<?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-22621024</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:36:23.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scatterBRAINthoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116365664098648549</id><published>2006-11-16T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T13:57:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>hello people(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yonah.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVED!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.please update your links and continue to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loads,&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-116365664098648549?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/116365664098648549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=116365664098648549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116365664098648549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116365664098648549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/11/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116229193229670469</id><published>2006-10-31T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T18:52:12.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy</title><content type='html'>In Christ alone will I glory&lt;br /&gt;Though I could pride myself in battles won&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve been blessed beyond measure&lt;br /&gt;And by His strength alone I’ll overcome&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I could stop and count successes like diamonds in my hands&lt;br /&gt;But those trophies could not equal to the grace by which I stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;br /&gt;In every victory&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said of me&lt;br /&gt;My source of strength&lt;br /&gt;My source of hope&lt;br /&gt;Is Christ alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ alone do I glory&lt;br /&gt;For only by His grace I am redeemed&lt;br /&gt;For only His tender mercy&lt;br /&gt;Could reach beyond my weakness to my need&lt;br /&gt;And now I seek no greater honor in just to know Him more&lt;br /&gt;And to count my gains but losses to the glory of my Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-116229193229670469?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116201654128873097</id><published>2006-10-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T14:22:21.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im here.</title><content type='html'>its new!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, im tennis-sick. but ive been promised games by zaty, faiz and mel. hehe.im all geared up. in the sense of anticipation, if not physical ability.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna save for another racket. need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-116201654128873097?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/116201654128873097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=116201654128873097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116201654128873097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116201654128873097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-here.html' title='im here.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116167275817173465</id><published>2006-10-24T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:52:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.looking.wanting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An Advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(By a Lady)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted a hand to hold my own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As down Life’s vale I glide;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted an arm to lean upon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a firm and steady foot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With step secure and free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To take it’s straight and onward pace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over Life’s path with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted a form erect and high,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A head above my own,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much that I might walk beneath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its shadow o’er me thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted an eye within whose depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mine own might look and see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uprising from a guileless heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O’er flown with love for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a lip with kindest smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would speak for me alone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A voice whose richest melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would breathe affection’s tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a true religious soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To pious purpose given;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With whom mine own might pass along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The road that leads to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An Advertisement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Response to the foregoing).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a hand that in, my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confiding might recline;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted an arm that needs support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To cling with trust to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a foot to guide through life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That ne’er from me shall stray,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For which I’ll smooth the rugged path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And clear all thorns away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted a light and gentle form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To clasp with tender care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To nestle in my breast and find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A safe asylum there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted an eye that beams with love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From angry glances free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mirror of a faithful heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That beats alone for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a lip – ne’er curled with pride –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To thrill at touch of mine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A voice to speak in kindest tones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of love and hope divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a soul whom God hath blest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sealed as His for ever;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That, parted briefly here, we may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rejoin where none can sever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116160699210907247</id><published>2006-10-23T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:36:32.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE THAN THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILENCE AND MOONLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;TREETOPS, THE BREEZE&lt;br /&gt;MORNING AND SNOWFLAKES&lt;br /&gt;COLDNESS, THE FREEZE&lt;br /&gt;AUTUMN AND LAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;RAINDROPS AND SMILES&lt;br /&gt;TALL MOUNTAINS, DEEP CANYONS&lt;br /&gt;BEGINNINGS, THE EXTRA MILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK IS IMPORTANT TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK IS IMPORTANT TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN RAINBOWS AND SHADOWS&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN GOOD THINGS, MORE THAN TIME&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN SPARROWS AND RAVENS&lt;br /&gt;MORE THAN SUNSHINE, MORE THAN LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THIS, I LOVE YOU MORE.&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/22621024-116160699210907247?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/116160699210907247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=116160699210907247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116160699210907247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116160699210907247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-than-this.html' title='more than this.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-116160689401109110</id><published>2006-10-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:22:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPULSED</title><content type='html'>Grabbed by her neck, she is swung round and her body is hurled at the rough, grey cement wall. For a moment life is thrown out of her as fast as a fleeting memory. She slumps to the ground in a lifeless heap leaving a smear of crimson blood on the dull wall. Insults are slapped in her face and she slips further and further away. They pay no attention to her brokenness and sneer at her while spitting clumps of well-chewed weed at their toy. When she is left alone in the dark her body relaxes for a while but tenses up at the smallest noise, even the drop of a pin. The spit dries on her clothes and in her matted hair. Dried blood on her lips and cheeks crack as she turns her bruised head and murmurs some incomprehensible words. the damage they have inflicted on her, the pain, the shame is like the gaping wound on her head. It is split open and the blood and water have begun to separate oozing and finally being soaked up by her blouse. It is basically repulsive. Just like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-116160689401109110?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/116160689401109110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=116160689401109110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116160689401109110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/116160689401109110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/10/repulsed.html' title='REPULSED'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115858393935748578</id><published>2006-09-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:52:19.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if</title><content type='html'>heres a song talking about regret.not exactly the regret i am thinking of.but oh well. it will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With this weight upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And it will not go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In my head I keep on looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wondering what it was that made you change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I had to draw the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If Id stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If youd tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Many roads to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some to joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some to heart-ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyone can lose their way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if I said that we could turn it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Right back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Would you take the chance and make the change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you think how it would have been sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you pray that I'd never left your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115858393935748578?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115858393935748578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115858393935748578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115858393935748578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115858393935748578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-if.html' title='what if'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115805550891022100</id><published>2006-09-12T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:09:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;English Language Paper 1 - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English Language Paper 2 - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Social Studies Paper - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science Chemistry Paper 3 - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science Pratical - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elementary Mathematics Paper 1 - &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;check&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Elementary Mathematics Paper 2 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper 1 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Additional Mathematics Paper 2 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art Paper 2 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science Physics Paper 2 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Science Physics/Chemistry Paper 1 - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;History Paper -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;rewarded. 2 Chronicles 15:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115805550891022100?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115805550891022100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115805550891022100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115805550891022100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115805550891022100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/striving.html' title='STRIVING'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115788669554956662</id><published>2006-09-10T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:25:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Okay. The holidays are coming to a close with a few more hours for me to enjoy. At least I do &lt;br /&gt;not study or work on Sundays. A real blessing. Tomorrow is English. All I need is to answer &lt;br /&gt;carefully and think out of the box. But no matter what I do, I know the paper will still be hard &lt;br /&gt;and getting a B will be tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was fun today. I did ushering with some of the YG5B. Some because people like &lt;br /&gt;Becca and BLT were not there. Becca cos she was doing soung and BLT cos he is in the US.&lt;br /&gt; Steph and Mich were really helpful. But the whole group was really nice. I am starting to feel &lt;br /&gt;more relaxed and willing to be myself. Yes, just myself. Got squashed smack in between Jun &lt;br /&gt;Wei and Hahn during service right at the back. Found that if I sat all the way back on my &lt;br /&gt;chair, my heels could not touch the ground. I seriously need to grow. Could hardly hear &lt;br /&gt;anything in the service. But sitting with this youth group was so much better than the YG in &lt;br /&gt;St. George's. Haha. Collected the offering too. Paired up with Steph and she let me do the &lt;br /&gt;countin-the-people thing. Hahaha. You hold this silver thing and for every person in your &lt;br /&gt;section, you click once. We had about 64 in ours. Haha. It is great bonding time really. Then &lt;br /&gt;had lunch with the family at some Jumbo food place near church. Not Wah Chee so did not &lt;br /&gt;see the rest of the YG. Then came back and I read for quite a while before sleeping for even &lt;br /&gt;more a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.God please bless me and give me peace of mind for tomorrow's exmas. And bless &lt;br /&gt;everyone else too. Thanks to Becky for praying with me in YG today.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115788669554956662?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115788669554956662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115788669554956662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115788669554956662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115788669554956662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115769335861336720</id><published>2006-09-08T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T09:02:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny football.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaFm47lsL2g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaFm47lsL2g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a little something to laugh at. and I love the song too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115769335861336720?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115769335861336720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115769335861336720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115769335861336720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115769335861336720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-football.html' title='funny football.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115733342104064613</id><published>2006-09-04T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T09:33:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pray</title><content type='html'>PLEASE PRAY I AM ENDOWED WITH &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCIPLINE FROM GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TO STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH ULTIMATE STRENGTH THIS WHOLE WEEK IN PREPERATION FOR &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRELIMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may everything we do this week be a hallelujah to the Lord.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115733342104064613?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115733342104064613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115733342104064613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115733342104064613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115733342104064613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/09/pray.html' title='pray'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115701514604323054</id><published>2006-08-31T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:36:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One pure and holy passion</title><content type='html'>I have done really badly for this term. How do I know this? We received our progress reports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. It is crazy. I got 18 points I think. I think it is 18 because I did not get a grade for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art for some odd reason. 18?! Crazy. And what were my lowest grades? English and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanities. I got a whopping C6 with 52% for both subjects. I really want to cry, but I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filled with anger and hurt. So tears do not come so easily. But then, I should thank the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everything he gives me. Especially the not so good grades. Thank you Lord!! (: It shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me how I have fallen short of you. Why do I say this? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been obsessed and preoccupied with trying to prove myself and now I know why. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to be noticed, I wanted glory for myself. This is not what we were called here to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were called to give ALL the glory to God and keep nothing for ourselves. I have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying this concept in my quiet times for the past month and Eve and Gloria spoke about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this in devotions this morning. God is really prodding me. He is trying to pry my eyes open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But yes, I see Lord. My idol has been my grades and to make myself look smart and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good. I do not want that Lord. I want to please you. I want my obsession to be you!! I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you my idol again; my one and only idol. There is nothing that can change that and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing that equals to you that I could fixate myself on. Please. Help me. This is my prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me on magnificent obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To know and follow hard after You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To grow as your disciple in your truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This world is empty, pale, and poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compared to knowing you, my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lead me on and I will run after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lead me on and I will run after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me one magnificent obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To grow as your disciple in the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This world is empty, pale, and poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compared to knowing you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lead me on and I will run after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115701514604323054?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115701514604323054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115701514604323054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115701514604323054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115701514604323054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-pure-and-holy-passion.html' title='One pure and holy passion'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115684789048177271</id><published>2006-08-29T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:38:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waste</title><content type='html'>I have decided. I am not going for prom night. One thing, I do not really feel like going. Another, it costs a whopping 65 dollars! No, I am not complaining and wishing the school had got a better deal. Its just…well, we get 3 proper meals a day and that only amounts to something like 9 dollars. And suddenly we can throw away 65 dollars on one meal plus dress and all. 100? It just crossed my mind that there are billions of people, children and adults, all over the world who do not even get ONE meal a day. They need this money that we take for granted so much. Imagine, if just all the sec 5s from SMSS do not go for prom and give the money to these people, we could be giving them more than 8000 dollars!!!! That money would make a difference much larger in their lives than in ours!!! It is just shocking. I received this poster thing from world vision. My second poster. It tells me about the drought and starvation the people there are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much of Africa is suffering unprecedented food shortages which are affecting a staggering 40 million people. The causes are many and varied; years of drought, and in some parts, floods; poor governance and civil war have hindered food production; and the impact of the HIV pandemic are all major contributors. In southern Africa – Malawi, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Lesotho, Swaziland and Mozambique – more than 10 million people are still in desperate need of aid. Repeated locust invasions and continued drought obliterated last year’s crops in Mauritania and much of Niger, and neighbouring countries – Chad, Senegal and Mali – were also affected. Fighting in the Darfur region of Sudan has led to the displacement of millions of people needing assistance. In Ethiopia, an additional 12.6 million are vulnerable, particularly as they have yet to fully recover from the drought of 1999/2000.Those suffering most acutely are the community’s most vulnerable; child-headed or female headed households, the elderly, children and those impacted by HIV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Last year World Vision, along with other aid agencies, estimated that 15 million people were in need of aid in the southern Africa region and were threatened by starvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Horn of Africa: Ethiopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At a glance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Number of hungry: 12.6 million people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;% of population: 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at these statistics!! It really angers me that people have the audacity to complain about food or leave food on their plates cos they have taken too much or give the weak excuse that they were given too much. We complain we need more clothes or more shoes and what not. There are millions who have nothing! And here I am, surrounded by people who spend money like water. Yes, God has blessed us. And do not get me wrong. I am truly grateful. There is a reason why there are wealthier people around. Do not compare yourselves to Singapore or the US, compare yourself to Africa. You are wealthy cos you have a computer to read this!!We are not to show off or swim in our wealth. But to share it. Be a blessing. You say you tithe?! Tithing is a requirement of the Christian faith. But do we stop there?! NO!! Never. Remember the story where the rich man asked Jesus what he needed to do in order to get to heaven? Jesus asked him to give all he had to the poor and follow him. He asked for everything!!! Not just 10%. EVERYTHING!! Wait. I am not saying go and withdraw all the money from your bank account and break your piggy bank and give all of that to the poor. Everything is not just wealth. He is asking for your life, your wealth, your heart. YOU!!! There is nothing wrong with being rich. It only goes wrong when we do not use it for God’s glory. Not for ours, not for our friends, not for our family. For God’s! The love of money is the root of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wvi.org/wvi/africa_food_crisis/africa_food_crisis.htm"&gt;http://www.wvi.org/wvi/africa_food_crisis/africa_food_crisis.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say much more cos I have to go and mug for my exams. Basically, I think we can use the money God has blessed us with in more constructive ways and not pour it out on our enjoyment like prom. Just think about it. I will write more about think soon. Love you GOD!!((:&lt;br /&gt;Amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115684789048177271?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115684789048177271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115684789048177271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115684789048177271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115684789048177271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/waste_29.html' title='waste'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115676523006794605</id><published>2006-08-28T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:38:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dont know. You have changed. But then, I guess thats expected. New culture everything. Its scary. But who am I to say? I probably have changed and will continue to change in drastic ways while you are away. Sometimes you just make me sort of sick. I want to scream at you and try to drill in what I have been trying to tell you over and over again. You just dont get it do you? When will you? Is it too much to you to slow down? You think you have won everything hands down and this trend will continue. Think twice. Youre still so young. Much more to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must your language be so coarse? You too, your culture has changed this year. A big change. New people whom you have finally been exposed to. My time will come soon. I know they do it and maybe it has sort of slipped into your mind. You might say brain-washed. But does that really warrant you to follow in the same way? You corrected us when we used such vulgarities. And now? I am lost for words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am trying to hold onto you. But it is getting harder. The road is getting tougher and I am at a loss. The future is a fuzz and my vision is blurred. I know you can correct that. In your time. So maybe it isnt now. Maybe you want me to change my focus and shift to something else much more important. Show that to me please? And when you do that, dont forget to help me rely solely on your strength. And when I do upset you with my hash words and careless actions, please do not hesitate to reprimand me. I need it sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to miss you. I hardly know you. That I think is quite obvious. But hey! That means I have one less person to get to know. Not a very sweet thought. Dont be too upset. Hopefully it wont be that long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I still love you all((:&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115676523006794605?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115676523006794605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115676523006794605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115676523006794605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115676523006794605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/mixture.html' title='mixture'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115668415871072277</id><published>2006-08-27T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:38:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuzzed up</title><content type='html'>Another week has flown by. I am getting closer and super closer to the exams. To be more precise, I am 1 day away from my prelim science practical and two days from my prelim SS paper and far behind on my art course work! God help me!!! It is in times like this when I am really taught to rely on God's strength. But then again, I should be actively doing this all the time. This week has been crazy. I am about one week behind my revision time table and have not even finished my SS revision. It has been art, art, art. But like Dean said, I am still smiling. I guess that is good. Let's just wait and see how I turn out after the exams! Pretty dead is my guess. Church was sort of good today. Well, more like youth group was good. We have moved to the auditorium for church and it is crazy. Noisy and everything. After YG which was led by Becca, she and I did the experiment for Andrew. I have not run in eons so this was a real test. We were running to and fro on the linkway of the Year 5 block after running up the spiral staircase and then started singing Haven songs. Haha. Anyway, we sweated enough for his experiment I think. Then went off to Jumbo to join in BLT's farewell. So sad. I was just getting to know him. Oh well, he will be back I hope. Funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. See you in a week's time. Bye Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;Amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115668415871072277?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115668415871072277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115668415871072277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115668415871072277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115668415871072277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuzzed-up.html' title='fuzzed up'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115606396400481287</id><published>2006-08-20T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:39:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution</title><content type='html'>I decided on Tuesday or something that until the exams are over, I am not going to use the computer except for urgent matters and on Sundays when I do not work. TV is practically out, not that I watched alot of it before the exams. Went to clementi for shopping after church. Great really but did not get the shorts I wanted. Nevermind. Probably will not get them at that kind of price.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Getting off. Tell me if you like my new template. I think its hot((: Cos I designed it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all,&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.xxxxxxooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115606396400481287?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115606396400481287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115606396400481287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115606396400481287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115606396400481287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/resolution.html' title='resolution'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115563137437277994</id><published>2006-08-15T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:47:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-DSC_0036.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-DSC_0036.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia Goh [Jun Ling] &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-DSC_0037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-DSC_0037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Tok [Mdm Kahn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milton [Leo Tart]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%202%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%202%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Soldier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Tan [Julian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannes Hadi [Victor] &amp; Ryan Goh [JunJun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Grace Tan!!! [Aunty Lian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johannes Hadi [Victor]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACSian Dictionary Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/small-Haven%20Production%20Stills%20264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy [Taichi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/Crazy%20people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/Crazy%20people.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/Feli%20&amp;%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/Feli%20%26%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia [Jun Ling] &amp; Becca [Aunty Lian]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/Hadi,%20Zab%20&amp;amp;%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/Hadi%2C%20Zab%20%26%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi, Zab, Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/Ryan%20&amp;%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/Ryan%20%26%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and Ryan Goh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115563137437277994?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115563137437277994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115563137437277994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115563137437277994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115563137437277994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/haven-pictures.html' title='Haven Pictures'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115547368537377238</id><published>2006-08-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:54:45.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highlights</title><content type='html'>Another week has flown by.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight was the ACSI musical, Haven. The whole thing was fabulous. A little backgroud information. Taking place during WWII, an orphange for boys was set up by a Japanese man. The boys come from different parts of the world but all have no family. So they build their family lives around their 'brothers'. This wonderfully emotional story stars amazing people like Rebecca Grace Tan, Ryan Goh, Hadi, Hammie, Feli, Milton, Collin, the Taichi person, Fwee and loads more. Right now I am using my sister's laptop so there aren't any photos of haven for me to upload. Will do another time. Rebecca played a hip Ahmah and Collin was a pretty Japanese soldier. Hahaha. He just had makeup on, that's all. Rebecca's hair was cool and I think everyone was impressed with the well-worthwhile show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth passed her driving test on the first try. Pro-mama. Hahaha. Tomorrow she will take Becca, Zhi Jie and me to school with Daddy in the front. It will be super crammed but fun. At least I will not be squashed in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test tomorrw. I have not studied at all so really hope I can grab some time to flip through my textbook or notes. Using Rebecca's pure physics note book. Hope that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was fantastic today and youth group which was YG5A and YG5B and some other YG joined in the CPA for praise and worship. It is really getting to be loads of fun. But I hope I will make friends faster than what I am accelerating at right now! Like Becca said, I am clinging too much to her and Lizz. Shall warm up and move away I think. Sigh. It is an indescribable feeling really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gonna end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.xxxxxooooo&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115547368537377238?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115547368537377238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115547368537377238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115547368537377238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115547368537377238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/highlights.html' title='highlights'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115517785087079394</id><published>2006-08-10T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:44:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuming</title><content type='html'>I am sick of studying. It is so stupidly boring that I am about to cry. Wanted to do maths today cos we got given some whopping 3 papers to do. And when I finally do get down to it, I cannot do a thing. Stupid as it may seem, all this makes me cry. Seriously. No one sees cos I shut myself in my room. But when I cannot do something it drives my nuts and crackers and everything up the wall. And to think I want an A1 for all my maths stuff. I really want a punching bag. Need it badly. Really, I am fuming and I feel like I want to scream. But I better not. Everyone will go deaf and it will be all my fault. But who asked the stupid government to make the education system so boring and hard and everything unreasonable. I am trying super hard to refrain from using unethical language so this entry seems quite mild. Truth be told, I gritting my teeth with all my might. Wouldn't be suprised if my retainers break from the force. But I cannot afford to do that. Okay, I need to do more work if I am going to spend this afternoon in town at the library and stuff. Then back again in the evening to get more rubbish from the books. Don't get my wrong, I could stop studying if I wanted to. But there is this baggage that comes along with being in NA that I HAVE to prove myself as good as those in express. And I know I am. So I am gonna prove myself. And don't tell me to not think so lowly of myself. Cos I know I need something on paper to show it. I am starting to spout rubbish. So I'd better get off now. At least I have managed to let off some steam here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115517785087079394?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115517785087079394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115517785087079394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115517785087079394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115517785087079394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/fuming.html' title='fuming'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115495198285916738</id><published>2006-08-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:59:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRISCA!!</title><content type='html'>happy birthday my darling prisca.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't worry about that extra line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's creeping up upon your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a part of nature's way to say you've grown a little more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trees have rings and thicker branches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kids shoes get a little tighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday, my friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to all the years we've shared together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the fun we've had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're such a blessing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such a joy in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May the good Lord bless you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So light a candle on your cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For every smile you've helped create&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For every heart and every soul You've helped to grow a little more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few more pounds, a little more grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't count the years, just count the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It takes a little time to go from water into wine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever lose the wonder of that child within your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.your present is in the process of being processed. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway. it has been another wonderful, fantastic year with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;KEEP ROCKING GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loads.((:&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115495198285916738?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115495198285916738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115495198285916738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115495198285916738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115495198285916738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/prisca.html' title='PRISCA!!'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115468977586935752</id><published>2006-08-04T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:13:47.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God-shaped hole</title><content type='html'>Had the carpenter's tools come today for chapel. They are a band from the US and Canada. Real cool group of people. They broke the ice with pop songs which was fantastic and even my favourite chinese song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;TONG HUA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. They were cool. Had some games and a skit. They sang some cool christian songs. This is one of them. The only one I really remember. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fantastic. Really true. God has made us all in his image and we have all been made to have the passion to love and serve him. He has provided us with personal passions meant for his glory. Basiclly, it was FANTASTIC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;God-shaped hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every point of view has another angle&lt;br /&gt;And every angle has its merit&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes down to faith&lt;br /&gt;Thats' the way I see it&lt;br /&gt;You can say that love is not divine and&lt;br /&gt;You can say that life is not eternal&lt;br /&gt;"All we have is now"&lt;br /&gt;But I don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;There's a God-shaped hole in all of us&lt;br /&gt;And the restless soul is searching&lt;br /&gt;There's a God-shaped hole in all of us&lt;br /&gt;And it's a void only he can fill&lt;br /&gt;Does the world seem gray with empty longing&lt;br /&gt;Wearing every shade of cynical&lt;br /&gt;And do you ever feel that&lt;br /&gt;There is something missing?&lt;br /&gt;That's my point of view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! It is my point of view((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loads,&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115468977586935752?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115468977586935752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115468977586935752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115468977586935752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115468977586935752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-shaped-hole.html' title='God-shaped hole'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115460720094728543</id><published>2006-08-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:13:20.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>powerful prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe. I believe that God changes people and God changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly..This is my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Jesus' Name, Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115460720094728543?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115460720094728543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115460720094728543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115460720094728543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115460720094728543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/08/powerful-prayer.html' title='powerful prayer'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115434111863039482</id><published>2006-07-31T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:30:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are God alone</title><content type='html'>You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;Created by human hands&lt;br /&gt;You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;Dependant on any mortal man&lt;br /&gt;You are not a god&lt;br /&gt;In need of anything we can give&lt;br /&gt;By Your plan, thats just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;You are God alone&lt;br /&gt;From before time began&lt;br /&gt;You were on Your throne&lt;br /&gt;Your are God alone&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;In the good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;You are on Your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are God alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose power none can contend&lt;br /&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Whose name and praise will never end&lt;br /&gt;You're the only God&lt;br /&gt;Who's worthy of everything we can give&lt;br /&gt;You are God&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Unchangeable&lt;br /&gt;Unshakable&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable&lt;br /&gt;That's what You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful song. We sang it in church yesterday. Sang many other wonderful songs. But this was the only one I had time to jott down the name for reference.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun day so far. Maths tuition later. So heres some things to make you laugh.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/pic11337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/pic12287.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/pic12287.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/pic15457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/pic15457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/1600/pic27753.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7352/2303/320/pic27753.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115434111863039482?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115434111863039482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115434111863039482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115434111863039482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115434111863039482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-god-alone.html' title='you are God alone'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115413558313269815</id><published>2006-07-29T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:13:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USA / UK</title><content type='html'>Nothing much on today. Just alot of homework and revision to do. So I shall try to type all this in a jiffy. Doing tennis with Lizz at 2 today and maybe tuition? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun in some senses. Met up with Cf-ers again for photo-taking which in essence I lost 1 hour of study time. Oh,well. Will just have to make it up today.&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL IS ARRIVING TOMORROW!! As in Daniel Soh. YAYYYYYY!!!! Ubber happy((((: Far far away from the USA! Hahaha. It rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Ruth Whittle arrived yesterday.:D For those who do not already know, they are my cousins from the UK. 14 and 16 years old respecitvely.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am going to go and knuckle down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;3 xxxxxxoooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115413558313269815?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115413558313269815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115413558313269815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115413558313269815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115413558313269815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/usa-uk.html' title='USA / UK'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115391286682763162</id><published>2006-07-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:21:06.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weeks.</title><content type='html'>yes. It is about 5 weeks to prelims. And about 20 odd days to prelim science practicals. Scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;We were calculating in class today; less then 4 months until we graduate. That fills me with mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;1. Apprehension&lt;br /&gt;2. Fear&lt;br /&gt;3. Disappointment&lt;br /&gt;4. Dread&lt;br /&gt;5. Jubilation&lt;br /&gt;6. Anticipation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving secondary school is harder to accept than leaving primary school. If this is the trend, I really wonder what leaving poly or JC will be like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FMSS guy that Faiz thinks is hot seems to be quite well-off. He managed to take a cab to school with his brother. Spotted them next to us in the car and confirmed this when the got out of the cab to walk to school. Yes, I was near FMSS, ACSI at that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have truckloads of A.maths homework to do. Some of it by Friday, others by Wednesday. This is topped with revision. Going to do Social Studies homework and then a chapter from SS and some revision for science praticals. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am off((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115391286682763162?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115391286682763162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115391286682763162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115391286682763162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115391286682763162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-weeks.html' title='5 weeks.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115357055914329878</id><published>2006-07-22T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T20:15:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything in its time.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what lies ahead &lt;br /&gt;How long till my hunger is fed &lt;br /&gt;They say it's hard to make it in this part of town &lt;br /&gt;So many people on this merry-go-round &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks try astrology &lt;br /&gt;Some turn to crystal balls &lt;br /&gt;To find an answer, &lt;br /&gt;To get through it all &lt;br /&gt;I just fall on my knees and I try to pray &lt;br /&gt;In the silence I can hear Him say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides &lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky &lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign &lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel like I'm two steps behind &lt;br /&gt;Somebody must have moved that finish line &lt;br /&gt;There are a thousand reasons &lt;br /&gt;Why I should give up &lt;br /&gt;But I'm stubborn in the things I believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides &lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky &lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause maybe there's another plan &lt;br /&gt;One I still can't see &lt;br /&gt;A little surprise, like your love in my life &lt;br /&gt;Funny how time changes how we see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river runs and the river hides &lt;br /&gt;Out to the ocean and under the sky &lt;br /&gt;I promise you, the answer will come &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to patience and watch for the sign &lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time &lt;br /&gt;Everything in its time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fantastic reminder of how we should keep God's will close to our hearts and turn &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; to him in times of trials. There is nothing wrong with feeling inadequate, angry (righteous anger only!!), upset, broken and anything but what is wrong is that we do not look beyond the problem and focus on our emotions without looking to God. Not  just looking to him for help but to give him praise in all situations. Does God only deserve our praise when things are all for us? Should we only praise him when we feel like it? NO!! God is the ultimate creator and lover of all times, he deserves our praise no matter what! We were born to glorify his name through all eternity. Not just on Sundays or when we feel like it. We should be carrying out our sacred duty 24 hours, 7 days a week our whole life. Our sacred duty is to glorify him in all we do by striving with all our heart, soul and mind to become like him. Have you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that ultimately, God is in control. For it is said, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28-29. To God be the glory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115357055914329878?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115357055914329878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115357055914329878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115357055914329878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115357055914329878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/everything-in-its-time.html' title='Everything in its time.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115348731958032875</id><published>2006-07-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:08:39.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speech day 2006</title><content type='html'>My final speech day donning the famous polka dots. But Mr. Chua says he will not allow it to be the last one. He expects me back next year. I must admit I was thinking about it during the speeches. My mind was really be-fuddled. How will I ever make it back next year with so many people sitting for the o-levels. But I can just top my class or some subject and I can come back and wear the robe thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I actually almost wanted to cry during the practice thinking it would be my last time receiving a prize in my uniform. I did not go red today when I got my prize. Yay! Haha. The performances were good. Some better than others. But then, if everything was equally good, they all would not be good. Haha. Get my concept?&lt;br /&gt;I am wacked. Spent the break at Yoshi and then This Fashion. Spent an hour looking at clothes. Forced myself to walk off with a tee-shirt costing $4.80. Did not even try it! But I love it. I actually saw this shirt it said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL COME&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS WILL COME BACK TO TAKE ME TO HIMSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that. Wanted to get it, but bad printing, so I passed. But maybe I will do a shirt like that soon. Really true. Jesus is my true prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Gonna catch a few minutes of the 9p.m show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115348731958032875?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115348731958032875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115348731958032875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115348731958032875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115348731958032875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/speech-day-2006.html' title='speech day 2006'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115321588184347994</id><published>2006-07-18T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:53:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love,makes the world go ROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Makes The World Go Around &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open your eyes and take in &lt;br /&gt;every thing that you see. &lt;br /&gt;Look at all the colors, red, yellow, blue, &amp; green. &lt;br /&gt;We can take an airplane and fly &lt;br /&gt;across the globe, look down upon the colors. &lt;br /&gt;C'mon everyone, let's go. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because... &lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, La La Love, La La Love makes the world go 'round. &lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, la la love, la la love makes the world go &lt;br /&gt;round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your ears and listen what the world has to say. &lt;br /&gt;Hear the birds &amp; bells and you will have a brighter day. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a special song deep inside their heart. &lt;br /&gt;If you want, you could sing with us, it's the perfect place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, la la love, la la love makes the world go 'round. &lt;br /&gt;You can't hurt me with the things that you do, I'll pick up dandelions and I'll give them to you. &lt;br /&gt;Puppy dogs, kitty cats swimming through. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, La la love, la la love makes the world go 'round. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Love, Love, La la love, la la love makes the world go 'round.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hahaha.this song is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;had a so-so day. Miss my chats with Zhi Jie and the closeness with Michelle and the fun times in the past. I miss alot of things. Those are the few that come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously cannot wait until the exams are over. I have loads more to say. But I think I hear the shower calling for my smelly body.tehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXOOOOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115321588184347994?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115321588184347994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115321588184347994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115321588184347994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115321588184347994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/lovemakes-world-go-round.html' title='love,makes the world go ROUND'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115293525805710779</id><published>2006-07-15T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:47:38.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>veggietales((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BOB THE TOMATO:&lt;br /&gt;If you like to talk to tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;If a squash can makes you smile,&lt;br /&gt;If you like to waltz with potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the produce aisle -&lt;br /&gt;Have we got a show for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales&lt;br /&gt;Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales, Veggie Tales, Veg-gie Tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli, Celery, Gotta be, Veggie Tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIOR ASPARAGUS:&lt;br /&gt;Lima Beans, Collard Greens,Peachy Keen, Veggie Tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LARRY THE CUCUMBER:&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower, Sweet and sour, half an hour, Veggie Tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's never ever ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Been a show like Veggie Tales!&lt;br /&gt;There's never ever ever ever ever&lt;br /&gt;Been a show like Veggie Tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for Veggie Taa-a-aa-a-aa-a-aa-a-ales!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo.This is my favourite song. Really. It is so cute! I have decided to get the CDs for this and some of the VCDs. Slowly over time, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Received some shocking news last night. Cracked up but then, I cannot do much about it, so oh-well!&lt;br /&gt;MMPS was quite good. Not as exciting as I had expected. But even then, it was nice to ask many many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have been on the computer long enough. Got work to do, BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxoooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115293525805710779?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115293525805710779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115293525805710779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115293525805710779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115293525805710779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/veggietales.html' title='veggietales((:'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115261799950266522</id><published>2006-07-11T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:39:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Story Ever Told</title><content type='html'>Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for &lt;br /&gt;Here you are&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's you and I together&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years &lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you that I love youtonight&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the rhythm of your body close to mine&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we touch, it soothes me&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;your kiss your pretty smile&lt;br /&gt;you know i'd die for &lt;br /&gt;oh baby&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years &lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you &lt;br /&gt;that day&lt;br /&gt;but if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;then the world would never know &lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;and did I tell you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;just how much i really need you&lt;br /&gt;did I tell you that I love you tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115261799950266522?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115261799950266522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115261799950266522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115261799950266522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115261799950266522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/greatest-story-ever-told.html' title='The Greatest Story Ever Told'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115251677241988257</id><published>2006-07-10T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:32:52.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>federer</title><content type='html'>I am back from school early today because we finished the E. maths test 10 minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Have some Australian visitors in our school. One of them being Natalie Tan from St. Margaret's Primary School. She has such an accent now! It is scary. But she did not recognise Gaya or me. Much to my disappointment. Oh, well. Shows I have changed alot since primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Got a whole list of things to do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;1. A. Maths homework&lt;br /&gt;2. English comprehension&lt;br /&gt;3. E. Maths homework&lt;br /&gt;4. Pamphlet&lt;br /&gt;5. Revision&lt;br /&gt;6. Bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about all.&lt;br /&gt;Federer won Wimbeldon. Fantastic game against the Nadal. I listened to it on BBC because we do not have cable. But it was just as good with really entertaining commentators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going to bathe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.((:&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115251677241988257?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115251677241988257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115251677241988257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115251677241988257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115251677241988257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/federer.html' title='federer'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115236985988310895</id><published>2006-07-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:44:19.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fulOFcolour</title><content type='html'>here is a more colourful template.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxooooo&lt;br /&gt;love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115236985988310895?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115236985988310895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115236985988310895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115236985988310895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115236985988310895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/fulofcolour.html' title='fulOFcolour'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115228113670107836</id><published>2006-07-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:05:36.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepyHEAD</title><content type='html'>I am wacked. Really tired. Practiced the piano for about 45 minutes. I am so out of &lt;em&gt;shape&lt;/em&gt;. Did scales and some finger exercises until my fingers started to ache. Planning to revise all the theory until grade four. Never really did grade five theory so I shall wait and do that with the teacher. Pulled out all the dusty piano books and sorted them out. Just going to focus on keeping in &lt;em&gt;shape&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch WIMBELDON!! The finals are here. The only problem is that I have no clue whatsoever when it is. This sucks. Nevermind. I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;Got A.maths lessons tomorrow and then lunch at OMF. The &lt;strong&gt;TENNIS&lt;/strong&gt;!! at melissa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am going to have my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115228113670107836?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115228113670107836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115228113670107836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115228113670107836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115228113670107836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/sleepyhead.html' title='sleepyHEAD'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115218752788350749</id><published>2006-07-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:24:02.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calm, cool and collected</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Amy, you're Calm, Cool, and Collected &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do your friends like to lean on your shoulder? Ask you for advice in life and love? Put you on speed-dial for emergencies? We bet they do. You're as balanced as they come. When it comes to making decisions, you're not afraid to take the time to weigh your options carefully in order to make the right choice. And it takes more than a few obstacles to rattle your cool head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you've also got lots of heart, and you make sure that people know that you always have their backs. There's almost nothing more important to you than the people in your life, so being a support to them is the coolest thing around. Just like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about me in another quiz. I am not too sure this one is quite accurate. I shall leave it for you to judge.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted two dollars today. All because I dropped my name badge in the car. This is the first time in my whole secondary school life that I have had to buy that white name badge. The HUGE one. I am so going to treasure it. I would not have had to buy it if my darling Amelia had brought my spare one. But she did not, so I gave her her due punishment - alot of smacks and shouting AND laughing. Poor Amelia. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely tired and was falling asleep in social studies. I did have a short nap during mother tongue. Then another hour before dinner. Spent the afternoon in the art room getting locked in and waxing. The secondary fours were getting all hysterical that they had been locked in, while Prisca and I just walked around smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good talk with Prisca. She is really a gem. Told her things I have never told anyone else except God. Anyway, I am going to sign out and do some good hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxoooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115218752788350749?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115218752788350749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115218752788350749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115218752788350749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115218752788350749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/calm-cool-and-collected.html' title='calm, cool and collected'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115209382165075450</id><published>2006-07-05T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:00:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickled pink</title><content type='html'>what tickles me pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy, Sweet Gestures tickle you pink&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hand-written love letters stuffed into your purse. Giving up a seat on the bus to a pregnant woman. You love the little things in life — and you know that they can make all the difference. Whether you're giving, receiving, or just watching from afar, nothing brightens up your day like a token of affection or seeing people treat each other with kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful and caring, you often put the needs of others above your own. That's why friends and family trust you, your goals, and advice — they know that you always have the best of intentions at heart. It's simple really, making other people happy makes you happy. What could be better than that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. It has been a great day. So far, anyway. Wasted time at speech day practice. Then returned home with Hazlyn and Faiz. The highlight was this guy who Hazlyn appropriately decribed as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. I totally agree. He must have been about 23 years old. I thought he was in working clothes. But even when he was about to get off the bus and he kept staring at us, I could not see. Then when he finally got off, I looked at him from the window. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE WAS WEARING BERMS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that spoilt his image. anyway. I need to get off. I stink. taha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115209382165075450?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115209382165075450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115209382165075450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115209382165075450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115209382165075450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/tickled-pink.html' title='tickled pink'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115200609430211738</id><published>2006-07-04T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:44:14.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single</title><content type='html'>I did this quiz just now. It is about why I am single. I personally do not believe it, but here is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amy, you're single because you don't want to slow down &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whether you're working all hours, busy with school, or planning a cross-country move, it sounds like you just don't have time for anyone else in your life...right now, that is. Your timing may be off in other aspects, too. Chances are, you've met that perfect person who just so happens to be married or planning their own cross-country move. So take a step back for a moment. Is there something underlying this? Could it be you're afraid to get involved for some reason or another, and are therefore attracted to people who are simply unavailable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're secretly sabotaging yourself or not, try a little exercise. Open your mind to those who are around you (and available!) right now. Then let up on your schedule to let that someone in. That is, unless you want to get married to your goals, and not Mr. or Mrs. Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read me wrong and think you know me well enough to know me inside out, I beg you to think again. I am not who you think I am. Next time, ask me before you start telling others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to one and All.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115200609430211738?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115200609430211738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115200609430211738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115200609430211738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115200609430211738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/single.html' title='single'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115189230316721566</id><published>2006-07-03T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T10:05:03.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored outta my wits.</title><content type='html'>going to the dentist soon. i hope i do not have to stay there too long. daddy has decided to take me. ((: had a funny talk with priscilla yesterday. haha. about how irritating and stupid and smelly boys can be. how odd. anyway. i am not really in the mood to type out my feelings or happennings so i shall just post some song lyrics. or how about a poem? ahhh. the coolest poem around. let me just get it. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;And the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;It even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh;&lt;br /&gt;Even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you didn't call,&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;&lt;br /&gt;Not even close;&lt;br /&gt;Not even a little bit;&lt;br /&gt;Not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.emo right? do not get me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115189230316721566?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115189230316721566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115189230316721566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115189230316721566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115189230316721566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/bored-outta-my-wits.html' title='bored outta my wits.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115174237230086329</id><published>2006-07-01T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:29:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>pinch, punch, first of the month, no returns.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.another month gone.we are into the second half of the year.and less than 5 months to O s. cannot believe it.&lt;br /&gt;okay.before you start reading all this, let me warn you that most of this stuff, if not all, will not make any sense whatsoever to almost all of you. unless you know me absolutely well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been turning the matter over in my mind. before this i guess i would have considered us. but now the more i think about it. even if its after the exams. the likelihood of us is bleak. the fact is that we have hardly anything in common. shes got everything. ive got nothing. so i should be the one saying that once you get to know me, you wouldnt want me. im sure God has the ultimate one for me out there. the stuff we have in common is so trivial that its hardly worth recognising. the fact that we didnt talk for almost one day.... i do not really know what im saying.i shall not finish that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played tennis yesterday.FANTASTIC!! haha. if we do that almost every week and it will be as good as lessons. plus zaty is so pro that we are not spending half the time running after the balls. ahhaha. but we had no celebration for youth day. we had normal lessons and then a talk on discipline matters for assembly. like, hello??? while other schools could wear home clothes and acsi even had a soccer match!! i thought that paying 2 dollars to wear home clothes and having a short celebration was bad. but yesterday was worse. nevermind. i really cannot be bothered. and like someone told me, st. margs is really going down hill. i doubt we will be so popular next year. just look at the number of lesbians!! atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;im too infuriated to type anymore. i am going for a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxoooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;amyruth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115174237230086329?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115174237230086329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115174237230086329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115174237230086329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115174237230086329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/07/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115156917406577757</id><published>2006-06-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T16:19:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school again</title><content type='html'>i have just had a swim. 20 laps in total. but judging by the size of our swimming pool. its more like 10. but i wasnt as tired today as usual. which is nice. saw christine at the pool. shes back for 2 weeks from aus. i am eating instant mee goreng for lunch now. i know its not healthy. and trust me. i hardly eat this stuff. cos its got msg and i belive it gives me a headache. but ive already got a slight headache. so, doesnt really matter. havent blogged for 3 days now. or so. school has started. if some of you havent realised. first day was okay. had PE though we did not do much. just ran two rounds and took height and weight. i have grown one cm but put on 0.3 kg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;mrs tan announced the award at devotions on monday. despite the dark surroundings, people claimed they could see my face glow. oh well. cant really be helped. and all they want to know is how much money i get from the award! and ive got a new name now. THE LEE KUAN YEW AWARD. haha. i figured mrs tan should have announced the award before she made me stand and say my name. then the students would have heard what award i had received. instead, the noise was so great that they didnt hear.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday wasnt much except a very long day cos of that english thing. then wednesday was cluster arts festival. not as exciting as last year.&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking. WOW!! i have been thinking!! haha. i really do not understand why people want to waste their time dating someone they know they will never marry. or are in a relationship when they have not even thought about marriage. its really confusing. some date for fun. others date for show. i think that if its for any other reason besides marriage then...i have no comments for you. no. i am not saying that you must marry the person you date. cos dating is all about finding out more about the person. but if you know for sure that you'll never marry that person, youre wasting your time. i have made that mistake before. and trust me. its not worth your effort. argh. i am getting all emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall sign out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115156917406577757?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115156917406577757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115156917406577757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115156917406577757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115156917406577757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-again.html' title='school again'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115131103234586418</id><published>2006-06-26T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:37:12.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not I but Christ</title><content type='html'>Not I, but Christ, be honoured, loved, exalted;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, be seen, be known, be heard;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, in every look and action;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, in every thought and word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, to gently soothe in sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, to wipe the falling tear;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, to lift the weary burden;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, to hush away all fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, in lowly, silent labour;&lt;br /&gt;Not I, but Christ, in humble, earnest toil;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, only Christ! no show, no ostentation;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, none but Christ, the gatherer of the spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, only Christ, ere long will fill my vision;&lt;br /&gt;Glory excelling, soon, full soon, I'll see --- &lt;br /&gt;Christ, only Christ, my every wish fulfilling --- &lt;br /&gt;Christ, only Christ, my All in all to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang this in singspiration today. only one song. but a wonderful song at that. my future now seems a total blank. jc or poly? first three months or not? i really am lost. was quite troubled at grandmother's last night. but after a few tears, i stood up and turned around. i really believe God was telling me something. cos i saw this tile with these words written on them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;EVER GIVE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all loads.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxoooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115131103234586418?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115131103234586418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115131103234586418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115131103234586418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115131103234586418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-i-but-christ.html' title='not I but Christ'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115122440549742573</id><published>2006-06-25T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:33:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red-faced</title><content type='html'>just bathed. but my face is still red.&lt;br /&gt;ran a super long distance just now. for 25 minutes. let me relay the route to you. if you stay around ulu pandan, you will know what i am talking about. i started from the exit of pandan valley. running with the flow of traffic, i went past pine grove and past the BBQ seafood place. i then entered the canal and ran until the bridge going to dover MRT. from there i crossed the bridge and ran in the opposite direction towards pandan valley. really like cross country. up, down, gravel, mud, grass, cars, trees. everything. then up hill all the way to the back entrance of pandan valley. i did not plan to run so long. actually meant to just cross the first bridge and not go so far. more than 3.2km i expect. the best thing is that i did not stop running. i only did once very abruptly for a split second. no idea why. i just did. got a bit of a shock. then i just continued. so all in all, i am quite proud of myself. but now, i think im more tired than before. oh well. i gues i will sleep extra well tonight.okay. this is too wordy for me. im off.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxoooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115122440549742573?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115122440549742573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115122440549742573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115122440549742573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115122440549742573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-faced.html' title='red-faced'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115107278942838512</id><published>2006-06-23T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:26:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain?</title><content type='html'>aiya.im wacked. really wacked. gonna go sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;the whole of today my left calve has been uncomfortable with a slight muscle pull. my right arm is giving me problems. there is this sharp pain that keeps returning. it wont leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep now. DO NOT DISTURB!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115107278942838512?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115107278942838512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115107278942838512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115107278942838512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115107278942838512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/pain.html' title='pain?'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115102053984071822</id><published>2006-06-23T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:56:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning sunshine missing.</title><content type='html'>aiya.i just need to get this load off my chest. seriously no idea why i feel like this. since last night to this morning. but i did sleep kind of well!! haha. was having a fantastic dream until my alarm rang. do not ask me what dream. cos i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;here are just some words to describe me today and my intimate feelings &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cold&lt;br /&gt;2. upset?&lt;br /&gt;3. confused&lt;br /&gt;4. emoooo&lt;br /&gt;5. headache-d&lt;br /&gt;6. desperately trying to keep God on my mind[so today will look better]&lt;br /&gt;7. heck-care attitutde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.i'll refine all this when i return!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115102053984071822?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115102053984071822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115102053984071822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115102053984071822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115102053984071822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning-sunshine-missing.html' title='morning sunshine missing.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115097235368454060</id><published>2006-06-22T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:34:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WACKYYEEE</title><content type='html'>hoho!ive just returned from an expedition across the bridge to send prisca home. with the BIG umbrella. anyway. the interesting and ABSOLUTELY exciting part is that my slippers are dirty. you see. the rain got in and the slimy white stuff started forming. maybe it was stuff on the slippers or maybe. just maybe, it was some stuff OOOOOZING from my feet. interesting eh?&lt;br /&gt;had art today. as usual. did loads of waxing. so I smell like wax. gonna bathe soon before the thing at zjs house. kinda nervous. but then. im crazy cos of prisca, so should be fine. once im crazy, im CRAZY!! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;today on the bus there was this obstinate lil Nanyang Primary girl. totally rude and disrespectful to her mum. her mum was just dozing off behind her and she turned around to poke her in the face. not a kind of friendly poke. like [hey! I like doing this!!] kinda poke. about 4 times. and her mum just smiled sweetly. GAAAH! mad people. the funny part is that the girl just looked at her finger after that as if to say [I DIDN’T DO THAT!!!] hahahah. sarah did a demo of that. cracked me up. badly.&lt;br /&gt;okok. gonna go bathe. then iron off the wax on my uniform and then pack the brownies/choc cake. SERIOUS. its like choc cake. my baking skills are deteriorating. ask all the cf girls. my baking used to be FANTASTIC!! here goes my ego. okok.&lt;br /&gt;love loads.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115097235368454060?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115097235368454060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115097235368454060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115097235368454060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115097235368454060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/wackyyeee.html' title='WACKYYEEE'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115088332560358927</id><published>2006-06-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T17:48:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are-</title><content type='html'>this is how i feel. deep man. deep.&lt;br /&gt;i love you God. i really cannot imagine where i would be without you. youre my biggest daddy. I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father, &lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of&lt;br /&gt;All the praises and&lt;br /&gt;All the glory&lt;br /&gt;And There is none like you,&lt;br /&gt;You are Holy,&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you all,&lt;br /&gt;All the Glory due your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You are worthy Lord,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And I will worship You&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that You are real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the mighty God,&lt;br /&gt;You are the King of kings&lt;br /&gt;Let all that is within me&lt;br /&gt;bless Your Holy Name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115088332560358927?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115088332560358927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115088332560358927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115088332560358927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115088332560358927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are.html' title='you are-'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115071032106463279</id><published>2006-06-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:45:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>artsy-grizz</title><content type='html'>just bathed and got out of my wax-reeking uniform. thanks to the wonderful batik i have put my heart and soul into. well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;doing spamming on testimonials now. maybe you'll get one yea?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;talked to amanda lee about the church camp. looking back....nvm. dont wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. got nothing left to say. serious.&lt;br /&gt;shall quit now.&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;love loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115071032106463279?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115071032106463279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115071032106463279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115071032106463279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115071032106463279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/artsy-grizz.html' title='artsy-grizz'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115054883777540555</id><published>2006-06-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T13:53:32.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Pres Church Camp</title><content type='html'>Oh well. I am finally back from beingaway from home for eons.not that many emails. but ho-hum. got quite a few tags. which is nice.church camp was okay. only made one friend. friend meaning get contact no. or smth. and that person is not even from Glory!! oh well.it was okay i guess. more spiritual. though some parts were real fun. like glory night. tomorrow we're not going to Glory Pres. decided. we are going to Living Waters. TA-DA!! here i come. after years of not going. now thats an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;aiya. really got nothing to say. not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;here's the theme song.i shall let it speak for itself.&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse one:&lt;br /&gt;I will seek God's guidance from above,&lt;br /&gt;Daily leading and abounding love,&lt;br /&gt;And as I trust in Him for clear direction,&lt;br /&gt;To my course He'll give correction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Lord I find my strength and hope,&lt;br /&gt;In His word, the truth, I rest secure,&lt;br /&gt;Treasures I find inside with precepts clear as light,&lt;br /&gt;I will practice well with godly fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If I remain in You, Your words remain in me&lt;br /&gt;I claim Your promise true.&lt;br /&gt;If I remail in You, Your words remain in me,&lt;br /&gt;So I claim Your promise true that You will hear and answer my plea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse two:&lt;br /&gt;Any time no matter night or day,&lt;br /&gt;God will always hear me when I pray,&lt;br /&gt;So help me watch and pray, never my trust betray,&lt;br /&gt;Joy and peace You give each new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wil labour well to intercede&lt;br /&gt;For all those who have a pressing need,&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees I pray before Your heav'nly throne,&lt;br /&gt;With a heart of thanks to you I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to flee from sin and shame,&lt;br /&gt;Lest I bring dishonour to Your name,&lt;br /&gt;And may my life reveal the glory of the Kind,&lt;br /&gt;Bearing fruit and serving to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice?&lt;br /&gt;BYE LA!&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115054883777540555?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115054883777540555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115054883777540555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115054883777540555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115054883777540555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/glory-pres-church-camp.html' title='Glory Pres Church Camp'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-115000762239582609</id><published>2006-06-11T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:37:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BELLBELL</title><content type='html'>OH MY DARLING, OH MY DARLING, OH MY DARLING ANNABELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.this is what happened after pris went to church. jean, sab and i prank called a few more people while steph was out eating. one of them included my beloved annabell. you cannot believe how disturbed she was. then she kept calling back. like who returns the call of a prank caller???HAHAHAHA. couldnt take it. i laughed so much i swallowed my chewing gum. almost choked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF camp was  blast!! like totally. studied alot in the first couple OF days. not so much on friday and saturday. but it was very refreshing. spenT loads of time studying God's word and stuff. fun nite as usual was wackey. but hey? thats the whole point right? didnt get to make any new friends from prank calling this year. usually every year we call, i will make new friends. super wierd. then we tried to do the 'chickaty china, the chinese chicken. grab a drumstick and your brain starts clicking.' aiyo. really madness. i couldnt finish singing the song i was laughing so much. then we did 'i think you're hot' thing. but instead of speaking in english was said, 'i think youre &lt;em&gt;re&lt;/em&gt;' &lt;em&gt;re&lt;/em&gt; in chinese is hot, as in temperature hot. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;then jean wanted to do her bra thing yesterday afternoon. so we called jackson and said 'hello, i am ali baba. i own a shop called ali brabra. do you want to be my model? you will have to wear panties too. what size are you? i need to choose a set for you.' and he said he wanted to. but he knew it was us cos we called him last year too. HAHAHAH. then on the second night we called ashely. pretending to be from KFC. want to confirm her order. then after playing around she hung up. so we started laughing. didnt realise they were just down stairs. and they could hear us. so jolene came bolting upsatirs and stared at us from the window of the shalom room. HAHAHAHAHAH. classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, shall write somemore another time. got to eat, bathe, sleep and pack for one week in malaysia!!WOO-HOO. no work. pure relaxation. yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all loads and loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-115000762239582609?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/115000762239582609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=115000762239582609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115000762239582609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/115000762239582609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/bellbell.html' title='BELLBELL'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114937875315674147</id><published>2006-06-04T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T07:52:33.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into your hands,Lord.</title><content type='html'>I walk by faith, each step by faith&lt;br /&gt;To live by faith, I put my trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;I walk by faith, each step by faith&lt;br /&gt;To live by faith, I put my trust in You.&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take is a step of faith&lt;br /&gt;No weapon formed against me shall prosper&lt;br /&gt;And every prayer&lt;br /&gt;I make is a prayer of faith&lt;br /&gt;And if my God is for me&lt;br /&gt;Then who can be against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,its really heavy on my heart now. and only you know how i really feel. so, i commit it into your hands. there is hardly anything i can do. and to bless those who curse me and turn the other cheek. its gonna be hard. so i commit it into your hands. and whether it remains, its your will Lord. all i ask is that you fill me with your holy spirit. then i know that whatever i do will be inspired by you. you know how tired i am and how much longer i can hold on. so here you go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love loads.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114937875315674147?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114937875315674147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114937875315674147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114937875315674147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114937875315674147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/into-your-handslord.html' title='Into your hands,Lord.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114912228676059590</id><published>2006-06-01T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:38:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindred thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in this crazy maze of life&lt;br /&gt;Though the reasons are scarcely known&lt;br /&gt;A sacred soul is placed upon our path&lt;br /&gt;And we come to care for them as our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate to discern in your quiet manner&lt;br /&gt;Kindred thoughts and a penetrating mind&lt;br /&gt;A heart that can be crushed in an instant&lt;br /&gt;Generous nature and wise spirit intertwined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching helplessly as you tackle life&lt;br /&gt;Over your suffering, I have grieved&lt;br /&gt;My only offering a prayer and a kind word &lt;br /&gt;Against the blows you have received&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With vivid intensity, I still remember&lt;br /&gt;The tribulations on a young life unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Aching to fill that empty corner of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Finding your niche in a formidable world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling knocked about at every turn&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful actions, careless words that debase&lt;br /&gt;Like flames searing the core of one's very soul&lt;br /&gt;Indelible and near impossible to erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you...you have that special something&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by a faith that doesn't waver&lt;br /&gt;And a wealth of talents so generously bestowed&lt;br /&gt;Your utter brilliance this world one day will savor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you set out to maneuver this maze called life&lt;br /&gt;Enduring its many trials and all its cares&lt;br /&gt;Always know you have my token of friendship &lt;br /&gt;And, a place forever in my thoughts and my prayers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114912228676059590?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114912228676059590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114912228676059590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114912228676059590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114912228676059590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/06/kindred-thoughts.html' title='Kindred thoughts'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114912030953337306</id><published>2006-06-01T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:08:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if youre gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 295px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmmPwflccoU" width="332" height="275" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well.this song is cool.especially since jon sang it.haha.and its not tone deaf so yup.even better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114912030953337306?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114907896565000444</id><published>2006-05-31T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:36:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no problems?</title><content type='html'>i am alon at home.&lt;br /&gt;becca and lizz have gone for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;but i know ive got work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all loads you know.&lt;br /&gt;even if &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do not talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD LOVES ME!!NAHNAHNAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAYEA.((:that makes my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114907896565000444?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114907836357156932</id><published>2006-05-31T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:26:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black and white</title><content type='html'>heres a new template.okay.so i havent been working.okok.back to work.love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114907836357156932?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114907836357156932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114907836357156932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA.THIS IS SOOOOO FUNNY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114880412610751915?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114880412610751915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114880412610751915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114880412610751915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114880412610751915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/crazy-korean.html' title='CRAZY KOREAN'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114880359441246429</id><published>2006-05-28T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:19:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in christ alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecards.emicmg.com/soldierStory/"&gt;http://ecards.emicmg.com/soldierStory/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to this web page. i have no idea how true it is. but true or not, it has definitely helped me see things differently. i cannot say i am a huge fan of america or anything. but have you thought about it? this iraq thing has been going on for almost 5 years. and the number of soldiers and civilians who have lost their lives, whether they deserve it or not, is known by God Alimighty. and as it says, God is in control. now how true is that in our lives? very true. we sometimes find things do not go our way. let it be more revelant things like exam results. whatever they are, do you truly believe God is in control? or are we too caught up with our heads high in the clouds that we forget who is holding our lives in the palm of his hand. the vision i get from that line is that God is both powerful and super caring. powerful cos at anytime he could, in anger or anything, just clench his fist and thats it. we would be gone. but yet, like a child would hold a butterfly, he is utterly gentle and when we hurt, he hurts. but sometimes, like a parent who holds a child's hand, would tighten his grip if the child is likely to do something dangerous to themself. so God sometimes tightens his grip on us, and at times it may hurt. and we cry or get angry. but would the parent let go if the child screams in pain cos the parent is trying to keep him or her off the busy road? NO! they hold on all the tighter.&lt;br /&gt;that is what God is like. sorry if some of this is a bit confusing. all a bit impromptu i must say. well, thats all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE COS GOD LOVES YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114880359441246429?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114880359441246429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114880359441246429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114880359441246429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114880359441246429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-christ-alone.html' title='in christ alone.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114869918629781710</id><published>2006-05-27T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:06:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYEresults</title><content type='html'>im back. from where? school. yes,school. went there to get my report book with mummy from mr chua. haha. heres the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL: 49.3%&lt;br /&gt;AM: 78.1%&lt;br /&gt;EM: 87.6%&lt;br /&gt;Science: 61.2% [thanks to chemistry!:((]&lt;br /&gt;Humanities: 51%&lt;br /&gt;Art: 77% [WOO-HOO!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 67.4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 14&lt;br /&gt;L1R5: 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you be the judge and say what you think. im sorta happy with the results. all except ENGLISH!!! argh. anyway, mummy and I just prayed to thank God for the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were talking to mr chua, major was standing around us trying to say something. he finally did. and it was quite a shock. he has just put up the news report on a plaque. what news report? the one about our 'N's. now my face is so big. okay. the picture is small. but its horrible. anyway. ignore my face okay? anyway. the report is about yiyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.gotta go work.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114869918629781710?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114869918629781710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114869918629781710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114869918629781710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114869918629781710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/myeresults.html' title='MYEresults'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114854362961378622</id><published>2006-05-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:53:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-country 06</title><content type='html'>im finally back from a long and tiring day. woke up at 6 and went for cross country at macritchie. originally planned to run the last half of the race. but i did go back on my word and ran almost the whole thing. even though i came in really late. haha. but it was great fun. sigh. no more cross countries in st margs. oh well. then i went to meet lizz at town. heres the exciting part. firstly when we went to newunrbanmale at heeren. there was this pretty boy seerving us. serious. okay. so he was not the best looking. but he was both sweet in looks as well as service. anyway. then we went to BK. there was this super obnoxious woking lady who thought what she had recieved was the wrong burger she had ordered. so like some smarty-pants, she stormed up to the counter and slammed her stuff on the counter and shouted at the waiter. talk about stupid. then she found out that it was the right stuff and returned smiling like and idiot to her seat. then she sent her friend to check it out. the manager was really good and just went to explain to her. spoilt brat la. then after that we went to john little's followed by gramamphone in centrepoint.lizz's friend, peiyi, was there. quite chio and really friendly. then after getting my yam feelin' from old chang kee, we headed back. here is the gross part. before lizz left on 7, this indian guy next to us started to dig/pick his nose. like ewww. thank goodness we did not have to face him. then after lizz left, the other indian guy on my other side started picking/digging his nose. seriously gross. and i had to see him in order to watch out for the bus. he used one hand and then the other. aiyo. its just as bad, if not worse, than spitting in public. or peeing. GROSSSS!!!my friends, dont you dare ever embarass me like that. or i will just walk away from you and never acknowledge you again. just like a lil kid who wets his pants.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. got to go bathe. maybe i stink?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114854362961378622?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114854362961378622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114854362961378622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114854362961378622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114854362961378622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-country-06.html' title='X-country 06'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114821509020389114</id><published>2006-05-21T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:38:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LWMC</title><content type='html'>had our last week at LWMC today.im glad we went.serious.now why would i be kidding?!haha.&lt;br /&gt;uncle steven and aunty sara looi were there.glad to see them.dont know why.but yup.was glad.am glad?okok.im just confusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.after the youth praise and worship, the few of us youth went to dover market for lunch.namely becca,blt,hannah,daniel,dean(i think),mervin,jj,steph and another daniel.crazy la.it was so empty and the people were desperate for customers.so once we stepped in,we were bombarded with stall holders.aiyo.can die one.bleugh.but it was fun.we were laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.wanna go watch sg idol.toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114821509020389114?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114821509020389114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114821509020389114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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51%&lt;br /&gt;Sciences: 60%&lt;br /&gt;English: 45%&lt;br /&gt;E.maths: 82%&lt;br /&gt;A.maths: 75%&lt;br /&gt;from here you can see what im happy with.if you know me well enough.going to living waters for the last time tomorrow before we try out glory presbyterian.i think.yup.gonna miss living waters.but gotta follow God.(:and not get too comfortable.anyway.ive got pictures to upload maybe tomorrow.when i dont have to work.not that i will be working loads today!haha.okay.love you all.(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114809216780522435?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114809216780522435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114809216780522435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114809216780522435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114809216780522435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/resultsmye_20.html' title='resultsMYE'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114759796834099453</id><published>2006-05-14T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:12:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted - &lt;em&gt;a pack of tissue papers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on one of your internet friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skiing&lt;br /&gt;(x) been at a concert&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) petted a kangaroo/reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) run a red light/stop sign&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car crash&lt;br /&gt;(x) had braces.&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like an outcast/third person&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;( ) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) liked the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;( ) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate dog/cat food&lt;br /&gt;( ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) talked on the phone for more than 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( ) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) scared to watch a scary movie alone&lt;br /&gt;( ) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone doorbell ditching&lt;br /&gt;( ) played gay chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a pool/hot tub&lt;br /&gt;( ) been threatened to be kicked out of your house or been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.this is so bleugh.i got it from debbie's blog.ive really got nothing better to do.anyway.got to go prepare dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i havent even studied for science exam tomorrow.teehee.too lazy.maybe tomorrow morning?haha.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114759796834099453?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114744132338213138</id><published>2006-05-12T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:42:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nurses day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Nurses Day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114744132338213138?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114744132338213138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Boyzone - I love the way you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here for music: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kx7VR_wrh94&amp;search=boyzone%20-%20i%20love%20the%20way%20you%20love%20me"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kx7VR_wrh94&amp;amp;search=boyzone%20-%20i%20love%20the%20way%20you%20love%20me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and here for lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like the feel of your name on my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The way that your fingers run through my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how your scent lingers even when you're not here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how you enjoy your two-hour bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how you've convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With everyone watching like we were insane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I love the way you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Strong and wild, slow and easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heart and soul so completely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I like the sound of old R 'n' B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you roll your eyes when I'm sloppily off key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I like the innocent way that you cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At sappy old movies you've seen thousands of times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Listen to me now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I could list a million things I love to like about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But they could all come down to one reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could never live without you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sweet right?and check out my photos.total of 5 albums added.one more to come.teehee.this is so fun.anyway.i got work to do.see ya all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114740428040396404?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114740428040396404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114740428040396404' title='0 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freezing my butt off and really needing the loo.like serious.i had these pangs of pain going through me.tried to get my mind off them.just could not concentrate.left two questions unfinished.means i have forfeited ten marks.not really bothered.dont know why.but anyway.i ran to the toilet when they dismissed us and stayed there for eons.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.going to stephs birthday celebration on monday.heehee.cant wait.but have to cross the two final obstacles.science paper 1 and art.three hours!!of art.i will need loads of help for that.better make sure i use the toilet before that.i seriously want to watch the wild and x-men III.will see what happens on tuesday.and the very most i will just go later.must not forget their treat.since last month.haha.i am extremely tired.but cannot sleep or else i will be wide awake tonight.and that just will not do.going to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER NANNY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.haha.cant wait.i have watched the vcd of the vault from centrestage.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;POOF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!super blown away.haha.it is so funny.i was cracking up in front of the computer.going to watch the mole later i think.though becca warned me that it has alot of inside jokes that i may not understand.but king is in it!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!okay.i am a bit mad.is that an understatement?oh well.one note to all.dont be angry with me just cos i finished my e.maths paper!!(especially saboh)love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114731919817430005?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114698770956774391</id><published>2006-05-07T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:41:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROW!!</title><content type='html'>no studying today.so nice.&lt;br /&gt;went to church in the morning.and had communion.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;LWMC's communion quite different.as in people go up in groups&lt;br /&gt;to receive communion.and the drink,which is grape juice,is served&lt;br /&gt;in small little cups.now,there is this dustbin sorta thing after the&lt;br /&gt;stairs you take when you go down.but there are also these cupholder&lt;br /&gt;things infront of the kneelers.so i saw daddy leave his cup there.i looked&lt;br /&gt;around and saw a few other people doing the same.so i left my cup there last minute.then after getting back to our seats,i asked lizz where we were&lt;br /&gt;supposed to put our cups.a bit late huh?then i found out about that&lt;br /&gt;bin thing.so pai seh.tsktsk.anyway.later had choir practice for&lt;br /&gt;mother's day.haha.great fun.wonder what it will be like next week.&lt;br /&gt;i sorta dread it.cos i will have to stand in front.thanks to lizz and becca&lt;br /&gt;noticing that im the third shortest.aiya.why dont i just grow!&lt;br /&gt;GROW,GROW,GROW. SEE HOW I GROW?&lt;br /&gt;SO SLOW I GROW I DONT THINK I GROW.&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALA.GROW,GROW,GROW.(x2)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114698770956774391?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114698770956774391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114698770956774391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114698770956774391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114698770956774391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someones' bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really,really fast/unclear.&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy at this moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my job.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at MacDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall for the wrong people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers more than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can move my tongues in waves, much like a snakes slithers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distraction. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex. who won't like kiera knightley for example? &lt;strong&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden an elephant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolates and crowns!&lt;br /&gt;I go to school NOT for the sake of lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I can't ride a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm the only person crazy enough to do this at 6 in the morning without any sleep for the night.&lt;br /&gt;I feel crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love tomatoes!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like peanut butter on bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Been told "You're on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;I WAS a netballer.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Serendipity.what the heck does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;I think the word 'RASPBERRY' is sexaaay!&lt;br /&gt;I love to look at people's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna grow up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can cross my eyes n stick out my tongue n still look cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaining weight is a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am a PRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really should be studying for exams now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I totally love cheezels&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can eat as much as a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I dig my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to keep things to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always the last person to find out things regarding myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am doing this on a full stomach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114674798822177243?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114674798822177243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114674798822177243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114674798822177243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114674798822177243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/list.html' title='list'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114664757911223718</id><published>2006-05-03T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:19:49.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>i am so tired. yet i do not want to sleep yet. maybe after i finish blogging.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry and e.maths paper 1 tomorrow. i have not studied for e.maths.&lt;br /&gt;not really bothered. and chemistry will do later. i really have no sense&lt;br /&gt;of urgency. GAH! who cares. ok. ok. i do. but it is like i already have gone&lt;br /&gt;through all this stuff last year. not that i know it all. i guess i have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;most of it. it just looks so boring.&lt;br /&gt;finished my batik tracing today. brought it to class. smart move. many people wanted to try tracing. so i let them. and. haha. they were all so much&lt;br /&gt;more meticulous and careful than i am when i do it. but it was eventually&lt;br /&gt;finished. when i showed in to mrs. L. she just said good and said that she&lt;br /&gt;will see me after the exams! HAHA! and to think i thought she was going&lt;br /&gt;to scold me for no drawings to show her. tsk. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. going to go sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114664757911223718?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114664757911223718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114664757911223718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114664757911223718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114664757911223718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114657084929458330</id><published>2006-05-02T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:54:09.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>find us faithful</title><content type='html'>We're pilgrims on the journey&lt;br /&gt;Of the narrow road&lt;br /&gt;And those who've gone before us line the way&lt;br /&gt;Cheering on the faithful, encouraging the weary&lt;br /&gt;Their lives a stirring testament to God's sustaining grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses&lt;br /&gt;Let us run the race not only for the prize&lt;br /&gt;But as those who've gone before us&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave to those behind us&lt;br /&gt;The heritage of faithfulness passed on through godly lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&lt;br /&gt;May the fire of our devotion light their way&lt;br /&gt;May the footprints that we leaveLead them to believe&lt;br /&gt;And the lives we live inspire them to obey&lt;br /&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all our hopes and dreams have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;And our children sift though all we've left behind&lt;br /&gt;May the clues that they discover and the memories they uncover&lt;br /&gt;Become the light that leads them to the road we each must find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114657084929458330?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114657084929458330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114657084929458330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114657084929458330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114657084929458330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/05/find-us-faithful.html' title='find us faithful'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114568654733444892</id><published>2006-04-22T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T14:15:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>washedOUT</title><content type='html'>i dont know why.im just so tired and washed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i shouldnt be here.not that mummy has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banned me from the comp or anything.its just that ive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got so much work to do.and exams are like 5 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca left to cambodia this morning.gonna miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next week.this is probably the last time im gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog before the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD??why am i so tired?please,just help me.ive got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads to do.homework.revision.course work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive had a runny nose throughout today.what bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw aaron at the airport.going to cambodia with rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is in her oep group.now i know why he looked so familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the video.hes from the same kindergarten class as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he used to come to our birthday parties.haha.i cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it.got a kiddie picture of him.the same one belynda is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in.well.i better get back to work.got tuition in 50 mins time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then gotta have another tuition to go through compre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this up coming tuition is for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im spending too much time of math and science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that im super good at those subjects.but im sorta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neglecting the humanities.sigh.i need balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please God,help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.xxxxoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114568654733444892?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114568654733444892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114568654733444892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114568654733444892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114568654733444892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/washedout.html' title='washedOUT'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114552375361329806</id><published>2006-04-20T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T17:02:33.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bikini!!</title><content type='html'>i got a bikini for my birthday.thats the highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no.the highlight is the fact that God has led me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through 16 years!yup.totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bikini was from shehlin,latha,mel and bekah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list of presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. towels from a. lian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. photo frame from ms chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. pencil holder with my mei's pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. handbag from lizz and becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. book from mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. another ty beanie baby!![meant for mother's day]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    from lizz and becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. black shoes from shehlin,mel,latha,bekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. chocolate from van koh((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. brownie and tart from sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. mug,chocs,tapioca &amp; banana chips from saboh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. dinner at swensen's from mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. tickets to west side story from mum and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. 16 wonderful years basking in God's creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.(((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114552375361329806?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114552375361329806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114552375361329806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114552375361329806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114552375361329806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/bikini.html' title='bikini!!'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114535061912109968</id><published>2006-04-18T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:02:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My ex is&lt;/span&gt; someone I prefer to forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maybe I should&lt;/span&gt; open my textbooks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; God and everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I don't understand&lt;/span&gt; why people keep saying there is no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God when they just have to look at themselves to know there is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I lose&lt;/span&gt; sleep when I take an afternoon nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;People say I'm&lt;/span&gt; white sometimes and red at others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is&lt;/span&gt; only perfect in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somewhere, someone is&lt;/span&gt; less blessed than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I will always&lt;/span&gt; fix my eyes upon Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Forever is&lt;/span&gt; my place at home - Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I never want&lt;/span&gt; to let go of God’s hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I think the current US President is&lt;/span&gt; someone I do not know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt; I try to get my bearings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My past is&lt;/span&gt; a story full of God's mercy and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/span&gt; people blaspheme against God and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;use coarse language. (whether intentional or unintentional) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Parties are for&lt;/span&gt; everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kisses are the best when&lt;/span&gt; they are full of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomorrow is&lt;/span&gt; the day I become 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really want&lt;/span&gt; to serve God in nursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have low tolerance for&lt;/span&gt; people who blaspheme against&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God and are vulgar; even with just one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tag:&lt;/span&gt; Becca, Bell, Amelia Ng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love to one and all.xxxxoooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114535061912109968?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114535061912109968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114535061912109968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114535061912109968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114535061912109968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114517473392782899</id><published>2006-04-17T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T14:59:25.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cake</title><content type='html'>got a tinge of a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had honey stars to munch.after that lunch at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case youre reading this and do not know,i have changed churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now at living waters.acsi.really like that church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are gonna try out more churches first.dont really want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to.cos like im just stettling in.and making friends.)):i dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like change!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY GOOD EASTER TO ALL(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was in town from 2.30 to 9.30.madness.got my jeans and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-jacket from giodano.(spl?)anyway.lizz and becca say the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacket is not nice.but i dont have the receipt.the guy took the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receipt when i went back to collect my altered jeans.walked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around in my yellow light district with the others waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the OTHERS.went to play pool for about and hour and a half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off to dinner at BREEKS!haha.i was supposed to leave at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2045.but no.dinner will take eons.finally left and aimed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch a cab.now this is the fun part.i walked towards the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossing in an attempt to go past cine to the bus stop near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.but others had a different idea.they wanted to go by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the small path next to taka.they tricked me into believing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a crossing there.ALL LIES!!anyway.me being me,i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;followed.but marched ahead cos i was rushing.then i felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this powdery thing spray on me.followed by sprinkly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then this squirt of chocolate sauce and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BECOMING THE BIGGEST CAKE IN MY WHOLE LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had chocolate sauce gumming up my hair and running down my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sprinkles (hundreds and thousands) felt like sand.the whipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cream was melting.and the icing sugar was just stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i smelt pepper.anyway.after a few pictures and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempts of sharing my cake,i was dumped in a taxi and taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home.but the taxi driver was nice and cleared up after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cheated my of 30cents.but aiya.to clear up after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.hahah.came home and washed my hair three times with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shampoo.and once with body soap.then washed all my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my body.even now,i believe i still stink.though no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commented this morning.hahaha.everything was just:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but great fun.hahahah.i really want the pictures.will post them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.xxxooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114517473392782899?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114517473392782899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114517473392782899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114517473392782899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114517473392782899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/cake.html' title='cake'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114497811551305788</id><published>2006-04-14T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:30:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Chapter 15</title><content type='html'>Mark 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soldiers Mock Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16The soldiers led Jesus away into the palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that is, the Praetorium) and called together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole company of soldiers. 17They put a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple robe on him, then twisted together a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crown of thorns and set it on him. 18And they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;began to call out to him, "Hail, king of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jews!" 19Again and again they struck him on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the head with a staff and spit on him. Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on their knees, they paid homage to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20And when they had mocked him, they took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the purple robe and put his own clothes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him. Then they led him out to crucify him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crucifixion 21A certain man from Cyrene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon, the father of Alexander and Rufus, was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passing by on his way in from the country, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they forced him to carry the cross. 22They brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus to the place called Golgotha (which means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Place of the Skull). 23Then they offered him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine mixed with myrrh, but he did not take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they cast lots to see what each would get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25It was the third hour when they crucified him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26The written notice of the charge against him read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KING OF THE JEWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27They crucified two robbers with him, one on his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right and one on his left.[&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=MARK%2015&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-24847a"&gt;a&lt;/a&gt;] 29Those who passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying, "So! You who are going to destroy the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and build it in three days, 30come down from the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross and save yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31In the same way the chief priests and the teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the law mocked him among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He saved others," they said, "but he can't save himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32Let this Christ,[&lt;a title="See footnote b" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=MARK%2015&amp;version=31;#fen-NIV-24851b"&gt;b&lt;/a&gt;] this King of Israel, come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now from the cross, that we may see and believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those crucified with him also heaped insults on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Death of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33At the sixth hour darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came over the whole land until the ninth hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35When some of those standing near heard this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they said, "Listen, he's calling Elijah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36One man ran, filled a sponge with wine vinegar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now leave him alone. Let's see if Elijah comes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take him down," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38The curtain of the temple was torn in two from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top to bottom. 39And when the centurion, who stood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he died, he said, "Surely this man was the Son of God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40Some women were watching from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them were Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of James the younger and of Joses, and Salome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41In Galilee these women had followed him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cared for his needs. Many other women who had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come up with him to Jerusalem were also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Good Friday and Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114497811551305788?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114497811551305788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114497811551305788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114497811551305788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114497811551305788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/mark-chapter-15.html' title='Mark Chapter 15'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114466035568782926</id><published>2006-04-11T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:26:58.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughter</title><content type='html'>haha. it has been a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for the splitting headache. a few funny things. okay. thats an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understatement. I mean hilarious things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with English class. mr koh was going through the article&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on pandas and how bad they are at reproducing as they do not like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have sex. so when we were trying to replace the word [inept] with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards to their sex-life, one of my friends suggested a word to do with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skill. then mr koh thought for a moment. thereafter he asked whether we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed skill to have sex. everyone started laughing. in response, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student asked him how WE (as students) should know. HAHAHAH. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought it was funny. well, those are the sort of jokes and statements I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doubt we will be able to make in a co-ed school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these jokes may not be as funny. unless you have the same mind as mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started when she was saying himiko. she was saying it when we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about to go for recess. we were waiting for shehlin to come out of her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.math class. now I thought she was saying can we go now. if you say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast enough, it does sound quite alike. when she found out, she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing so hard that she tripped over her own feet! that was when I started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing. the second time was on the way back. I hate climbing the over-head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge when I have a heacache. so I asked her - must you walk so fast. you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would not believe what she mistook that sentence for. 165 gone past! [165 is the bus we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take home, then she takes 75 from my house] then she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started shouting WHERE? WHERE? hahaha. when I told her she had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misheard me you cannot imagine how crazy she got. she began laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hard all the way till the end of the bridge. now that is a crazy smss girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.love to one and all.xxx..ooo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114466035568782926?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114466035568782926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114466035568782926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114466035568782926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114466035568782926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/laughter.html' title='laughter'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114456732065908592</id><published>2006-04-09T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:16:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LWMC</title><content type='html'>just put the choc cake in the oven.making it for mummy.she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a craving for it.haha.just a treat.havent even got her mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day present!!aiyo.very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to living waters today.great fun.though I think we will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going a few more times to try out.the music was great.sermon was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OKAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.but I really liked the youth group.i guess its cos I didn’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to say much today.hehe.just that im amy and becca is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin.haha.other than that,just listened to alis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presentation.great stuff.reminds me of the Malacca mission trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two years ago!when I was in sec three.sigh.too many good things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after getting my diploma or even degree in nursing,i will start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to many more mission trips.cant say I definitely wanna be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church we went to Mr. Prata at Clementi.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curry was nice and spicy and the prata was good too.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet is really slow today.kinda sucks.oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xxxxx. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooooo. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114456732065908592?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114456732065908592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114456732065908592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114456732065908592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114456732065908592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/lwmc.html' title='LWMC'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114448084033773110</id><published>2006-04-08T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T15:20:40.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future</title><content type='html'>its been a good day so far.with career fair and all.mrs tan's&lt;br /&gt;speech was okay.not too bad.the QnA part was good.but jc,&lt;br /&gt;no comments.wasnt as good as the polys.i guess now i know&lt;br /&gt;why ppl are more inclined to poly even the 6-pters.&lt;br /&gt;spent most of my time at the ngee ann booth.maybe its just&lt;br /&gt;cos im more interested in that.actually.i went in only looking&lt;br /&gt;at nanyang cos i thought it was more established.but nanyang&lt;br /&gt;put in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;effort in trying to interest the girls.only two ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were sent.even then,they were not students.they were staff.&lt;br /&gt;a secretary!and when my mum went to talk to her,she just&lt;br /&gt;started to tell her the history of her poly.and my mum had&lt;br /&gt;specifically asked about nursing.tsktsk.glad i didnt waste my&lt;br /&gt;time there.the girls at np were great.very informative and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;but im glad theres still first three months.i 'll pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe,just maybe i may go.either jc first 3 mths of help in&lt;br /&gt;CF at st margs.oh well.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114448084033773110?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114448084033773110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114448084033773110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114448084033773110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114448084033773110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/future.html' title='future'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114414655677713776</id><published>2006-04-04T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:29:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>okay.not so dark and sad.this template is cute and made by&lt;br /&gt;me.well,actually,all my templates are made by me.haha.&lt;br /&gt;soon i will go back and take my templates from diary-x.&lt;br /&gt;and tansfer all my entries here.if ive got the time.&lt;br /&gt;second day of having that frequent, energy-draining&lt;br /&gt;headaches.sigh.and i didnt top up on my medication for&lt;br /&gt;the headaches.so its sucked.&lt;br /&gt;got work to do after dinner.anyway.dinner time now.&lt;br /&gt;hey!anyone know how to change the stupid time thing?&lt;br /&gt;i keep getting the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114414655677713776?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114414655677713776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114414655677713776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114414655677713776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114414655677713776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114396455125481452</id><published>2006-04-02T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:55:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april!!</title><content type='html'>haha.its finally here.17 more days til im 17.((:&lt;br /&gt;and 18 til my braces come off.WHOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;checking out new blogskins.maybe i'll get it up before&lt;br /&gt;you know it.anyone got good links?&lt;br /&gt;i saw him today.aiya.he hardly comes.but when&lt;br /&gt;he does....SILENCE.haha.shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;dont even know him.living water next week i believe.&lt;br /&gt;im keen on that church.gonna see how it all goes.&lt;br /&gt;anyone go there?besides hannah that is.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114396455125481452?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114396455125481452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114396455125481452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114396455125481452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114396455125481452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/04/april.html' title='april!!'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114379044069421408</id><published>2006-03-31T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:34:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CF</title><content type='html'>haha.i love the teletubbies.bring back good memories&lt;br /&gt;of england.why do i suddenly mention it?haha.well.&lt;br /&gt;sharon has protected her blog.so when i went to check,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt have the password.and pressed cancel.&lt;br /&gt;so it went on to this PBS website.then i started playing&lt;br /&gt;with the teletubbies.i learnt how to count and use the&lt;br /&gt;vacuum cleaner to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;haha.GREAT fun.thanks sharon.((:&lt;br /&gt;another week gone.its been kinda okay.a few hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;other than that,i think its been fine.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we had a very successful cf meeting.no lessons.&lt;br /&gt;but just sharing from 7 people.supposed to be 8 but&lt;br /&gt;my darling, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;JACINTH YEW&lt;/span&gt;,had to leave for &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;comm praise was fantastic dispite lack of practice.&lt;br /&gt;then i roped in my lovely sec ones to help clear up.&lt;br /&gt;taught them to coil wires,detatch mikes etc.&lt;br /&gt;they really brightened my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sindhya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;annabell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;shanaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;darshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;charise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well.its been great.thanks to my dearest friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;prisca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shehlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;faiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;rebekah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tissue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sabrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of course,especially to the one and only bestest friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JESUS CHRIST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he just rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114379044069421408?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114379044069421408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114379044069421408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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parts.((:&lt;br /&gt;like the performance and stuff.the sharing wasnt&lt;br /&gt;quite that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;had a good week so far.i saw my juniors!!let me&lt;br /&gt;list them:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;amelia ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;annabel(lebanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hannah swee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;charise chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; sindhya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;darshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;jeanette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the list could go on.haha.&lt;br /&gt;they are all so lovely and cute.(((:although&lt;br /&gt;some are way taller(hannah)):.nvm.i will GROW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114319999085159141?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114319999085159141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114319999085159141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114319999085159141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114319999085159141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/prefects.html' title='prefects'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114275893102794959</id><published>2006-03-19T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:02:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school.</title><content type='html'>sigh.another week has flown by.i cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;and we've got another 12 weeks before we get a break.&lt;br /&gt;though i doubt i will make it a break.or maybe?&lt;br /&gt;haha.you ask why 12?because we have ten in a term&lt;br /&gt;plus the two for remedial.yup.&lt;br /&gt;well,i havent blogged for a long long time.so i guess&lt;br /&gt;theres loads to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;had cf outing on thursday.great fun.at east coast.&lt;br /&gt;games were a big of a rush but i do hope the girls&lt;br /&gt;loved them.the bbq was great and i was wacked by the&lt;br /&gt;time i got home after a liquor chocolate from prisca.&lt;br /&gt;haha.funny experience.this time the liquor hadnt&lt;br /&gt;dried out like many of our mns chocs.&lt;br /&gt;then went out with becca and lizz to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;NANNY MCPHEE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny stuff.then went to search for clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt get my things from heeren.stupid shop only opens&lt;br /&gt;at 12!!so late.dumb you know.then went to ps.&lt;br /&gt;got better shops there.going back whenever i can before&lt;br /&gt;the NUS event.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.i just remembered this thing.you know jesus told&lt;br /&gt;us to be in the world but not of the world.so the image&lt;br /&gt;becca reminded me of was the fish.fish live in saltwater&lt;br /&gt;all their lives but when we eat them they are not salty.&lt;br /&gt;ever thought of that?in the same way we should just&lt;br /&gt;stay where God has put us but not let its ways influence&lt;br /&gt;us.wanderful isnt it?haha.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all. 17:02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114275893102794959?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114275893102794959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114275893102794959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114275893102794959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114275893102794959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-school.html' title='back to school.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114241680402541780</id><published>2006-03-15T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:03:36.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acjc</title><content type='html'>remember i said that i cant be bothered to go to jc?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.ive changed again.i dont know.almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;i go past acjc and sometimes i just feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;im just scared i cant get into a jc.but it looks so&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;as in, i dont have to be afraid of leaving the 'comforts'&lt;br /&gt;of school.aiya.im confused.and its starting to take&lt;br /&gt;its toll on me.im starting to break.i dont really want&lt;br /&gt;people to know about this.but then again.i need it&lt;br /&gt;off my chest.but even if i go to jc, i still wanna go&lt;br /&gt;into nursing.i just feel such a strong calling towards&lt;br /&gt;it.from jc i will have to go to nus to do a honours&lt;br /&gt;degree in nursing.i did consider acsi(ib) but you&lt;br /&gt;have to do lit.and i cant for nuts.so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;OH GOD!!&lt;/span&gt;show me a sign.please?i cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;but.oh but but but.i will feel odd going in with a&lt;br /&gt;batch of students a year younger then me.wouldnt&lt;br /&gt;you?sigh.)):why acjc?i dunno.maybe sajc?but its so&lt;br /&gt;far.cjc?i have no idea.if i really go crazy then rjc.but&lt;br /&gt;that would be even more odd.i think i'll stick to the&lt;br /&gt;first few.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im just too pre-occupied with my image.ive&lt;br /&gt;been fighting so hard to prove that i can get super&lt;br /&gt;grades.but now?i just wanna get it done the best&lt;br /&gt;and fastest way.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.where ever i am led,there i will go.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHY CANT I JUST KNOW NOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;)):its getting at me.&lt;br /&gt;well,rj is out.i need 4.ac and sa, 9.cj, 13.sigh.here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114241680402541780?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114241680402541780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114241680402541780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy.but its blown over.nvm.mustnt&lt;br /&gt;be late next time.never.others can be way&lt;br /&gt;late.i'll never left myself be late.even&lt;br /&gt;if i have to leave in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;movie.haha.&lt;br /&gt;wanna introduce this song to you.&lt;br /&gt;its country music.but i love the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The End of the World:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Why does the sun go on shining?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sea rush to shore?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you don't love me any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the birds go on singing?&lt;br /&gt;Why do the stars glow above?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when I lost your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning and I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why everything's the same as it was.&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand. No, I can't understand,&lt;br /&gt;How life goes on the way it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart go on beating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these eyes of mine cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart go on beating?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these eyes of mine cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't they know it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It ended when you said goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love you all loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114221578811674633?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114221578811674633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114221578811674633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114221578811674633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114221578811674633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/polka.html' title='polka'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114190343372854907</id><published>2006-03-09T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:23:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sportsDAY</title><content type='html'>my last sports day in st. margs as a polka&lt;br /&gt;dot is over.tomorrow will be my last&lt;br /&gt;learning journey.of course life is a learning&lt;br /&gt;journey.but you get the picture,right?&lt;br /&gt;and on saturday i will attend my first and&lt;br /&gt;last polka concert.&lt;br /&gt;we screamed like mad today.we had agreed to&lt;br /&gt;be extra enthusiastic this year.haha.it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;we got last over all.but second for cheer leading.&lt;br /&gt;then had lunch with mel,shehlin,latha,sarah and&lt;br /&gt;eunice.&lt;br /&gt;then watched big momma's house 2 with them +&lt;br /&gt;sabrina.it was pretty much shallow stuff i felt.&lt;br /&gt;very mindless.fun but not ful-filling.maybe its&lt;br /&gt;cos ive watched too many movies.im serious.&lt;br /&gt;i even watched master and commander.its a great&lt;br /&gt;movie.wonderful.but i didnt really take anything away&lt;br /&gt;with me at the end.i even get more out of 'what a girl&lt;br /&gt;wants'!and shrek.haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the company was great.&lt;br /&gt;im not allowed to go to east coast tmr to test the&lt;br /&gt;games.)):sigh.sorry prisca.sorry sab.sorry.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that if you find it a succes,the games are&lt;br /&gt;definately gonna be great fun.((:TOTALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;oh well,got work to do.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114190343372854907?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114190343372854907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114190343372854907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114190343372854907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114190343372854907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/sportsday.html' title='sportsDAY'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114163579737430909</id><published>2006-03-06T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:23:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxerS!!</title><content type='html'>another week is over.i really cant belive it.&lt;br /&gt;but then,its another week til the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;sort of holidays anyway.&lt;br /&gt;went for farwell lunch to daniel.went to&lt;br /&gt;pizza hut.man,we spent so much.and ate so&lt;br /&gt;much.then played pool.HAHAH.i really suck&lt;br /&gt;at it.nvm.im gonna play more so i dont embarrass&lt;br /&gt;myself next time.then lizz and i went to fareast.&lt;br /&gt;looked for boxers for andre.but they are so ex.&lt;br /&gt;then bought shorts.gonna buy somemore this&lt;br /&gt;thus after sports day.lizz bought two pairs of&lt;br /&gt;shoes.then i looked at shoes for prom.&lt;br /&gt;i so know what i wanna get.shhh.its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to holland village to get the&lt;br /&gt;boxers instead.8 bucks each!and theyre silk.&lt;br /&gt;i bought two.lizz bought two.one for someone&lt;br /&gt;else.mine has crocs on one and smiling faces&lt;br /&gt;on the other.haha.they are so comfortable to&lt;br /&gt;sleep in.then after more walking around,we&lt;br /&gt;headed home.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner.listened to the tapes we recorded&lt;br /&gt;long long time ago.haha.becca was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;i officially announce that it will be aired at&lt;br /&gt;her wedding.wanna hear?get an invitation&lt;br /&gt;from her.i didnt say a word so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;im tired.gonna bathe now.prepare for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114163579737430909?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114163579737430909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114163579737430909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114163579737430909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114163579737430909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/boxers.html' title='boxerS!!'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114147976338930005</id><published>2006-03-05T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:01:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lien</title><content type='html'>oh well.its been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;lien is now having her party downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;was a bit of a flop at first.&lt;br /&gt;but it picked up after we arrived!HAHA!no la.&lt;br /&gt;kidding.wanted to stay longer.but i guess i couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;had flag day today.and my shoulders and&lt;br /&gt;arms ache from carrying drum sets around.&lt;br /&gt;plus holding that tin.argh.&lt;br /&gt;then came back and baked brownies.haha.fun.&lt;br /&gt;i hope theyre fine.((:havent baked them for eons.&lt;br /&gt;then went to visit relatives.had dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;came back and did hwk.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; and found someone else whos face is just&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as mine.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;well,i dont really know lien.but here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LI EN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;checking out now.loves loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114147976338930005?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114147976338930005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114147976338930005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114147976338930005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114147976338930005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/03/lien.html' title='lien'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114112046985544487</id><published>2006-02-28T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:54:29.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tried of it all.</title><content type='html'>came back from docs about an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;aint telling what i went for.so dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;got full marks for a &amp;amp; e math.im satisfied i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but im sick of it.the better i do the more people&lt;br /&gt;expect.okay.so dont assume that im mad and&lt;br /&gt;i dont like getting top lots.but after a while it sort&lt;br /&gt;of gets too tough.and i am SICK of studying.&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY SICK.maybe not a good reason for me&lt;br /&gt;to choose poly over jc.but who cares?!aiya.maybe&lt;br /&gt;im ruhsing into things.but i just dont want the&lt;br /&gt;books for too long.thas the reason ive switched&lt;br /&gt;from doctor to nurse.7 years minimum just is too&lt;br /&gt;long.i'll be at least 26 when i finish!! :&lt;br /&gt;anyone want my place in school?get tops in some&lt;br /&gt;subjects.dont forget.you get the pressure too.&lt;br /&gt;i know.some people are gonna say i aint got no&lt;br /&gt;idea of real pressure.and some will say that i&lt;br /&gt;should be contented with what ive got.&lt;br /&gt;some will say that i should be happy i do so well.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what you say.cos you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;i only care what god says.what he feels.what he&lt;br /&gt;thinks.and for goodness sake.doctors dont get to&lt;br /&gt;hold the babies for long.you know what?im&lt;br /&gt;gonna shut up and stop here.cos i know the more&lt;br /&gt;i make my opinions known,the more people&lt;br /&gt;will find fault with me.some might consider me&lt;br /&gt;arrogant and what stuff.&lt;br /&gt;im just sick of this world.&lt;br /&gt;it is comforting to know that i am only passing&lt;br /&gt;through.what could be worse than to be stuck&lt;br /&gt;in this world forever???!!!&lt;br /&gt;aiya.im out.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114112046985544487?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114112046985544487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114112046985544487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114112046985544487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114112046985544487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/02/tried-of-it-all.html' title='tried of it all.'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114095761415025881</id><published>2006-02-26T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:40:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>singAsong</title><content type='html'>sigh.its been a nice long day.church,lunch,bake,church.&lt;br /&gt;funky huh?okok.not funky.just nice i guess.no work.&lt;br /&gt;heehee.the sabbath.what a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;becca has requested brownies for li en's party.&lt;br /&gt;i suggested cookies cos they are like so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well,i guess her wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;i havent baked brownies like for eons!!need practice.&lt;br /&gt;the most happenning thing tonight was the comm praise.&lt;br /&gt;no guitar.no drums.nothing.just voices.&lt;br /&gt;phil couldnt make it so bruno stepped it.&lt;br /&gt;just so happened that we were there and got roped into&lt;br /&gt;sing.okay.so we volunteered.but it was fun.just the three&lt;br /&gt;of us.bruno.becca.me.and of course the rest of the church.&lt;br /&gt;most importantly?&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;!!haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,gotta get on with my email to g&amp;amp;g.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what???dan is back.haha.my dear bro.&lt;br /&gt;probably gonna catch a bite with him some day.&lt;br /&gt;well,love to one and all.((:&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxoooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114095761415025881?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114095761415025881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114095761415025881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114095761415025881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114095761415025881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/02/singasong.html' title='singAsong'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114077336921284802</id><published>2006-02-24T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:08:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONGtimecoming</title><content type='html'>aiya.was looking for lyrics form what a girl wants.man,james&lt;br /&gt;oliver has the best voice ever.but the lyrics arent great.&lt;br /&gt;so not publishing them.i havent heard a guy with such&lt;br /&gt;a great voice.so far anyway. was thinking the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered aunty lynette's wedding where her husband&lt;br /&gt;(cant remember his name) sang a song for her.&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so romantic.i guess i'll have to wait.or maybe never? argh.&lt;br /&gt;its driving me crazy. oh well,the week has been fine.&lt;br /&gt;even the tests.the only flop was the try outs.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt train on bit.not even stretch.and now i ache all&lt;br /&gt;over.and was really slow.sucks lar. had a good long talk&lt;br /&gt;with becca last night.haha.i cannot disclose the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;if youve got the guts, ask her.hmm.the one thing i can say.&lt;br /&gt;is that we talked about jarvin.and boy do i look back and&lt;br /&gt;laugh.its more like i laugh and slap myself.just what was i&lt;br /&gt;thinking?!&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;JARVIN&lt;/span&gt;??like &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;?shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;i should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114077336921284802?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114077336921284802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114077336921284802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114077336921284802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114077336921284802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/02/longtimecoming.html' title='LONGtimecoming'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114051567639079404</id><published>2006-02-21T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:55:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said...no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with her forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he said no. She then asked him if she were to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. She had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heard enough. As she walked away, tears streaming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her face the boy grabbed her arm and said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not pretty-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're beautiful. I dont want to be with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you forever. I NEED to be with you forever, and i wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cry if you walked away...i'd die..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now isnt this sweet.but too clich é.maybe im&lt;br /&gt;just too insensitive.its like a fairytale.too good to&lt;br /&gt;be true?to me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;well,had a good day today.a bit of a mess.but other&lt;br /&gt;than that.smiles all round.&lt;br /&gt;singspiration was fantastic on monday.well,the best&lt;br /&gt;we have had for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;mrs loong has a baby girl!!haha.now shes on maternity&lt;br /&gt;leave.too fast lar.oh well.hope school staff can help.&lt;br /&gt;nothing else now.&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114051567639079404?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114051567639079404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114051567639079404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114051567639079404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114051567639079404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/02/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22621024.post-114042598073977741</id><published>2006-02-21T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:56:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>haha.im finally giving up on diary-x.)):but that means all&lt;br /&gt;my blogging from 3 years is gone.im sorry sheila.thanks&lt;br /&gt;for starting it all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go bathe soon.but will be back tomorrow i guess.&lt;br /&gt;cos ive got tuition tonight.&lt;br /&gt;im wacked and my sun burn is really painful.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its not as painful as before.but of well.my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to one and all.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22621024-114042598073977741?l=rightbrainleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/feeds/114042598073977741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22621024&amp;postID=114042598073977741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114042598073977741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22621024/posts/default/114042598073977741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rightbrainleft.blogspot.com/2006/02/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>AMYRUTH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06140243920047214623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
