often tells me what i should and should not do, when they themselves don;t do whatever they say. Okay if you get what i mean. It's so frustrating because they expect you to live up to the expectations that they think is right, padahal( i forgot what's the english word for it) they don't show it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ya and they also think that everyone (okay not everyone but almost) is wrong and they are the only right ones. And then they start to judge again. The cycle goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah these few thoughts of mine that have been bothering me, or so I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Disclaimer: this post has NOTHING got to do with my family if you might read it like that. lol I love my family as much as they love me, so obviously no such thing like that :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4224614238942731540?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4224614238942731540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/middle-of-month-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4224614238942731540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4224614238942731540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/middle-of-month-already.html' title='MIDDLE OF THE MONTH ALREADY?'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3810690613261412046</id><published>2011-01-05T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:17:11.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of 2011</title><content type='html'>So some people must be thinking whether I'm nuts or what not to be blogging a.k.a writing something while my exam is still going on. But ah, I've got another 1 more hour of a practical exam and I'm done! Free like a bird for 1 week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while people were busy celebrating their new year's day, even while my family back in Malacca were celebrating grandma's birthday, there was I, sitting with my whole pile of books, studying. Okay it wasn't like I could really study and focus, but just the thought that my exams were 2 days away from new year's day made me not want to go anywhere else :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after today, I could really sit (okay not really, really) back and think of all my new year's resolution, something everyone will do (or maybe not everyone? ) when a brand new year comes. ( I think i mentioned the word new year like a gazillion times haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, mm for this brand NEW YEAR, my top priority is definitely my walk with God. I realised that if 2010 was a good one, 2011 should be even better, and the thought of spending more time with Him, with Jesus, just satisfies me knowing that my life now would never be the same had I not know Him. Yeap. Top priority. That's why again and again I'm always so curious how people can live their lives without having a Creator in their mind, without even bothering to know or realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, next in my list, well actually I don't really have a list. It's just 2 things I would do.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd, obviously is to lose all the weight i've gain during my 4 weeks of study break! I'm serious. I'm really not joking. See, I'm like a little bit of a special breed, when I study, I must make sure that I have something to munch on, if not i'll be so restless I won't even concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's about it. Just these 2 things that I will make sure I'll do, and persevere! Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my Christmas presents, I'm really thankful to be blessed with pretty stuff, dresses, books i'm in love with, things that I wanted, and what not. But again remembering the true meaning of Christmas, I'm already thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3810690613261412046?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3810690613261412046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3810690613261412046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3810690613261412046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2011/01/of-2011.html' title='Of 2011'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5243756431065414110</id><published>2010-12-26T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:37:39.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is the reason, we celebrate this season!</title><content type='html'>Blessed Christmas to all you folks out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas, I truly thank God for sending His Son, Jesus into this earth. Well, see, most of the Christmas's that I spent has always been with my family, opening gifts, having a lunch together, just pure enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a little bit different. Celebrated Christmas afternoon in Bangsar, as it was also the 40th birthday of my aunt's. What really touched me the most, and made me realised Christmas, was when she gave a speech, saying that although it was her birthday on that day, the more important thing was Jesus's birthday, and that throughout this past one year her family has grown more in the Lord. And then tears started rolling down her eyes as she thank God for His grace upon my family, seeing us through our ups and downs, seeing us also lost our loved one, but in everything, His grace was still sufficient for us. Yeap. And that small 5 minute speech already made Christmas so meaningful this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. We didnt have the unwrapping gifts session this year, we didnt really spend time alone with our family as there were friends too at the party, but just understanding and knowing that Christmas was the day Jesus came into this earth, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;because God love us so so very much&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; because He knew that we wouldn't be able to save ourselves from His wrath,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; because He wants to see us in heaven with Him&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; because of so many many things that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;He sent His One and Only Son Jesus, here on earth, to take a place of humility,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;when He could have been King, seated on a throne,&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;to be born in a manger&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; when He could have been born in a 5star hospital, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to be whipped and tortured and be laughed at,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when He could have chosen not to since He knew He was going to go thru all this,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; to die and be nailed onto the cross,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when He was a pure, sinless man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of Him, because of Jesus, WE, His children, are alive eternally! AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I would say that I'd hold on to this very &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;true hope&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; rather than being held a in bondage because of tradition sake, because of fear, because of ego-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one true hope that has been shown to us so evidently in our lives. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To GOD be the GLORY! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5243756431065414110?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5243756431065414110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-is-reason-we-celebrate-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5243756431065414110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5243756431065414110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-is-reason-we-celebrate-this.html' title='Jesus is the reason, we celebrate this season!'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4517131716996339572</id><published>2010-12-22T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:35:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Liquid papers</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy. 3 words to describe myself right now. Exam's in a week's time, and I can't even say that i'm fully prepared :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 years, I've had quite a number of liquid papers in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was 15, I had this very nice one, but sad to say, it lasted only for a bit. It ran out of ink even before I could buy a new re-fill.&lt;br /&gt;Then came 16, I found an old one, thinking that it will help me erase of the words that I mistakenly wrote, but, sad to say, it was too old it dried up.&lt;br /&gt;Next, was when I was 17, this very new liquid paper that I bought. I got fond of it, it helped me alot. But the point was too sharp it tore off certain pages of my book. I felt so frustrated, I wanted to throw it away, but I couldn't. It still has ink in it I could not waste.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when I was 18, I bought a new one, but the same thing happened. Lasted only for a few months. Though I enjoyed using it, the ink dried up fast on me, maybe only 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this year, I'm 19. I found a new liquid paper. It seems like an old one, but nope it's altogether brand new. I've been relying on it for a long time already, and I really like it. I just really really hope it doesn't run out on me, because I will never ever throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. That's my story. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4517131716996339572?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4517131716996339572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4517131716996339572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4517131716996339572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Of Liquid papers'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-8313172703889657096</id><published>2010-12-15T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:04:02.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Time really flies. It was just January 11 months ago, and the next thing you know, year 2010 is coming to an end. For the past week, things have been running pretty fast. I had to do my rotations in a hospital in Kuala Kubu Bharu. The experience there was really good. I got to clerk patients, like real hand patients, perform a physical examination on them, and the best thing of all, bond with my not-so-close friends! I guess the saying 'some things money can't buy' is so true. When you think of the many friends you meet and know, you really have to thank God for placing them in your life. I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thanking God, the day right after we finished our rotations, I was on my way to Camerons for a family holiday. We stayed in this big, beautiful private villa (Sonny Ville) with a big big garden overlooking cameron highlands. Okay not really the whole thing, but a part of Brinchang. Really got to experience the creation of God, the cold weather and the joy of having my extended family around. Everything money can't buy! Things we did there- had a barbeque dinner, played monopoly deal and got them addicted, played rounders, talk, laugh, toast marshmallows over the fireplace, talk more, went to the Brinchang night market a couple of times, and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TQjlsFyNOGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GiH1iHrtmCA/s1600/IMG_3185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TQjlsFyNOGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GiH1iHrtmCA/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This part of the Villa , a fireplace in it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from all the trips. Straight to the books. Exam's coming up in just 2 more weeks! Am I prepared? Geee I got no confidence to say so, but I've been trying my very best, reading this thick huge book, hoping and praying that everything I read will come out. ( But I guess life's not so easy as you think it is right? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say, over all these,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt; the greatest gift of all EVER is the birth of Jesus into this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have not realise this fact, but one day, if they ever sit down and think about this, it'll come clear to them that this is infact the greatest gift ever nothing can repay it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-8313172703889657096?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8313172703889657096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8313172703889657096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8313172703889657096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/business.html' title='Business.'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TQjlsFyNOGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GiH1iHrtmCA/s72-c/IMG_3185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4290701453007152830</id><published>2010-12-02T03:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T04:30:17.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? Is this true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PTc_FoELt8s?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This video was shared by Pastor John. A perception many people including some christians think that being a Christian means our lives are suppose to be happy, blessed and everything right. Well, I guess if it's the case, we wouldn't need Jesus to die on the cross for our sins because we have a loving God, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;NO! We need Jesus in our lives. Why? Because sin (rebelling against God) exists the very day we(as in literally me and you) entered this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'Christ must be explicit in all our God-talk. It will not do, in this day of pluralism, to talk about the glory of God in vague ways. God without Christ is no God. And a no-God cannot save or satisfy the soul. Following a no-God—whatever his name or whatever his religion—will be a wasted life. God-in-Christ is the only true God and the only path to joy. Sorry, it may sound really really harsh, I don't mean to say, but I have too. Because that's reality. That's truth whether you choose to believe or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To bring us to this highest and most durable of all pleasures, God made his Son, Jesus Christ, a bloody spectacle of blameless suffering and death. This is what it cost to rescue us from a wasted life. The eternal Son of God “did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing.” He took “the form of a servant” and was born “in the likeness of men . . . . He humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross” (&lt;a class="lbsBibleRef" href="http://biblia.com/bible/esv/Philippians%202.6-8" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(173, 216, 230); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #2083bc; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"&gt;Philippians 2:6-8&lt;/a&gt;)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watch it, and be changed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this article. Speaks for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why should I seek God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On one hand, you may feel that you  “need” him. Even though you may recognize that you have needs only God can meet,  you must not try to use him to achieve your own&amp;nbsp;ends. It is not possible to bargain with God. (I’ll do this if you  will do that.”) That is not Christianity at all, but a form of magic or paganism  in which you “appease” the cranky&amp;nbsp;deity in exchange for a favor. Are you getting into Christianity  to serve God, or to get God to serve you? Those are two opposite motives and  they result in two different&amp;nbsp;religions. You must come to God because 1) you owe it to him to  give Him your life (because He is your Creator) and 2) you are deeply grateful  to Him for sacrificing His One and Only Son Jesus&amp;nbsp;(because he is your Redeemer.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On the other hand, you may feel no  need or interest to know God at all. This does not mean you should stay  uncommitted. If you were created by God, then you owe him your life, whether you  feel like it or not. You are obligated to seek Him and ask Him to soften your  heart, open your eyes, and enlighten you. If you say, “I have no faith,” that is  no&amp;nbsp;excuse either. You need only doubt your doubts. No one can doubt  everything at once— you must believe in something to doubt something else. For  example, do you believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;are competent to run your own life? Where is the evidence of that?  Why doubt everything but your doubts about God? Is  that fair? You owe it to God to seek him. Do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Once again, I'm writing this not because I want to discriminate any one, or hurt anyone. But my heart so desires that your eyes will be opened, hearts will receive the gospel just as how I received Jesus into my life. And my plea, my prayer is that yours too will so&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Praise God for Him! To God be the glory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4290701453007152830?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4290701453007152830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/huh-is-this-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4290701453007152830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4290701453007152830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/12/huh-is-this-true.html' title='Huh? Is this true?'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PTc_FoELt8s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7751371121299544374</id><published>2010-11-28T03:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:49:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;It saddens me, really. I know I have to have loads of patience. Well, that is why I can't go around screaming and yelling at people's misconception. And writing this thing, at 3 in the morning is not fun at all too. So I shall just keep it short.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why Christmas existed? Well, if you're thinking of santa claus, and reindeers, then I guess you should knock your head and really except reality, truth. Christmas did NOT exist because of santa claus, reindeers, party hats, the tree, and all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Christmas exists because it is a day to celebrate &lt;b&gt;Jesus's &lt;/b&gt;coming to this earth, yup. Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;And the very reason why God sent His only Son, Jesus down to earth was to save us, sinners. To justify us from our constant rebelling against Him.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ( like how so often we don't honour our family, and we just don't realise it, and yeah I admit that I do too, and am really sorry.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;And the only reason why Christmas should be celebrated is because of the very fact that Jesus came and took our place, to die even though He was a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;sinless&lt;/b&gt; man, for our very own sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;hn 3:17 "For God did not send the Son into the world to judge the world, but that the world might be saved through Him. 18 "He who believes in Him is not judged; he who does not believe has been judged already, because he has not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, whenever I think of that, I feel so thankful, so happy(no words can express it) that I've known the Lord, and am continuing to let Him reveal Himself to me. I'm so thankful that He love me so much, yeap, that I can have a relationship with Him. ( and remember, God is the same yesterday, today and forever. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;So many people I want to see saved, my heart constantly praying that God will open their eyes and hearts to receive Him. And the reason why I really want them to know God, is because I love them, I care for them, and really want to see them in growing in the Lord, together with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I hope this helps. Sometimes I really don't know how to talk it out, still praying that God will give me the courage to do so. To GOD be the GLORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheers :) &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7751371121299544374?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7751371121299544374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7751371121299544374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7751371121299544374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6762580019368449058</id><published>2010-11-25T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:53:52.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Randomness :D</title><content type='html'>Ha ha. For all those girls out there who've a close guy friend, and and whom you really like.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the lyrics though :) and, it's written by a guy to a girl. (so just change a few words lah!)&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just happened to see this on Youtube, thought the lyrics was quite nice. No personal feelings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why are we still friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Verse One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We do almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That lovers do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And that why's it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just to be friends with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And everytime your heart is broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By the fool I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That it hurts me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's hard to wipe your tears away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Knowing you should be with me, tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why, why are we still friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When everything says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We should be more than what we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everytime I find someone that I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We always end up being just friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I would hate for you to find somebody new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who you really love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Cause it could mean losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But am I a fool girl not to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I'm always scared I'll lose you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Somehow someway I've got to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Got to choose no matter if it's win or lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't want to be like your brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't want to be your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I only want to be your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When will this end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If I told you that I want to be in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you could be the woman in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6762580019368449058?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6762580019368449058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6949456509809812256</id><published>2010-11-20T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:55:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010, Hello January :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;It's the end of my 3rd semester in Imu. Finals up in January. I really hope I got the momentum to strive through the 6 weeks i have to study. Prayerfully, I think I can. Got to continue relying on God, and drawing strength from Him :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yesterday was a good day, after staying at home for quite sometime, although I love doing it. Went out right after my exam, came back for a meeting, and went out again till late. Something I've not been doing for a long long time. Okay maybe not so long. hehe Finally get to watch Harry Potter. I've been waiting for this last show for almost a year! And&amp;nbsp;the waiting made me forget what happened the last time. But, it's a good show. Love fantasy shows. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The new year is coming.&amp;nbsp;This year&amp;nbsp;seems so fast, but looking back at the whole year, I really thank God that the plans He made for me, so far has been good. Although I went through a lot of ups and downs, I'm glad and really truly thankful that He'd place special people in my life. My family, whom i've grown really close to this year, and I'm&amp;nbsp;grateful for them.&amp;nbsp;You know when I tell people how much I really love going home after a long exhausting time spent in school, well see, I really mean it.&amp;nbsp;It's so different&amp;nbsp;to be at home, hanging out with my parents, playing&amp;nbsp;with them ( like really playing hehe talking about Monopoly :D ), catching rats with them ha ha!&amp;nbsp;and doing loads of stuff, sometimes just sitting and talking. So much fun!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yup. And my friends, some i've connected more with this year, this semester. And I really appreciate all of them, because they are the people I see during the weekdays, and without them, my days in school will be so dull, and lonely. And I also love the fact that i've got friends that accompanies me for my lunch and dinner meals, without them, really, I'll be stuck at home eating all by myself. So thank you! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2tkw2h5tX1qapvcuo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="littlemisspianist:gummyshuffles:danahpanget:gissyheartyouu:fiercingmasochism:daydreamer08:cutechibilove:(via hellyeahitsrandom)" border="0" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l2tkw2h5tX1qapvcuo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got this from my cousin's blog. It's so cute it reminds me of some people :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6949456509809812256?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6949456509809812256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-end-of-my-3rd-semester-in-imu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6949456509809812256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6949456509809812256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-end-of-my-3rd-semester-in-imu.html' title='Goodbye 2010, Hello January :)'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5423397508201256076</id><published>2010-11-02T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:03:08.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I loosing my focus? Why is my mind so saturated with things that I really do not want to think of right not? Why am I always thinking about you when I know I'm not suppose to? When I know it's all so wrong? When I know I'm being so unGodly by thinking just this? I really need some serious counselling man. It's so frustrating having to knock my head the moment you strike my mind. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Well, other than coping with that, I guess I may say that my life is, okay. My exam's coming up in 2 weeks time. See how fast time flies? I really do not want this year to end, then I would turn twenty next year and I wouldn't be young anymore :( On the other hand, I can't wait for my year break in January. Can't wait to see what's instore for me. But i'm guessing no more holidays. Been to so many places this year. he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TNAz6Z-s5eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UohxzIrTFJM/s1600/OOVOO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TNAz6Z-s5eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UohxzIrTFJM/s320/OOVOO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Found this picture in my hard disk. I wish I had the time to do more of this. Really enjoyed it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;May your day be filled with the love and the joy of the Lord! Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5423397508201256076?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5423397508201256076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-loosing-my-focus-why-is-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5423397508201256076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5423397508201256076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-loosing-my-focus-why-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TNAz6Z-s5eI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UohxzIrTFJM/s72-c/OOVOO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7981663977737288772</id><published>2010-10-27T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T23:37:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengejar HadirMu</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KqlKjNaBsNE/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqlKjNaBsNE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqlKjNaBsNE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Dekat padaMu itu rinduku&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kataku Kau pun menunggu&lt;br /&gt;Tak kusangka kutemukan satu kasih yang abadi&lt;br /&gt;Kini kudatang dan kubawa hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="nosteal" style="font-size: 1px;"&gt;http://www.free-lyrics.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memandang wajahMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengikuti kebaikanMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membawa sembahku&lt;br /&gt;Menyatakan kebesaranMu&lt;br /&gt;Mengejar hadirMu&lt;br /&gt;dalam hidupku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very lovely song. It reminds me of how much I need God in my life. That I want to follow God, and run to His presence, to bring my praise and adoration to Him.&lt;br /&gt;God is good, all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7981663977737288772?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7981663977737288772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mengejar-hadirmu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7981663977737288772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7981663977737288772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mengejar-hadirmu.html' title='Mengejar HadirMu'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7714759381100873712</id><published>2010-10-25T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T08:54:45.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noted</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder whether people do really know what they are talking about. Like for example, they say, may God bless you. Like, erm, may I really know which God are you referring to? Cause what I know that it's not the same. ( and I really want to add some more, but I just can't ). And do you even believe in the existence of God? Well, I really don't know whether if they're confused or what, I know I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, do you know that the Bible is sufficient for us? People think that the book is so thin, that whatever inside is not enough. But the question to ask is whether they are able to study the whole Bible inside out if they said it's not enough. Logic? Make sense? Whatever it is, God is trying to teach and reveal Himself to us through it. And I also love this statement, that God is the same, yesterday, today and forevermore. So how can one say that the Bible is outdated? When the God mentioned in it, is the same? Logic? Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm really thankful that I've known God so early. Yes, the One that sent His Son to die for our sins. ( Who else?) And am really hoping more people, my friends and family will get to see this truth. &lt;br /&gt;John 14:6 -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;esus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;No one comes to the Father except through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So straight forward huh? But think of this, has anyone ever said that? Has anyone proclaimed this? Not that I've known of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Final note, classes have been okay so far. Afternoon classes really rock! I can really sleep late and get up just in time for class. &amp;nbsp;But I think somehow I prefer having morning classes, then I won't waste time sleeping and study more! mm. So which is better? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7714759381100873712?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7714759381100873712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/noted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7714759381100873712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7714759381100873712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/noted.html' title='Noted'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4363166512960950231</id><published>2010-10-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:48:09.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding God?</title><content type='html'>So many thoughts running across my mind. I have to really tell my self that I cannot, and I should not, and I must not. It's so distracting and I really like it that I can just blab it out here without any little comments or replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, life's been good under God. Really. I cannot understand how people live their lives without God being apart of it. Seriously. Or I also cannot understand how people can believe in so many 'gods', all contradicting teachings. Yeah. plus those that just follow their parents when they really don't know much about their religion. I'm not criticizing or pointing to anyone. But i'm just curious, I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about being sick, I really thank God that i'm almost healed. Did not have to see the doctors, did not have to rely on any medications. Just Him. Yeah. Just rely on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly while I was reading my previous posts I wrote, I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Tell me something you want to know about my God, and I'll tell you how great He is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4e2800; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know how much my faith in God,my understanding about God grew the past 3 semesters? THIS much! Okay it's not like you can imagine how much this, is. But alot. And I really really truly thank God for allowing me to know Him more. For providing CF friends to study the Bible together. Not many have this opportunity so i'm glad I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm really thankful that Jesus died on the cross for my sins. It may sound vague to some people, but because these people are the ones that do not and have not experience the love of God, have not hear the truth, that they think it's not true. I know I did, and am continuing to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Nah, you don't believe it, think i'm quoting myself? Nope. Romans 5:8-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #001320; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Okay. That sums it up. Gotta do my PBL ( tuturiol class) for tomorrow! Have a great great day with Jesus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Cheers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4363166512960950231?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4363166512960950231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/understanding-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4363166512960950231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4363166512960950231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/understanding-god.html' title='Understanding God?'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4999029360611421292</id><published>2010-10-19T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T01:27:36.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took this from my cousin's blog, : I can make everyone believe that I don't love you, But i find it so difficult to convince myself that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather interesting, right? Sometimes I always wonder that whether it is right to ask God to give you the person that you like. I mean no of cause it's not right, but I wonder whether is it okay to ask? Well, it's not to say like I'm in love or anything, told myself I can not, especially since I myself cannot cope with studies, and more bible studies, and my social life, to get in a relationship? It'll be more of a burden than a happy one, yup. at this very moment. But just that thought really makes me wonder. It'll be so cool if the person you marry is the person you really love and that the qualities he have is aligned with yours. And that the person loves God the way you love Him, and that by being together both can build and encourage each other's faith. And that the person can relate to you, and that you some how know it. Wow, so many. And yes, I am definitely talking about a certain someone. But nope. Got to keep my mind clear and right before God. Yup yup :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the irony, it's been almost 5 months since my uncle left us. Right up to today, whenever I think of him, whenever I look at his picture, tears still roll down my eyes. Still can't believe that he's actually gone, like gone. Feels so surreal. People tell me to trust God, and not that I don't, but finding it really hard to believe that's all. And it's really sad to also know that now my cousins and I are not that close anymore, when we used to play together, have sleepovers and birthdays, and christmas's and halloweens. I wished I could turn back time to the day when our minds and thoughts matured. At that very point. The point before we all grew up, and I wouldnt make the same mistake by not keeping in touch with them at that point. Sigh. All I can do now is to pray that God will continue to watch over them, nurture them to be the person He want them to be. And maybe one day, I will get to be close to them again, because I really want to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping that they might somehow bump into this post, because I really really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day with Jesus! ( Although i'm sick now :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4999029360611421292?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4999029360611421292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/took-this-from-my-cousins-blog-i-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4999029360611421292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4999029360611421292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/took-this-from-my-cousins-blog-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4108929736117984749</id><published>2010-10-13T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:20:26.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some one asked me before. How do you know that God is listening to your prayers? How do you know whether He will answer it? Today, I learn that we pray because we rely on God. Yup. Reliance. Not because we expect God to answer everything we asked for, but because for the very fact that He sent His One and Only Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins, something so big that no one would and have ever done! So, how can we not have the confidence to say that God hears us if we believe in Him? Yup yup. It's so amazing to discover how the Bible is written for us. Like how I also learn today that although we are living in this sinful world, anyone who is born of God, who believes in Jesus, does not &lt;b&gt;continue&lt;/b&gt; to sin! and the evil one can never ever harm us! Amen to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this month has been really okay. Gotten my results but really I mean totally not satisfied. I guess this means I have to study harder. And really try to understand whatever I memorized. It's so hard to not be able to understand something and then memorizing it blindly. Got what I said? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, have you tried talking to someone you've never met and only to realise that the person is different? Try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to say, so have a great day with Jesus! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4108929736117984749?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4108929736117984749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-one-asked-me-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4108929736117984749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4108929736117984749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-one-asked-me-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3732113216550594732</id><published>2010-09-14T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:05:00.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I haven't been doing this thing lately. Pretty occupied for I-really-dont-know what reasons. But to tell you the truth, I feel really blessed and happy to have great opportunities to visit the world. Okay, not the world entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within these 4 months, I visited 3 different countries. Shanghai for a start, then Singapore, and just last week, Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life haven't been a little different. Just that visiting these few countries gave me a different perspective of life. Cambodia for instance, was really eye-opening. Seeing people in boats, living there. They practically live there. In small boats, like sampans? Looking at them, I really feel so greatful to God for giving me a house to live in, or more so a bed, and a room, and a table to study on, and a chair! So can you imagine what these people are lacking? Relying on car generators for electricity, the river for bathing and laundry, the streets for money. But yet, they still feel happy. Their lives revolve around that small world that they live in. Without any complains, without any accidents, all simple but enough. And there we are, grumbling when the sun gets too hot, or when we do not have enough money to buy a nice piece of dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hit me. Though I should be honest to say that I don't know whether this will be permanent or not. But one thing I know, is that I thank God for blessing me. Abundantly. And that I know all the material things I have right now, is not long-lasting. One day, someday, I will be in heaven, with Him. And those stuff that I have, will be gone. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that was what I learned after coming back from Cambodia. I guess everyone will too if they ever visit that country. Besides the cool architectures and carvings that they have in Angkor Wat, their past war history, and also the largest freshwater lake in Asia. Nothing beats all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's about it. Some lovely pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97iehvG8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ru-XiuFp0Po/s1600/IMG_2480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97iehvG8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ru-XiuFp0Po/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tuk Tuk. A version of taxi in Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97qoq46HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i8JtKC1kEuk/s1600/IMG_2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97qoq46HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i8JtKC1kEuk/s320/IMG_2526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97qoq46HI/AAAAAAAAAFo/i8JtKC1kEuk/s1600/IMG_2526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the breeze on a sunset cruise, Mekong River&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI9_yNhVx4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7jgbNrARBCE/s1600/IMG_2604.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI9_yNhVx4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/7jgbNrARBCE/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toul Sleng Genocide Museum. This was what Pol Pot used to torture his prisoners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI979b61g8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ovkIMg18Yec/s1600/IMG_2667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI979b61g8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ovkIMg18Yec/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI979b61g8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ovkIMg18Yec/s1600/IMG_2667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids begging for food. They were so happy at the sight of chocolates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98Kbu_yBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TlLfXUK_CIk/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98Kbu_yBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TlLfXUK_CIk/s320/IMG_2735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98Kbu_yBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/TlLfXUK_CIk/s1600/IMG_2735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Boat on Tonle Sap river. At the back is our quite good looking tour guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98D43dQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qOj_lSRFP_A/s1600/IMG_2717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98D43dQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qOj_lSRFP_A/s320/IMG_2717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98D43dQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/qOj_lSRFP_A/s1600/IMG_2717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Child-shirtless, also begging for food/money. Such heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI-Adn9enfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W91S9ZIXCDI/s1600/IMG_2722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI-Adn9enfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/W91S9ZIXCDI/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But at least they still want to study. A Vietnamese school on Tonle Sap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98Wzst7yI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ua14CQ0KCBA/s1600/IMG_2884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI98Wzst7yI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ua14CQ0KCBA/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Angkor Wat- One of the seven wonders of the world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3732113216550594732?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3732113216550594732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-havent-been-doing-this-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3732113216550594732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3732113216550594732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-i-havent-been-doing-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TI97iehvG8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ru-XiuFp0Po/s72-c/IMG_2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4071827254658277871</id><published>2010-07-17T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T00:54:30.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, World Cup's over and everything's practically back to normal. Like seriously, WC has been taking a lot of my time. Especially the Germany-Spain match where I had a 8am class the morning itself. It was really crazy and I really didn't know I was a huge fan of Germany! Think I have been watching World Cup since I was Standard 5 in the library of my primary school. See how fast time flies? And i've got to wait for the next one in 4 years time! sobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, school has resume for 2 weeks already and I must say that learning the Cardiovascular system isn't easy at all! I take almost 3 hours to read up a 1 hour lecture note! It's no wonder we only have two lectures a day! Well some people might think that it doesn't make sense. That we have nothing to do in school and all bla bla. But if you're really a medic student, you'll know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But surprisingly, this semester, I've got to know more friends. I really wonder why! But I made a conclusion it was because of WC :) Interesting huh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not really been making my self busy since school started. Maybe only during the weekends. Went back to my hometown, Malacca last weekend and I really enjoyed myself. Ate so much food untill I could barely walk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, maybe, hopefully next week I get to go to Singapore! Blessing from God too cause my dearest sister passed her Year 3 exam! Well, God is really good. And gracious. But we definitely shouldn't take Him for granted! That's for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to bed! Have a great day with Jesus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4071827254658277871?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4071827254658277871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-world-cups-over-and-everythings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4071827254658277871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4071827254658277871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-world-cups-over-and-everythings.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7611766419800071326</id><published>2010-06-30T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T02:32:13.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, for the past month I had been really busy. Year two's starting in a week, and I don't think i'm prepared at all. One part of me really want to learn again, another part doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my mum, grandma and I went to Shanghai for a break. I guess if you were talking about timing, God's timing was just so perfect. Mum had 2 weeks of school break, so, we decided to go there. Also, my aunt's family resides there! My first ever trip to Shanghai, and I must say, I really enjoyed myself, even to the extend of wanting to migrate there he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there on the 12th of June, and stayed there till the 21st. My aunt's house is really big! It's not gated, and the environment there was really cosy. Loved the weather too. It was about 17-20' in the afternoon, and at night, cooler. Oh not to forget, at the back of her house is the Shanghai Zoo. haha! I wonder how she copes with the theme park rides everyday but I think they got used to it already. So, we also went to the World Expo, something many people would say not to miss but it wasn't so great after all. The crowd was really big, tourist were mainly the local people and I really thank God the weather was good, or else I would be sweating away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to another city called Qingdao, also known as the Switzerland of the east cause of the many European buildings there and also the beach!&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, it was a really memorable trip, and my two charming cousins were really of a host to me! The older one even translates for me as I'm really not good in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the days were spent shopping, visiting the zoo, and.. more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I got to also see a really awesome summer concert- my cousin's school concert. And I was really really impressed by them. They had a full set of orchestra, their choir was really entertaining, and the best part was, they were all school children!&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, Shanghai is in a different league of China. Compared to the other cities i've been to, Shanghai's unlike those. Other than the people there, the city's really modern, and their shopping complex is probably bigger than ours! And the food there is good! I tried their famous siao long pao, yummy! Plus siu yok, Korean barbeque( yes I know but it's still good), Japanese food, and all sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozBGhqwkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UG6K88kVoZE/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozBGhqwkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UG6K88kVoZE/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozK_KIvnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R268TskouNk/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;My two cousins at their garden behind the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozK_KIvnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R268TskouNk/s1600/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozK_KIvnI/AAAAAAAAAEo/R268TskouNk/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is The Bund, where the HuangPu River divides the two parts of Shanghai&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozsnV0kMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RPeAvQ8QnfA/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozsnV0kMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RPeAvQ8QnfA/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozsnV0kMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RPeAvQ8QnfA/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the World Expo's mascot, Hai Bao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozzX21QyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kOSDWaPLHQU/s1600/IMG_1688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozzX21QyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kOSDWaPLHQU/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My cousin and I at the Shanghai Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCo1kUAcJSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0-Y5IOswK8s/s1600/IMG_1724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCo1kUAcJSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0-Y5IOswK8s/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin performing in his school orchestra :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would definately want to visit that city again! Sometime soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and last but not least....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCo1riZgLrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f9iQ7bFtC10/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCo1riZgLrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/f9iQ7bFtC10/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Germany certainly rocks! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7611766419800071326?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7611766419800071326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-for-past-month-i-had-been-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7611766419800071326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7611766419800071326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-for-past-month-i-had-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/TCozBGhqwkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/UG6K88kVoZE/s72-c/IMG_1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-8113582848726348042</id><published>2010-06-23T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T04:30:01.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since I've written or more like open this blog page. Over the past 5 months, I've gone through really ups and really downs.&lt;br /&gt;In Febuary, I got to meet really good friends. These bunch of people were my companion when I was back in my apartment. I had my usual school orientation but this time, i got to be the senior officer taking charge of my orientation group. I must say this particular one was really fun as I participated in almost every event possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, nothing much happened. i got quite close to my cell group friends as we did a full Bible study class on Mark. Really interesting to hear opinions and other people's point of view. My CG leader is real good too. She has been really encouraging me, also concern too. I thank God for sending some one like her to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, things got a little more occupied as I had to catch up on my studies. I had assignments due at the end of the month, and a summative exam too. I thought I did better this time compared to my previous one, and I was right. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May, I had my finals for Year One. Thought I did quite badly for my SAQ, but the other papers manage to cover that. I guess God did really have mercy upon me. Knowing what I was going to go through, I know now that He didnt want to lay an extra burden on my parents.&lt;br /&gt;In May, I also lost a very close person in my live. My family and I lost him to a two month long leukaemia, only two months. Everytime I looked at this photo with us, nephews and nieces surrounding him, tears will just somehow start rolling down my eyes. It aches to see someone go so soon, yet alone at a very young age. I just don't understand why God chose this path for him, and I will never know.I often question myself what went wrong, or were the doctors not good enough? So many unanswered questions. But one thing for sure is that I know that God took him back to His heavenly kingdom, and he's now safe in His arms, free of pain and suffering. I still can't get to forget him, and I don't think I'll ever will. Because this uncle of mine has been an influence to me, and he has taught me to strive for what ever I want to do to succeed, because he succeeded in every single part of his life. Tua ku, I don't know whether you can read blogs in heaven, but just to let you know that we will never forget you, your sacrifices to amma and our family, and your care and support to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke our hearts to lose you,&lt;br /&gt;But you didnt go alone,&lt;br /&gt;For part of us went with you&lt;br /&gt;The day God called you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To GOD be the GLORY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-8113582848726348042?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8113582848726348042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-you-its-been-months-since-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8113582848726348042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8113582848726348042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-you-its-been-months-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-1979858220975057784</id><published>2010-01-25T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:54:05.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It's been a great start to a new Year.&lt;br /&gt;Having studied in a medical school for one semester already, I realised I had to start making full use of my potentials. Although I wasn't&amp;nbsp;capable of using the sphygmomanometer,&amp;nbsp;neither my stethoscope, I did what I could, and it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with a community-based project which I had to do for the break.&lt;br /&gt;We ( my group consisting of 6 hot medical girls+ 1 gentleman) took on a mission to&amp;nbsp;educate a group of Burmese refugee children. Looking at the place the children studied ( which is actually called a school), I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;so grateful and priviledged for&amp;nbsp;being able to study in a school with tables and chairs. These children looked so happy and&amp;nbsp;excited, despite them being handicapped of facilities at the school, which is located on the top floor of a shoplot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yQU-SeAkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rVm47gavNeE/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yQU-SeAkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rVm47gavNeE/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were so keen on learning when we went there. We taught them parts of the human body, and also oral and hand hygiene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yQbOmdYgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xAwtWvRehkg/s1600-h/IMG_0294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yQbOmdYgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xAwtWvRehkg/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See how happy they are? The room is a tad small area, but&amp;nbsp;40 kids occupies the space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, bottom line, these children taught me something that was more than what we gave. They taught me how to appreciate the things i have, the school i'm in, and the books i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was a health campaign organised by the AMSA ( Asian Medical Students Association) society of IMU. We went to Jinjang Utara, located in Kl to serve the locals there. We had health screenings (but unfortunately, because of my disabilities of using the sphygmomanometer and stethoscope, and needle, he he, I just helped out in the registration), exercises, and there were also speeches from various people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yUXhrzw4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/GPe5fIMuxdg/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yUXhrzw4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/GPe5fIMuxdg/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I'm really delighted to have helped out in this event as it was my first time dealing with real patients! Having to do history taking of their medical background, having to overcome this great big language barrier of speaking in Manderin to the ah yee's, it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a really hot and tiring day, I know that i'm getting this close to my dream. And I don't care what it takes, but I will make it happen, with the strength from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yVpVhFo8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8Mi51LsTYIM/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yVpVhFo8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8Mi51LsTYIM/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My bunch of awesome batchmates ( Some I just met during this event)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, to end my productive month of January, today, the fourth Sunday of January, I helped out in the medical clinic of the migrant ministry in Klang. Many churches have been helping out with people from Nepal, Myanmar, Bangladesh..etc, and mine was also part of it. Although I didn't really do much this time, as the crowd was a bit small, but I was still happy to have helped, and prayerfully, I will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sums up the first month of 2010. &lt;strike&gt;( minus the shopping and partying and lagoon and more shopping)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day be bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-1979858220975057784?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/1979858220975057784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1979858220975057784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/1979858220975057784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/S1yQU-SeAkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rVm47gavNeE/s72-c/IMG_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5802531060610287231</id><published>2009-12-14T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:05:58.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be back with more updates, I promise. Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Christmas and a Happy New year! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5802531060610287231?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5802531060610287231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-with-more-updates-i-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5802531060610287231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5802531060610287231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-be-back-with-more-updates-i-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7937493499667621623</id><published>2009-11-26T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:10:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy to the world, the Lord has come!</title><content type='html'>I've got a long weekend to enjoy! ( wait, no. I should be studying.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, IMU will be organising a Christmas Production in conjunction with Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be held on the 3rd&amp;nbsp;of December, next Thursday at 7pm, lecture theater 2! So do come,&lt;br /&gt;(hint: and support me) and receive the love of Jesus's coming&amp;nbsp;on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i would love to see you all there! Whoever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Sw5rdZY0CkI/AAAAAAAAACI/UPauef_Y5Fo/s1600/IMG_9801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Sw5rdZY0CkI/AAAAAAAAACI/UPauef_Y5Fo/s320/IMG_9801.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh, last Tuesday, I had a really great time with my university friends. We went skating for the 1st time together. And it was really funny to see them fall. Though I did fall, and hurt my knee. But bottom line, it was a day well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Sw5riq7JtxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NRkDPIR3OTo/s1600/IMG_9807.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Sw5riq7JtxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NRkDPIR3OTo/s320/IMG_9807.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner. We were so tired and hungry after skating, so we popped into a Japanese restaurant for dinner. Two more joined us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great day tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;P/s: What if today's your last day on this earth, do you know where you will go tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7937493499667621623?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7937493499667621623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy-to-world-lord-has-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7937493499667621623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7937493499667621623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/joy-to-world-lord-has-come.html' title='Joy to the world, the Lord has come!'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Sw5rdZY0CkI/AAAAAAAAACI/UPauef_Y5Fo/s72-c/IMG_9801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-8155818036764308765</id><published>2009-11-24T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:29:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After viewing a video on facebook, I can't help to think that Christmas is just around the corner! It's so exciting to know that this is the day that we can celebrate Jesus's birth into the world. Nope. Not Santa Claus, nor the barbequed marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the reason, we celebrate this season. Christmas is the birth of our King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Swq3NrMH9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/3IZI2qV0DdU/s1600/Jesus.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Swq3NrMH9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/3IZI2qV0DdU/s320/Jesus.bmp" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For that matter, i wish&amp;nbsp;i can&amp;nbsp;get my mind off my books, and celebrate this joyous occasion without needing to think about oxytocin or ileocecal valves =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-8155818036764308765?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8155818036764308765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-viewing-video-on-facebook-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8155818036764308765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8155818036764308765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-viewing-video-on-facebook-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Swq3NrMH9HI/AAAAAAAAACA/3IZI2qV0DdU/s72-c/Jesus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3982926025661557261</id><published>2009-11-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:39:54.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God made people different for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/SwKnLmZBbII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ISue046fRo0/s1600/IMG_9679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/SwKnLmZBbII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ISue046fRo0/s320/IMG_9679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, It's been a while since i've written something here. What have I been doing for the past 2 weeks? Oh well, let me just write about my sister's call day. On the 13th of November, which happened to be last Friday, my eldest dearest sister got called to the Malaysian Bar. It was my first time attending a err court session. Quite a cool experience. I mean seeing how the courts in Malaysia are, when you watch all those law movies in the US it's totally different. The courts here are somewhat small, they don't have those lock up grill bar thing where they put the criminals in. Maybe i was in a different room. Mmm. Her call day was rather quick and simple. My aunt, a lawyer 'moved' her during the ceremony. My sister's now a lawyer! A real one! ha ha. So if you want to ask for any legal advise, please don't hesitate to ask! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Lake Garden Club for lunch, and Sunway Pyramid for some shopping. It's been quite some time since we 3 sisters shopped together. I really thank God for blessing me with such wonderful sisters., though sometimes I may be naughty, ha ha, what do you expect from the youngest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch up with my studies. I think i'm far behind time!&lt;br /&gt;Resolving to maggi mee for dinner again. I know it's unhealthy. But i don't really care actually. ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3982926025661557261?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3982926025661557261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-made-people-different-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3982926025661557261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3982926025661557261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-made-people-different-for-reason.html' title='God made people different for a reason.'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/SwKnLmZBbII/AAAAAAAAAB4/ISue046fRo0/s72-c/IMG_9679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5774835740060916083</id><published>2009-11-01T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:01:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's a good day. Went to church in the morning ( though I was late! whoops) , Ps. Jerry shared about evangelism. Bout how God can use a traitor, Saul, and turned him into a missionary, Paul. Really interesting. And we prayed for the 5 who went to Cambodia for missions. Wished I had the opportunity to go. Then after that went for lunch with my church members. Slept for a bit, and then, shopping time! Went to KLCC and Pavilion in 6 hours! Awesomeness. But my money, flowing down the drain. Guess i've gotta cook more for the next few days. School tomorrow! Nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5774835740060916083?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5774835740060916083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5774835740060916083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5774835740060916083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-4325426229812297482</id><published>2009-10-29T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:50:08.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I said things I shouldn't have said. Really wanted to pull back those words but&amp;nbsp;it was&amp;nbsp;too late. I had that guilt feeling tingling deep down inside me. I spoke to God and told Him that i'm sorry, that I shouldn't have said those hurting words. But I knew it was not enough. So, I gathered all my guts, fight my stupid&amp;nbsp;evil ego-ness and told&amp;nbsp;her&amp;nbsp;that i'm sorry for saying those stupid words. Yeap, there you go. And now, there's this sensation of peace in me. I'm glad I said it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, some times anger or frustrations can really overwhelm you. And by the time you'd probably realised it, those words that you blabber out might have actually left a deep cut in&amp;nbsp;the person's heart. &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, trying real hard to control my thoughts and words. &lt;br /&gt;James 1:19-20, My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought of a good idea. So, when you're angry, a good way is to start screaming at the wall, because the wall doesn't have any feelings. Good one, right? I'm still learning. Lord, please help me with this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-4325426229812297482?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/4325426229812297482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-said-things-i-shouldnt-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4325426229812297482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/4325426229812297482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-i-said-things-i-shouldnt-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-5088066998452283618</id><published>2009-10-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:39:56.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been eating unhealthy food for dinner&amp;nbsp;for the past few days&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Maggi Mee&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Indo Mee&lt;br /&gt;Today: Mushroom Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is beeping me but it ain't having any effect on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-5088066998452283618?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/5088066998452283618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-eating-unhealthy-food-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5088066998452283618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/5088066998452283618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-been-eating-unhealthy-food-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3522086968333142672</id><published>2009-10-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:01:38.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll run this race for you, I'll fight and not grow weary</title><content type='html'>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 perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our infinity milers training again. Missed the last one though. If most of you don't know, Infinity milers is a running club by IMU. I always wonder how did I end up joining this club as firstly, I hate long distance running, and secondly, I really got no stamina. &lt;br /&gt;So, we were supposeed to run to Bukit Jalil park which is roughly about 3km from my university. I was very excited at the beginning, but I don't know why, quarter way through, my chest started to ache. Then my abdomen area. I knew I couldn't run anymore but I also didn't want to pull my group back. But I had to. The pain was killing me. I'm really sorry group&amp;nbsp;mates&amp;nbsp;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God I had Sarah, who waited for me every single time I stopped. We managed to reach the park, and back to IMU.&amp;nbsp; Then later on, the president of the club told us a story bout a guy who was so persistent in&amp;nbsp; getting his stuff done. I can't remember who he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it got me thinking. It doesn't have to be just running, or studying, but everything.&amp;nbsp;If i'm persistent enough to run the race that God has set for me, I'm sure I'll be able to. There may be stumbles and rough patches, if I can pick up myself and continue on, I'll be able to finish it. It's just a matter of whether I want to do it&amp;nbsp;or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord delights in a man's way, He makes his steps firm: Though he stumbles, He will not fall, For the Lord upholds him with His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day ahead! Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3522086968333142672?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3522086968333142672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-run-this-race-for-you-ill-fight-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3522086968333142672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3522086968333142672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/ill-run-this-race-for-you-ill-fight-and.html' title='I&apos;ll run this race for you, I&apos;ll fight and not grow weary'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-3094176736072811450</id><published>2009-10-19T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:12:10.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60 and still counting.</title><content type='html'>Blessed Birthday, Daddy. May God continue to pour out His love to you as you grow older in Him.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for that day to come, and it came. &lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is the second most important thing a person should have in his or her life. When the world fails you, even when&amp;nbsp;your closest friends fail you,&amp;nbsp;you know that you can still rely on your family members to help you, and to lend a listening ear. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx5Ji64IuI/AAAAAAAAABg/D8-w83v_DXc/s1600-h/P1000071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx5Ji64IuI/AAAAAAAAABg/D8-w83v_DXc/s320/P1000071.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad's birthday was on the 17th of October, which marked his 60 years of life. We had a celebration at Karl Beisl's with mum's side on that very Saturday. Dad was really happy to see so many people excited for him. We presented him a huge 60 birthday cake and it reminded me of how thankful I should be to the Lord for blessing me with a father that loves me so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx637aJdAI/AAAAAAAAABo/rk-RiX-p2jk/s1600-h/P1000048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx637aJdAI/AAAAAAAAABo/rk-RiX-p2jk/s320/P1000048.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was also another history making day for my family, especially my dad. Reason- we gave him a really huge surprise birthday party in Malacca! We had been planning this event for a couple of weeks and it was a success. You should have seen the look on my dad's face. He was shocked, blurred, and of course, surprised. Uncles and Aunties all the way from Singapore, Kuantan and Seremban came down to celebrate this&amp;nbsp; event with my dad, which made it even more memorable. The party was really fun, and the main highlight of it was when all my uncles and aunties took turns to say something about my dad. Being the oldest brother of the family wasn't that easy after all, as said by one of&amp;nbsp;my uncle. And they also mentioned that the person they are today, is partly because of my dad. You know, when I heard that, I realised that I should also appreciate what my parents had and are doing for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx-a6q5b3I/AAAAAAAAABw/qgcBCdHjRro/s1600-h/P1000091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx-a6q5b3I/AAAAAAAAABw/qgcBCdHjRro/s320/P1000091.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, bottom line, we had a great one. Both on Saturday and Sunday. It's gonna take another 10 more years till we celebrate dad's birthday this grandly. But, it's the warmnest of the family that top the icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord for blessing me with such a wonderful family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-3094176736072811450?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/3094176736072811450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessed-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3094176736072811450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/3094176736072811450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessed-birthday-daddy.html' title='60 and still counting.'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/Stx5Ji64IuI/AAAAAAAAABg/D8-w83v_DXc/s72-c/P1000071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-6724716081482133120</id><published>2009-10-14T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:13:20.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are precious in My sight, and I love you.</title><content type='html'>Lamentations 3:22-23&lt;br /&gt;Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something you want to know about my God, and I'll tell you how great He is. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-6724716081482133120?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/6724716081482133120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-precious-in-my-sight-and-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6724716081482133120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/6724716081482133120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-precious-in-my-sight-and-i-love.html' title='You are precious in My sight, and I love you.'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-886167811865528745</id><published>2009-10-13T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:16:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where God guides, He provides</title><content type='html'>Yes, Finally got my home wireless&amp;nbsp;connection at my apartment! Now I can be really expose to the internet world. ( More like be expose to Facebook =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lecture was somewhat rather interesting. Learned about senses. Smell (olfactory), Taste ( Gustatory), Eye (Vision).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Like imagine one small tongue with so many different parts on it. It made me realise how great and how perfect God's creation is. It's just that the choices we make doesn't really make us that perfect anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the weekend. Lotsa activities coming up!&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-886167811865528745?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/886167811865528745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-god-guides-he-provides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/886167811865528745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/886167811865528745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-god-guides-he-provides.html' title='Where God guides, He provides'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-8220829504369712685</id><published>2009-10-11T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:06:25.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young men will see visions, old men dream dreams</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like the world is coming to an end? Earthquakes and typhoons in every part of the world? When one day you wake up and realise that you still have so much to do yet so little time left?&lt;br /&gt;Question to ponder on, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day with Jesus! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-8220829504369712685?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/8220829504369712685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/young-men-will-see-visions-old-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8220829504369712685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/8220829504369712685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/young-men-will-see-visions-old-men.html' title='Young men will see visions, old men dream dreams'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1705437249012954768.post-7310143282358685000</id><published>2009-10-10T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T16:41:17.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, and the world smiles with you.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe i'm actually doing this.. Again. But, some how, wanting to tell others&amp;nbsp;how life is as a university student made me do it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a first year&amp;nbsp;medical student currently in my first semester at IMU. Yesterday, during CF, someone posted this question, ' What is the real purpose of you studying here?' To be honest, i've never really seriously&amp;nbsp;sat down and ask myself this question. What am i doing here? Why medicine? Some people want to do this for the glory of God. While others want just the money or fame they can get. &lt;br /&gt;It made me think. &lt;br /&gt;God has been really good to me. Maybe gracious should be a better word to use.Thoughout my high school life, right up to college and now, university.&lt;br /&gt;He made a way for me, yes, when there seems to be no way. I&amp;nbsp;will always be&amp;nbsp;grateful for this. It made me realise that without Him, i am nothing. That without Him, there's no me. &lt;br /&gt;Then,&amp;nbsp;I know that after all that He'd done for me, the only reason why I should be studying medicine is for Him. That&amp;nbsp;at the end of the day, when i really graduate out of medical school, I'll be able to say that my God helped me through.&amp;nbsp;It may not be a easy path, as assured by so many people.&amp;nbsp;But I know that with Him, with my persistance, I can do it. I need to.&lt;br /&gt;My journey of life began&amp;nbsp;the moment I stepped foot into His kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;To God be the glory, great things He hath and yet to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1705437249012954768-7310143282358685000?l=ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/feeds/7310143282358685000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-and-world-smiles-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7310143282358685000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1705437249012954768/posts/default/7310143282358685000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivereallygotsomethingtodo.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-and-world-smiles-with-you.html' title='Smile, and the world smiles with you.'/><author><name>Swee Vien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03435849010667977240</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VZtkZZ39vxQ/StAWbkHFTqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Vn-FOOhs0eU/S220/6720_243101165003_728490003_7829059_7682181_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
