<?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-5310125079646587391</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:35:44.827+08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Skin'/><category term='dreary'/><category term='hang out'/><category term='ugly girls'/><category term='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><category term='SecretZen'/><category term='cold day(s are good for)'/><category term='God'/><category term='loss'/><category term='national day'/><category term='SIA'/><category term='music'/><category term='Humour'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='buddyz'/><category term='capsizing'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>815</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1942115836523316168</id><published>2012-02-15T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T23:17:33.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've waited a hundred years, &lt;br /&gt;But I'd wait a million more for you. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing prepared me for, &lt;br /&gt;What the privilege of being yours would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had only felt the warmth within your touch. &lt;br /&gt;If I had only felt how you smile when you blush. &lt;br /&gt;Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough. &lt;br /&gt;Oh I would've known what I've been living for all along. &lt;br /&gt;What I've been living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is my turning page, &lt;br /&gt;Where only the sweetest words remain. &lt;br /&gt;Every kiss is a cursive line. &lt;br /&gt;Every touch is a redefining phrase. &lt;br /&gt;I surrender who I've been for who you are, &lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. &lt;br /&gt;If I had only felt how it feels to be yours &lt;br /&gt;Oh I would've known what I've been living for &lt;br /&gt;What I've been living for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we're tethered to the story we must tell, &lt;br /&gt;When I saw you, well I knew we'd tell it well. &lt;br /&gt;With a whisper, we will tame the vicious seas, &lt;br /&gt;Like a feather, bringing kingdoms to their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:') :') :') :') :')&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1942115836523316168?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1942115836523316168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1942115836523316168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1942115836523316168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1942115836523316168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleeping-at-last.html' title='Sleeping at last'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2756560212741054207</id><published>2012-02-15T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T00:20:35.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vday</title><content type='html'>You are my perfect valentine &lt;3 Thank you for making me feel so loved (: although the day totally didn't go as planned, it was still the best valentines day everrr!! Our 2nd one together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone out there struggling with exams coming, happy valentine's day and all the best!! Study hard and leave the rest to God! I'm totally slacking haha needa start revving my engine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's really fun being a part of Leon's army life and getting to know his friends. I'm glad that I mean enough to him that he wants to share his life with me, including letting me meet his friends and hang out together! The past few outings have been real fun!! And I can't wait to meet his gay buddy Daryl...... They are so gross together HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, today was such a good day with a lot of quality 1-on-1 time spent with Leon, which I really appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelove!! &lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Janessa &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2756560212741054207?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2756560212741054207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2756560212741054207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2756560212741054207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2756560212741054207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/vday.html' title='Vday'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4005340312383506191</id><published>2012-02-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:14:14.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best video I've watched all year</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bws52wtv6Ts" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So awesome! I love them all LOOK AT THOSE BODIES! Tom Daley forever.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;From your faithful fan since Beijing 2008 haha! Totally can't wait for London 2012.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;xoxo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4005340312383506191?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4005340312383506191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4005340312383506191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4005340312383506191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4005340312383506191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/best-video-ive-watched-all-year.html' title='The best video I&apos;ve watched all year'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bws52wtv6Ts/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7442927603196130496</id><published>2012-02-09T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:29:32.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lower me down&lt;br /&gt;So deep that I, I can’t get out&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re lost, lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you’d think it was the last place&lt;br /&gt;You’d come back for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;Then don’t push me away&lt;br /&gt;You’d rather blow out the lights&lt;br /&gt;You can watch it all fade&lt;br /&gt;But I’m going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;When you’re closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you don’t wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;You can’t push me too far&lt;br /&gt;There’s no space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I don’t wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there’s no, no storm&lt;br /&gt;Then how can I feel the calm?&lt;br /&gt;If there’s nothing, nothing, nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Then what is this feeling&lt;br /&gt;That keeps on bringing me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;And you’re closing your eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you don’t wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m gonna stay, yes I will&lt;br /&gt;You can’t push me too far&lt;br /&gt;There’s no space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where I don’t wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to leave&lt;br /&gt;And I walked away&lt;br /&gt;We’d still be alone&lt;br /&gt;And we’d still be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I’m going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I’m going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;When you just wanna fight&lt;br /&gt;And there’s tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you don’t wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;All the tears that I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;I could leave them to dry&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;I could leave them to dry&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t wanna love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7442927603196130496?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5948349262073851931</id><published>2012-02-08T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:30:29.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your ways are higher than my ways</title><content type='html'>Im at the most stressful point of the academic year right now. In 3 weeks this will all be over... And I'll be in year 2 :&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Jesus! Give me the strength to push forward and press on for the last month of school. I love You, for everything that has happened in school from results to friends to lecturers.... Lord You've blessed me so much despite my unworthiness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living a full life in Him. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5948349262073851931?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5948349262073851931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5948349262073851931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5948349262073851931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5948349262073851931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/your-ways-are-higher-than-my-ways.html' title='Your ways are higher than my ways'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3466999770637667644</id><published>2012-02-02T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:25:19.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me anywhere</title><content type='html'>Praying a prayer of faith: I'll spend my 18th birthday in England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Without you ): sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3466999770637667644?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3466999770637667644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3466999770637667644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3466999770637667644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3466999770637667644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-me-anywhere.html' title='Take me anywhere'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7285107265706958694</id><published>2012-02-01T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T00:27:15.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bahia funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCKIItDdNj8/TygV25ZU3TI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/yVjR6eZ1-sU/s1600/112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCKIItDdNj8/TygV25ZU3TI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/yVjR6eZ1-sU/s320/112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm bloody excited for September! I think I might be spending my birthday in England! How cool is that?! Details of the trip are tomorrow and I'm just squirmish thinking about the BRIEFING. That's how excited I am to go to England again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EXCITEMENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SWAMPED WITH WORK FOR NOW THOUGH... TATA x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7285107265706958694?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7285107265706958694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7285107265706958694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7285107265706958694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7285107265706958694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/02/bahia-funk.html' title='bahia funk'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FCKIItDdNj8/TygV25ZU3TI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/yVjR6eZ1-sU/s72-c/112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-648866209854679618</id><published>2012-01-27T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:18:28.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always wondered why it is so difficult to remember how you lived before that someone special came into your life. I think anyone who's attached can sympathise with what I mean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never been with a boy for this long before. Both my past two relationships didn't last more than a couple of months at most. My most recent previous relationship lasted a pathetic month. That said, it was enough for me to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's what different about Leon, we'll be together for 1 year 3 months this coming Monday. I know it's not long, but it's long enough for me. It's long enough for me because he has chosen to stick with me this long, when all the boys in my life before him saw me worth only a few months of their time. Having spent so much time with him in the past year, I'm already so familiar with him, every physical feature, every little habit, his way of thinking and speaking, his laughter, the sound of his amazing voice, his smile and his wonderful, wonderful heart. And I'm never surer, everyday, that I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with him. Honestly, yea I know I'm too young to be saying things like this but I think I wouldn't have it any other way. If ever something or someone came up that could try and separate us I'd stick it out with him till it's over. That's always the way it's been, and it's always going to be like this. If and ever it comes to the point where I'm the only one fighting for the relationship and he's given up, so be it. I'd fight to death, and it might seem scary that I'm this bent on the relationship, but I don't think anyone knows what it really means to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And of course, what means more than the relationship itself is Leon. So having said all that above, it's cheesy and it's&amp;nbsp;clichéd&amp;nbsp;but honestly, all I want is Leon happy. Even if it means me being unhappy. I've tried breaking up with him because I felt like I still couldn't give my heart completely to him, and that wasn't fair. I wanted to love him only if I could love him alone with all my heart, not when some small part of me still yearned for someone else. But every time I've tried, I've failed because the moment I see how much I'm hurting him I can't go through with leaving him. Any adult should know what I'm talking about: that immense hurt inside you when you see someone you love (be it a spouse, parent or child) going through hurt. Well, it's worse when you know you're the cause of that pain. And obviously, you'd want to stop hurting that person immediately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since it's in my power, whenever I see that I'm hurting Leon by trying to leave so that I don't feel selfish for not loving him completely when he loves me completely, I stop trying to leave. Which makes me guilty, and then I repeat the cycle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, everyday, I love the other boy a little less, but it's difficult to just stop loving someone you've loved for the past 3 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's for this same reason that I don't know why Leon still wants to be with me when I'm so selfish and I want to love two people at one time. (to haters, I'm not being a bitch or a slut, I really honestly love Leon and I'm &amp;nbsp;completely faithful to him and I will commit to our relationship come what may. COME WHAT MAY!) I will never understand why, because I will never understand how another human being could love me... it's just like with Jesus and your family, it's unfathomable why they love you despite seeing the worst side of you every single moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-xJQljSqg/TyF42TNSYPI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/DiH0wAXhKUQ/s1600/IMG_2391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-xJQljSqg/TyF42TNSYPI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/DiH0wAXhKUQ/s400/IMG_2391.JPG" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, Hyperion, if and when you read this: a million lifetimes aren't enough for spending in your arms, cuddling and snoozing with you under the covers, caressing your fingers when we're holding hands, reading together, watching silent films together, taking late night walks together, eating brunches and suppers, singing worship songs together, sharing a&amp;nbsp;frappé .. and dreaming up our future together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 15th month (in a few days!). I love you! x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asteria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s YOU NOW HAVE 100% OF ME (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-648866209854679618?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/648866209854679618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=648866209854679618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/648866209854679618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/648866209854679618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zT-xJQljSqg/TyF42TNSYPI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/DiH0wAXhKUQ/s72-c/IMG_2391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1270874862043123220</id><published>2012-01-25T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:43:37.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyFFkvsRHEY/TyAjFOmWw3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/FOxB5ISpmaE/s1600/London.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyFFkvsRHEY/TyAjFOmWw3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/FOxB5ISpmaE/s400/London.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1270874862043123220?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1270874862043123220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1270874862043123220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1270874862043123220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1270874862043123220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-see-you-soon.html' title='I&apos;ll see you soon'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyFFkvsRHEY/TyAjFOmWw3I/AAAAAAAAB1A/FOxB5ISpmaE/s72-c/London.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2377869319200224169</id><published>2012-01-25T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T15:54:55.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovehold.tumblr.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blablabla&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr-FbhF3j7o/Tx-1K6MlDYI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-RtYlxr_QWc/s1600/500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr-FbhF3j7o/Tx-1K6MlDYI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-RtYlxr_QWc/s320/500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnOhgleAjQ/Tx-1Mg6eYxI/AAAAAAAAB04/Hiaxy6syBBI/s1600/501.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mGnOhgleAjQ/Tx-1Mg6eYxI/AAAAAAAAB04/Hiaxy6syBBI/s320/501.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so much work to complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2377869319200224169?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2377869319200224169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2377869319200224169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2377869319200224169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2377869319200224169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/loveholdtumblrcom.html' title='lovehold.tumblr.com'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr-FbhF3j7o/Tx-1K6MlDYI/AAAAAAAAB0w/-RtYlxr_QWc/s72-c/500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7451972717165442704</id><published>2012-01-23T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:13:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when</title><content type='html'>I guess hotmail wanted me to miss you, because it just suddenly marked all our old emails (along with some others) as unread in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You honestly need to reread those emails we sent to each other everyday and think about how it felt for me when you eventually sent that last email. And how it could feel so bad that I still feel it today. If not for any other reason, just read them for fun. Or for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favourite email of the lot : Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2009 14:21:00 +08:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7451972717165442704?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7451972717165442704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7451972717165442704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7451972717165442704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7451972717165442704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/remember-when.html' title='Remember when'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6589390264949945811</id><published>2012-01-22T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:28:29.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong xi fa cai</title><content type='html'>Listening to Joshua Radin with my new WESC earphones. I'm feeling exhausted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been going on in school, I have lots of projects and assignments, and exams are a month away. The weeks are passing by so quickly that I'm scared I'll have no time for my projects. Doesn't make it any better that it's Chinese New Year and I don't have time........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, my money has just been flying out my bank account. I'm really upset about it. No more spending, and I really need to recoup my losses this new year. Sigh a huge thank you to whoever invented / started the tradition of angpows LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just updating a lot of weird random stuff this post has no aim. Leon booked out today and came over and we had a kickass day together as usual! I just love catching up with him about my week every weekend, ultimately he's the only one who gets me and the only one I feel completely comfortable just sharing everything that's happened in my life with.. And vice versa I guess! His army stories are always so hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes one thing I thought of LOL if a couple had kids tgt but weren't legally married so they were still "bf/gf", DOES THAT MEAN THEY ARE SINGLE, AND THEY DON'T HAVE TO GIVE ANGPOWS, AND THE COUPLE AND CHILDREN CAN ALL COLLECT ANGPOWS FROM OTHERS?!????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LLOLOLOLOL nights btw I finished reading murakami's dance dance dance, he never fails to mindf**k me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6589390264949945811?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6589390264949945811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6589390264949945811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6589390264949945811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6589390264949945811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong xi fa cai'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4799564465886592166</id><published>2012-01-18T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T02:42:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeserving</title><content type='html'>Yep it's 2:36 at night on a school day and yep I have school tomorrow but I just couldn't leave this to another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent the past 3 hours reading Cathy Glass' book entitled "Hidden", about a boy named Tayo. The entire story is just an emotional rollercoaster and at the end, the tears just poured out of my eyes non-stop. It's not often I cry this hard over stories, although I do tear up easily! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all the more amazing because it is a true story, and I was just so uplifted. It made me think of just how lucky I am, to be in the position I am now with such a happy family. :') &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's a good read (I'm not bringing out the plot because I'm sleepy and also I don't want to spoil the story for anyone who hasn't read it!) so whoever's itching for a good book. Read Hidden by Cathy Glass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortch, I can't lend anyone my copy because I borrowed the book from my school library! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO... IMPROVISE IV TOMORROW ( Thursday is considered tomorrow since its alr Wednesday now, technically, right?) AND IM EXCITED AND NERVOUS BUT IT WILL BE SO GREAT!! sucks that L can't be there though ): I miss him tonnes sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case..&lt;br /&gt;God, You're just so good to me. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jessa x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4799564465886592166?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4799564465886592166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4799564465886592166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4799564465886592166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4799564465886592166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/undeserving.html' title='Undeserving'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2334587415844099939</id><published>2012-01-15T09:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:42:33.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not particularly loquacious</title><content type='html'>"Koi No Yokan – Japanese: a sense on first meeting someone that it is going to evolve into love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a phrase that has no proper translation into English and it totally encompasses what I felt when I first talked to Leon online (haha!). Even though we were both in love with others at that time (!!), there was a strong feeling (well, at least i felt strongly towards L, and from what he tells me, he did too). It's the kind of attraction/perfect chemistry that doesn't go away even with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I managed to end up with him after everything though. Some people you just know you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. I know I'm a bit young to be saying things like this but it's difficult to water down saying these things that I really feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaa so Chinese new year is coming up! I'm really excited but I'm more excited about something else...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;bold&gt;IMPROVISE IV!!!&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time performing in a recital for CCA and I'm really excited. Although I have my own issues and my own emotions about certain things I won't let ANYTHING get in my way of owning the stage on Thursday night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who got tickets to watch me (: I appreciate you!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, Caleb had his last cell session with us two days ago ): he's leaving Bethel! We'll miss you caleb! Come back to visit  whenever you want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, everybody, PRAY HARD! Because Leon is getting his army post tonight/tomorrow, and in Jesus' name, he will get the post that he wants and he will excel in it!! Amen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and &lt;br /&gt;LURRVVEEE xoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2334587415844099939?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2334587415844099939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2334587415844099939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2334587415844099939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2334587415844099939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-particularly-loquacious.html' title='not particularly loquacious'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1638749770551370976</id><published>2012-01-12T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:52:59.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical pain</title><content type='html'>You know it isn't normal the way the pain ricochets through your entire being and youre stuck lying on your side unable to breathe. Taking short shallow desperate gasps. In conflict with yourself, because you're stuck between wildly thrashing your limbs around and having them pinned down and frozen at your sides. Stuck between laughing at the incredulity of the situation.. Or crying at the hopelessness of it. Stuck between yelling nonstop at the top of your lungs and never making another sound again in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through all that... the  constant dull ache in your chest.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1638749770551370976?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1638749770551370976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1638749770551370976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1638749770551370976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thursday, everyone! &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FDgQvu0vfBc/TwSKjB5TVBI/AAAAAAAAB0g/o-Nw-JyWejk/s640/blogger-image-176108556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-FDgQvu0vfBc/TwSKjB5TVBI/AAAAAAAAB0g/o-Nw-JyWejk/s640/blogger-image-176108556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5361052218097793349?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5361052218097793349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4713855754286873736</id><published>2012-01-04T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:14:03.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would be your girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Summer after high school when we first met&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We make out in your Mustang to Radio head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk about our future like we had a clue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never plan that one day I'd be losing you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in another life I would be your girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in other life I would make you stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I don't have to say you were the one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was dreaming you were my Johnny Cash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never one, we got the other, we made a pact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on, whoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone said you had your tattoo removed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saw you downtown singing the blues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's time to face the music, I'm longer your muse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in another life I would be your girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in another life, I would make you stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I don't have to say you were the one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one, the one, the one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All these money can't buy me a time machine, no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't replace you with a million rings, no&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should've told you what you meant to me, whoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause now I pay the price&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In another life I would be your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And in another life, I would make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I don't have to say you were the one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one, the one, the one, the one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in another life I would make you stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I don't have to say you were the one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4713855754286873736?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4713855754286873736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4713855754286873736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4713855754286873736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4713855754286873736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-would-be-your-girl.html' title='I would be your girl'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-8371964118405077382</id><published>2012-01-03T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:33:59.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Edward loved me . The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him , so would he always be mine."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-8371964118405077382?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/8371964118405077382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=8371964118405077382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8371964118405077382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8371964118405077382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-moon.html' title='New Moon'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6187737819318838260</id><published>2012-01-01T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:36:09.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep fried chicken</title><content type='html'>The best present in 2011 from the boy. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IoJiLNtB34A/TwA3F13AVSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/gqHyEeL_AEg/s640/blogger-image--335021019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IoJiLNtB34A/TwA3F13AVSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/gqHyEeL_AEg/s640/blogger-image--335021019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6187737819318838260?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6187737819318838260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6187737819318838260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6187737819318838260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6187737819318838260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/deep-fried-chicken.html' title='Deep fried chicken'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-IoJiLNtB34A/TwA3F13AVSI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/gqHyEeL_AEg/s72-c/blogger-image--335021019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4653138932772522602</id><published>2012-01-01T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T17:55:46.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>If anyone were truly alone, it could never be any of you. It's me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could let others feel how I'm feeling, just so they know how it is for me. It might make them feel better about their plights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone has their own struggles, don't they? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4653138932772522602?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4653138932772522602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4653138932772522602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4653138932772522602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4653138932772522602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2012/01/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4495053235985201183</id><published>2011-12-30T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:00:16.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那些年，我们一起追的女孩</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;＂你信不信10年后，我都不知道什么是LOG， 我照样可以活的好好的。＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;＂常常聽到別人說，戀愛最美的部分就是暖昧的時候，等到真正在一起，很多感覺就會消失不見了。＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;＂越是深沉的痛苦，代表我曾经爱得越饱满。＂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;＂也許，在那一個平行時空里，我們是在一起的。"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, up till now it hits me really hard I remember the way she said the best part of any relationship is the part just before two people offcially get together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I never got to have that with you. One day we were friends, and the next we were a couple. There was never any in-between, no chasing, no wooing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would change that if I could go back. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#youaretheappleofmyeye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4495053235985201183?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4495053235985201183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4495053235985201183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4495053235985201183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4495053235985201183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_30.html' title='那些年，我们一起追的女孩'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3995550359619856612</id><published>2011-12-29T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:36:05.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nui9GfRO1sc/Tvv8Q4SytqI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Qg0hQr92jYs/s640/blogger-image--738297392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nui9GfRO1sc/Tvv8Q4SytqI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Qg0hQr92jYs/s640/blogger-image--738297392.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3995550359619856612?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3995550359619856612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3995550359619856612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3995550359619856612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3995550359619856612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-are-no-words.html' title='There are no words'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nui9GfRO1sc/Tvv8Q4SytqI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Qg0hQr92jYs/s72-c/blogger-image--738297392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5572302960575433553</id><published>2011-12-28T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:23:34.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That weight in your chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"There’s a heaviness in the air every time someone leaves your life for good. You look at one another with hardened eyes and weathered hearts, neither of you truly wanting to let it be. But, as your very soul aches for them to stay, you resist the urge to reach out for their hand and ask them. And so you watch them rise from their seat, not a single word passes from their lips, and they walk towards the exit. As you watch them, they go to grab at the door handle and they hesitate, they look to you for some sort of sign, some reason to stay. But you’re too proud to do that, and so they look forward again and continue out the door. Out of your life. Leaving you with the lingering scent of their skin, the sense of loss, despair and anger. Senses that hardly leave completely. That makes me sad."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://where-the-heart-is.tumblr.com/post/14902676976/day-eight-things-that-make-you-sad-theres-a" target="_blank"&gt;(credit)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5572302960575433553?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5572302960575433553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5572302960575433553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5572302960575433553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5572302960575433553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-weight-in-your-chest.html' title='That weight in your chest'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3511565941405750548</id><published>2011-12-28T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:19:09.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year of God's perfect grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 more days(!!)&amp;nbsp;to the end of the year so I'll just do my year-end post today, since it's Christmas, a happy day and I'm bored. Hee. (EDIT: I typed this over three days, so although I started typing this out on Christmas, I'm only publishing it today!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Cell Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year, I started trying out churches other than QBC. Leon and I felt like switching and starting afresh somewhere new, so we headed to Heart of God Church. Attended service there for a few months earlier this year on Saturdays/Sundays but ultimately I felt like I didn't like the atmosphere and service there, and also, oddly enough, i didn't feel welcome at all. ): so I dragged Leon back to QBC with me and we've attending service now and then with my family for the past few months. Honestly though, I didn't  really like cell group in YWAV because it just doesn't feel like cell group. It feels weird to me, sitting in a church room with everyone your age that you grew up with in the same room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's where I just want to thank God so much: this year, the Lord placed me in bethel's Yishun 1, Leon's cell group. When we got together, Leon always spoke really fondly of all his cell members and I was just so eager to meet them, and one day he brought me along to attend cell with him! And ever since that day I was surprised because every single cell group I've attended/met be it in QBC, CHC, or even HOGC, I never felt as at home as I felt in yishun 1. Although I'm really young member in a tertiary and the other girls are all &amp;gt;19, I find that I'm able to just chat with them, talk to them and click with them. The cell is made up of all these pretty girls (really!) and I'm just so happy to have met such lovely people who are so readily friendly and accepting. The way they behave when I joined was as though I've always been in their cell, I didn't feel out of place at all, and I almost never felt awkward or like I was "new" or anything like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQ-Ai68hb_0/Tvq-ks134VI/AAAAAAAABzw/3lMPB7CdZz4/s1600/collage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQ-Ai68hb_0/Tvq-ks134VI/AAAAAAAABzw/3lMPB7CdZz4/s640/collage2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, one more thanksgiving item that came from this cell group: after I attended a few weeks of cell, we had a bible study session during a cell meeting about "Overcoming Fear". During that period of time when that cell meet took place I was actually having a real serious problem, I'd suffer from sleep paralysis practically every other night. If you don't know what that is, it's basically being paralysed in your sleep either when you're in the process of falling asleep or waking up, and in most cases it's accompanied by a strong sense of fear. (go wiki it, its seriously creepy) So during that bible study that Xinjin was leading when we all had to share one thing we were afraid of, I shared about my sleep paralysis, and my resulting fear of falling asleep alone in my room. I've actually suffered from sleep paralysis for about 2/3 years, but during that period of time earlier this year when I was having my mid year exams in poly it was really really bad. Maybe it was the stress, but I was just so scared of sleeping because of that. That very Friday in cell group, we took turns to pray declarative prayers over each other, driving out all fear in Jesus' all-powerful name. From that very night, until now (it's been 4 months) there hasn't been a SINGLE occurrence of sleep paralysis, compared to the past few years when I would get it at least once a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe that God has healed me from this completely and that my fear is no-longer there because Satan has been rebuked in Christ's name! I don't think anyone can imagine how much it means to me that I am healed, because I pray to God every night asking him that i won't get sleep paralysis, because I'm really just &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; afraid. Today, I know for sure that I'm protected when I go to sleep and I no longer fear. (: Yay! God's good to me. So that's one thanksgiving item for 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love being a part of this cell (: I was so touched when i read some of their Christmas cards to me! I'm so thankful that God has chosen to place me there in this year. Truly thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. DADP in SP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from my cell group, another big shift for me this year was choosing to pursue Applied Drama at SP instead of continuing on in Hwa Chong (or RJ or AC for that matter). That move was a brave move for me and I'm just so glad that God led me to DADP eventually. He first place the desire in me to go somewhere different from HC in the early months of my sec4 year, and I started exploring my options, and i discovered the course applied drama and psychology, and I thought that was a really good course for me. And then later on in the year when I was still mulling over the topic, there was a Straits Times special report (on the cover page of the Saturday section) on IP students choosing to pursue diplomas in polytechnics instead. It was as though that article was written just for me to see that choosing to go to poly isn't a bad idea and I can really excel there as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, there was only one huge obstacle I had to overcome before I really decided to apply to join DADP. It was my pride. I've always prided myself on coming from an elite school and being "smart". And I was so proud that I'd always generally look down on neighbourhood schools. I think anyone who knows me really well would know that. Choosing to go to poly was like choosing to step into a school made up of students from every single neighbourhood school imaginable. I was like so damn worried I wouldn't be able to click with anyone, that I wouldn't be able to connect with "ah lians" and "ah bengs" and all that lame shit. What's more, I was struggling with the idea of letting go of my status as a student of HCI. so many people yearn to get into HC but don't make it in. And by term 1 I was already settled into my class, subjects, and had awesome classmates in 11A10. I didn't know if I would give up all that prestigious-ness and go to poly. I prayed about it and talked with my parents and although my dad wanted me to stay in JC, my mum told me she thought I'd do well in poly. Eventually, I pulled out from auditions for ACJC and RI(JC)'s Theatre studies programmes and just headed to SP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My decision was made because God humbled me into seeing that it was a really stupid and disgusting reason to not pursue my passion (for applied drama which is awesome to the core) just because I was afraid of being seen as stupid, or I wanted to continue being in an elite school. What's more, after being a part of DADP and SP, I can honestly say SP is a WONDERFUL school. I did check out one other poly, NP, but at that time i found SP students were just so much more approachable and friendlier (and they still are). And have I mentioned how non-NSK my class is. My stereotype of neighbourhood school kids has completely been shattered by these awesome classmates I have. And plus there are other elite school students in my class so it's like I feel so lame for worrying about this sort of stupid shit in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;3. My Classmates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1C1O20-3hg/Tvq-foRsLTI/AAAAAAAABzg/v1K5o9wsPQ0/s1600/collage+3F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1C1O20-3hg/Tvq-foRsLTI/AAAAAAAABzg/v1K5o9wsPQ0/s640/collage+3F.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not only has God blessed me into the perfect course for me, He has also blessed me with awesome classmates. DADP 02 is quite seriously the BEST class. No offense to 01 or 03 but I'm so mighty glad im a part of 02 ^^ we're just awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if I wasn't in poly, i'd never have met my two best friends Sylvia Tan and Belinda Lai. I swear these two girls are the best! Throughout this entire year, we've all three had our share of hurts and pain, and oddly enough, it's because I know that they too go through the same troubles and hurts that I go through too from time to time, that's a main reason why I depend on them so much. They won't put down what I'm feeling or comfort me in ways that are dumb (unlike me, I am horrible at comforting people), and we are able to sympathise with one another. When I speak to Bel or Sylvia about anything that I'm troubled or hurt about they just know the right things to say/do and I love them for it. I thank God for placing two such awesome friends into my life. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2c-MoEp9Wg/Tvq-iJ8L1nI/AAAAAAAABzk/_I3Mdtk55ag/s1600/collage+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2c-MoEp9Wg/Tvq-iJ8L1nI/AAAAAAAABzk/_I3Mdtk55ag/s640/collage+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Leon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, one huge thing I wanna thank God for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcqNsbfArV4/Tvq-c8DV16I/AAAAAAAABzY/1cda0QK8Nnw/s1600/collage+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcqNsbfArV4/Tvq-c8DV16I/AAAAAAAABzY/1cda0QK8Nnw/s640/collage+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This boy (: he's always loved me so much since a long time ago and although I take him for granted sometimes and yell at him or throw tantrums, he's always there for me. No matter what happens I know at the end of the day he's gonna be waiting for me with his arms wide open. Everytime I'm down or upset he's encouraging and supportive and able to comfort me just the way I want to be comforted. God has placed this amazing guy who loves God in my life. This is a guy that I can love and follow and I'm so thankful to the Lord for sustaining our relationship and for helping us grow and deepen this relationship in this past year. It has indeed been an eventful year in all areas, but I see God's hands in all aspects of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from me, God has blessed Leon too. I know sometimes Leon might not feel that God is working things in his favour, I know that God is slowly working in his life, and preparing great blessings for Leon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leon, Jesus loves you more than anyone in this world and I want you to never ever doubt His goodness because He is sovereign and all-mighty. Our God is a good God, let's choose to serve Him in both our worst times and our best times. There are always going to be people around you who love and care for you no matter what. Your parents, your grandma, your sisters, me, Josh and Shawn, every one in the cell group, your army friends and even my family, we're all always going to be here for you! God has placed all these people in your life to love you and encourage you and I promise you that even if one day everybody leaves you, you'll never ever be alone, because He has promised to never leave you nor forsake you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trust God that the plans he has for your life are more amazing than anything you could ever dream of! I love you. Oh and, happy 1 year and 2 months together, L &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Et Cetera&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thanksgiving: thank God for restoring a good relationship between me and Kerrie. She was ever so ready to forgive me earlier this year and I'm so happy that God has peeled away all these layers of pride and selfishness in me and to allow me to have the humility to admit I was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all it has been an amazing 2011.  It started out rough, but look what God has done throughout the year for me. I'm infinitely thankful and I am so amazed by just how much he loves me and those around me as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2012, I am going to pray and believe that God will restore even more broken relationships, especially the ones between Leon and I and the rangers, as well as our exes. It's complicated but there's nothing God can't do. I'm going to have faith and believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing that I'm going to have faith that God will allow to be in 2012: Leon's family will accept me! I was so unworthy back at the start of this year, but now, because of Jesus' love I'd like to think I'm a changed girl (: He has loved me so much that His love should spill out of my life, I remember praying to God in AJTC that I want to love others with God's love, not my own. And indeed He has so much love for us that it must naturally shine out of Christians. I'm still working on it, but I've definitely felt a difference in myself. I'm happier and not so quick to judge others now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my point, in 2012 I pray in faith for these two things to happen: restoration and acceptance. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If my God created this world from scratch, He is that powerful and unimaginable that fixing and healing broken relationships are but nothing to Him! There have been so many lessons learnt this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot2A56ql29I/Tvq-lMtlKPI/AAAAAAAABz0/G1LE0R4vYQw/s1600/tumblr_lwte22Rl7q1qkou6ro1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ot2A56ql29I/Tvq-lMtlKPI/AAAAAAAABz0/G1LE0R4vYQw/s640/tumblr_lwte22Rl7q1qkou6ro1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FINALLY!! If you have bothered to read every single word up till here, I thank God for YOU. Thank you for caring about me in this past year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord. Thank You for loving me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy new year everyone! :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3511565941405750548?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3511565941405750548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3511565941405750548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3511565941405750548'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I remember tears streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When I said, I’ll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;When all those shadows almost killed your light&lt;br /&gt;I remember you said, Don’t leave me here alone&lt;br /&gt;But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I’ll be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare look out your window darling&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s on fire&lt;br /&gt;The war outside our door keeps raging on&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto this lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Even when the music’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going down&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No one can hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I’ll be safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Come morning light&lt;br /&gt;You and I’ll be safe and sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1415133479037605584?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1415133479037605584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1415133479037605584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1415133479037605584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1415133479037605584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/safe-sound.html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-8488685419457514479</id><published>2011-12-17T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:42:10.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years, 1 month and 8 days ago</title><content type='html'>I had an amazing dream last night. It was amazing in so many ways, and it terrified me in so many ways, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I was the one leaving him, not the other way around, and I saw the helpless way he looked at me when I left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I think finally understand how it feels to be the one who has leave someone who completes you, and not be the one being left behind. In reality I'm always the one being left, not the one leaving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was just a dream. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I finally understand what Pastor Joyce prophesied over me (at jtc when I was so heartbroken), when she declared that it wouldn't be a cycle anymore. That was two years back, and I only understand it now. Well that took long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata, off to get dressed for my first Christmas party xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, I keep getting amazed by God's timing. He knows what I want and timed everything the way it would benefit me!! Ah-mazing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-8488685419457514479?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/8488685419457514479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=8488685419457514479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8488685419457514479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8488685419457514479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-years-1-month-and-8-days-ago.html' title='2 years, 1 month and 8 days ago'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7581049742620452592</id><published>2011-12-15T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:10:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your letters: keeping me sane while you are away</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JcCmy61uvHs/TuoNrqgElYI/AAAAAAAAByA/SP6C236HNU0/s640/blogger-image-1442367282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JcCmy61uvHs/TuoNrqgElYI/AAAAAAAAByA/SP6C236HNU0/s640/blogger-image-1442367282.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7581049742620452592?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7581049742620452592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7581049742620452592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7581049742620452592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7581049742620452592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-letters-keeping-me-sane-whilst-you.html' title='Your letters: keeping me sane while you are away'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JcCmy61uvHs/TuoNrqgElYI/AAAAAAAAByA/SP6C236HNU0/s72-c/blogger-image-1442367282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1301532754911776991</id><published>2011-12-15T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T01:07:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ftPOXIV2yjQ/TujXtzBrcUI/AAAAAAAABx4/4aeg0ja7Dgs/s640/blogger-image--854695262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ftPOXIV2yjQ/TujXtzBrcUI/AAAAAAAABx4/4aeg0ja7Dgs/s640/blogger-image--854695262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1301532754911776991?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1301532754911776991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1301532754911776991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1301532754911776991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1301532754911776991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ftPOXIV2yjQ/TujXtzBrcUI/AAAAAAAABx4/4aeg0ja7Dgs/s72-c/blogger-image--854695262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-657281028669799432</id><published>2011-12-14T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:47:35.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I&amp;apos;ve fallen and I can&amp;apos;t get up</title><content type='html'>Okay I decided I've gone too long without a proper update on my blog so here goes, throwing the whole "hiatus" thing out the window as everyone has alr pretty much figured out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have to get off my chest, today, I found out that I cannot look at HC peepz' UK photos without feeling suffocated with jealousy so I had to force myself to stop after, like, 6 pictures. Haha it was totally cool when I was looking at scenic shots, until I started seeing my friends posing in front of rydal mount then I started feeling all sad and irritated so I just closed the tab. Hmm. Talking about it ain't easy either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get jealous really, really easily even when it comes to my friends and Leon, so that's definitely something I've got to work on. That said, there are boundaries to be drawn with members of the opposite sex when one is in a committed relationship, so I feel that when the other party starts getting jealous, that's a good indicator those boundaries are being knocked down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about jealous people (since we're on that topic now anyway) that turns me off is when I see other people trying to make their boyfriend/girlfriend jealous on purpose by flirting with others in order to make themselves feel wanted, or.. "loved". That's not cool and nobody should ever try that because it's immature and really dumb! It shows how insecure you are to the point that you need to resort to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough digressing. Updates about my life!! Just finished a pretty hectic term and I've just started on my mid-sem hols, which will be till after new years'. The past few days have been spent either at work or rehearsing for jazz band's upcoming concert, which I'm actually quite excited about. I hope there'll be enough tix for my friends. It's frustrating to have a band so big that you have to have a cap on the no of tix each person is entitled to.. Oh well. I'll be singing two songs, What A Difference A Day Made and The Way You Look Tonight. Ballad/bossa and swing!! Muahaha, wait till you guys hear the bossa version of what a difference a day made! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been rethinking where I should go after I get my diploma. Innit just like me to start thinking ahead and end up choosing and aiming where I want to go next? Well you cant blame me, planning is crucial.. But ultimately it's all in God's hands. So anyway, I've decided that my dream school would be Central School of Speech and Drama. One of the colleges of UOL. Ive been considering CSSD for awhile now, so a few months back, I actually ordered a copy of UOL's prospectus and they sent it to my place. Graduates from my current course get a year off (advanced standing) in their degree in drama, applied theatre and education course. So that's just two years to get my degree. Pity though, I've discussed with my parents and they don't think they can afford it. So it's either I aim for a scholarship, or think of plan B..... Which I actually have thought out! I'll just go ahead to get my degree in theatre studies in NUS FASS first, then go get my master's at CSSD (THAT my folks can afford). But all this will never come to be if I dont study hard and get a good GPA. I'm starting to have fears bout my GPA dropping. ): Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from band, work and fantasising about studying in the UK, I've been caught up otherwise too! My last last Sunday was spent at Bethel's gala lunch and it was so much fun seeing Sean and James again! They are SO gossipy, they're worse than girls. I've yet to upload photos tho.. :$ haha. Thanks again to Sean's mum for the treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I've another appointment with the urologist, but before that I'll be lunching at sushi tei with my mum, and after that we'll go do our hair YIPPEE. I haven't decided if I should curl it again. Hmmmmmmmm. Fridays work again, then after that there's cell! I'll probably spend Saturday getting a gift for the gift exchange, then head down to Bethel Tertiary's Christmas "party of the year" with le cell group. (: they're all gonna watch wicked in January but I'm giving it a miss since I've caught it in London hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaaaa belinda asked me to go for Dashboard's frontman's show in Feb. to go or not to go? I love dashboard but I don't love them enough to part with the money. I'm saving up! And I just shopped ... ): bought the loveliest dress though, heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE THING. For now my mind's made up about whether to go for JLTA next year and the answer is no. I know I've always looked forward to JSC (it's for JSC that I even endured JTC and AJTC for in the first place tbh) but i guess its YWAV mission trip for me then. DECISION'S NOT CAST IN STONE THOUGH....! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't worn my uniform in so long. But maybe rangers just doesn't have a place in my life anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x Janessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. surprisingly I'm not so whiney about not having seen Leon for about 1.5 weeks (1.5 more weeks to go ): ), maybe I'm getting accustomed to this army thing? I MISS YOU TO BITS LIONBOY!!!!! Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Christmas somehow always brings up this deeply buried hurt I've tried to forget, unsuccessfully, for the past 2 years. I hope you know that the way you broke my heart that Christmas morning will stay with me for a long, long time. Hopefully not forever, though. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-657281028669799432?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/657281028669799432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=657281028669799432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/657281028669799432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/657281028669799432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/tonight-i-fallen-and-i-can-get-up.html' title='Tonight I&amp;amp;apos;ve fallen and I can&amp;amp;apos;t get up'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1488333504391432890</id><published>2011-12-12T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:51:20.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You guide my dreams</title><content type='html'>He knows my pain, sees my tears, and listens to my cries. He knows my past and sees my future. He knows my feelings and reads all my thoughts. He knows my fears and guides my dreams.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he will return for me. He wants to give me a happy and abundant life, right now and for eternity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1488333504391432890?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1488333504391432890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1488333504391432890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1488333504391432890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1488333504391432890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-guide-my-dreams.html' title='You guide my dreams'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7805161773093158420</id><published>2011-12-11T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:55:58.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if the moon fell down tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your smile&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my heart beat fast&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it's much too soon to tell&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this will last&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I just always wanna have you right here by my side&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future's near but never certain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least stay here for just tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve you in my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you off my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would I even try? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz even when I close my eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you all the time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just always wanna have you right here by my side&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future's near but never certain &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stay here for just tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve you in my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the moon fell down tonight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'd be nothing to worry about at all &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you make the whole world shine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you're here everything will be alright&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve you in my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've done something right &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7805161773093158420?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7805161773093158420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7805161773093158420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7805161773093158420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7805161773093158420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-moon-fell-down-tonight.html' title='if the moon fell down tonight'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-257069215081533889</id><published>2011-12-07T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:51:05.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love is ours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33112677?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=3cb2bd" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretty much everything I'm feeling. I LOVE how pleasantly surprised I was by the last part because it made this song THAT much more relevant to me right now since Leon's in army! Watch from 3:17 onwards to catch my favourite part if you're too pressed for time to watch the entire thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It fits so much more because I feel like the character in the video right now, dogged, stuck in this routine of schooling and schoolwork. Well, life goes on. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-257069215081533889?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/257069215081533889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=257069215081533889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/257069215081533889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/257069215081533889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-love-is-ours.html' title='This love is ours'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-8152344773124727702</id><published>2011-11-22T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T01:12:39.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from all my social networking sites till this semester officially ends. I won't deactivate anything though, I'm just gonna force myself not to log in to anywhere, be it twitter, fb or tumblr for about a month from tonight onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there won't be any blog posts too... I think. Maybe I'll sneak a post or two on my secret website in the next month or so as Christmas arrives ;) the one that I've let out all my honest feelings and pain at since 09. If you know, then you know. If you cant remember then... too bad! Btw, I've deleted a lot of posts there. No point keeping those emotions from the past locked in words to remind me of what everything used to be like. It's good to be free! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jesus heals every single hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers xx&lt;br /&gt;Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. here's an old photo I really love to close up this year in case I really disappear from here till then!! Highly unlikely but I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dVpt1nS2VJ0/TsqGhitT44I/AAAAAAAABxw/D708mJnIY88/s640/blogger-image--1160001662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dVpt1nS2VJ0/TsqGhitT44I/AAAAAAAABxw/D708mJnIY88/s640/blogger-image--1160001662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-8152344773124727702?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/8152344773124727702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=8152344773124727702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8152344773124727702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8152344773124727702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/taking-break-from-all-my-social.html' title='Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dVpt1nS2VJ0/TsqGhitT44I/AAAAAAAABxw/D708mJnIY88/s72-c/blogger-image--1160001662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-739333191466796363</id><published>2011-11-21T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T09:36:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great is Thy Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>I'm like so late for school but I felt this overwhelming urge to blog..!!!! This urge might have stemmed out of trolling others' blogs and feeling somewhat irritated about the fact that there are so few updates. So I ended up wondering if anyone felt that way about my blog? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck in a kind of "routine" (as Ps How would describe it) this few weeks, and somehow have started dreading school a lot, I'm not sure if it's due to the fact that I'm alr in "holiday mood" ): and reading all the tweets from my HC friends about UK is really not helping. And mingao just jetted off to London ytd! It's depressive! Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "Great is Thy Faithfulness" was stuck in my head since yest morning aft service, and I just feel so guilty for always forsaking God and His faithfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm sorry I really want to stop this, and break out of this cycle of always falling into sin again and again and again. Please forgive us ): &lt;/3 it's been a whole year and I've just been saying the same thing and stuck in the same cycle from last year until now. Idk what to do alr. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-739333191466796363?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/739333191466796363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=739333191466796363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/739333191466796363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/739333191466796363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-like-so-late-for-school-but-i-felt.html' title='Great is Thy Faithfulness'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5485586156619840698</id><published>2011-11-19T19:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T19:02:22.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS</title><content type='html'>This is my absolute favourite section of the park (USS)! The vintage New York alley that leads all the way to along the lake. It's amazing and also not very crowded (: awesome section! it's where I snapped most of my photos the last time I came in as a guest (:&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y3nOkKcK_wA/TseMu4LPJDI/AAAAAAAABxo/4eE7X3eSEzE/s640/blogger-image--1481310378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y3nOkKcK_wA/TseMu4LPJDI/AAAAAAAABxo/4eE7X3eSEzE/s640/blogger-image--1481310378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5485586156619840698?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5485586156619840698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5485586156619840698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5485586156619840698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5485586156619840698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-my-absolute-favourite-section.html' title='USS'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Y3nOkKcK_wA/TseMu4LPJDI/AAAAAAAABxo/4eE7X3eSEzE/s72-c/blogger-image--1481310378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5635721048345696623</id><published>2011-11-17T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T21:17:34.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST TOOK THE NEW TRANSFORMER RIDE PREVIEW FOR STAFF AND I NEVER SAT A BETTER RIDE BEFORE IT IS MEGA FUN MEGA MEGA MEGA FUN OMG OMG OMG AGGHH I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5635721048345696623?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5635721048345696623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5635721048345696623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5635721048345696623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5635721048345696623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-took-new-transformer-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7115814692683210797</id><published>2011-11-16T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T22:34:33.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>How is it even within the realm of possibility that I can mess up again and again and again and again and again and again and again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7115814692683210797?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7115814692683210797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7115814692683210797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7115814692683210797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7115814692683210797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-is-it-even-within-realm-of.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6948272069768571895</id><published>2011-11-15T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:53:07.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5+1</title><content type='html'>Found this in my email, Leon sent this to me about a year back, in Dec 2010 (: I love how he added the last part! Have a good read everyone. Wise words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 5 Keys To A Successful Relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a successful relationship takes work from both partners. Great relationships don’t always come easy. If you find the right partner, that’s half the battle. But, no matter how long you’re with that person, you have to continuously work on your relationship and try to find ways you can improve it. The following are 5 keys to a successful relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Communication- I can’t stress the importance of communication enough. If you aren’t able to open up and talk about things, than you don’t have a solid relationship. When people have things on their mind and let them go without discussing it, it usually manifests itself elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example if something your partner said hurt your feelings and you don’t talk about it, you might find yourself getting annoyed at everything they do. You may start nitpicking at them. In reality it’s not those little things bothering you but what they said that hurt your feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without communication, many of us hold a grudge. Holding a grudge is definitely not productive for a relationship. One important rule about communications is to talk in a respectful manner. Just spewing out whatever is on your mind in any tone of voice is not communication. Talking is great but if you don’t do it with respect, it’s pointless. Also remember to not only talk about things but to be a good listener too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honesty- Being honest and not lying is crucial to a good relationship. Even “white lies” are not healthy for a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust-If you can’t trust your partner, than there’s a problem. You know you’re in a good relationship when you don’t worry about your partner cheating on you. Those thoughts aren’t on your mind at all. You never worry when your partner is working late. If you find that you’re becoming suspicious of your partner, than that’s not a good sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Respect- A healthy relationship has a key element of mutual respect for one another. Its okay to disagree but you must respect each others opinions and differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dependability- It is important to have dependability in a relationship. Having a partner that is dependable and reliable will give you a great sense of security within the relationship.  When times are tough and you hit rocky patches in your life it is important to know that somebody will be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. it's not stated here, but the most important point is both of our relationships with God. without God, we will not last, trust me. pray together, for one another, strengthening each other's faith. commit every little thing we do unto Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much asteria. (: "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6948272069768571895?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6948272069768571895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6948272069768571895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6948272069768571895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6948272069768571895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/found-this-in-my-email-leon-sent-this.html' title='5+1'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3632774706578908223</id><published>2011-11-15T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T01:26:23.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide, adelaide</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's really difficult to decide on the next course of action. It's so tough having to make decisions, and it's even more so when you're an indecisive person like me. One minute something appeals to me, the next, I'm distracted and pursuing something else. It's tough to really decide what to do with my life. Yea, haha all this coming from someone who made a pretty big decision herself at the start of this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm all for God's plan for my life, and submitting myself to his perfect will for me. But I don't think that's an excuse to not plan ahead. If you don't plan your life and commit these plans to God, how are you going to move forward? The importance of planning ahead and pursuing an ambition is often overlooked by young people like myself. Since I alr know &amp; recognise importance of planning ahead, I should really have this whole huge plan drawn up for myself alr, shouldnt I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucky thing is, nope I have no idea what I want to do. I mean, yes, it's either Applied Drama or Psychology, but which?! And what are the values I am going to base my decision on? I don't believe it's too early for me to think about things like this because if I have a goal, then I would work towards it and it's better motivation for me overall. If I'm going to do what I prefer between the two, it's applied drama, but if I'm gonna go for something feasible/practical/sensible, I'd go for psychology and aim to be an industrial psychologist because thats cool. I have these secret dreams of working in a huge MNC and this domineering and sexy office lady type of person. HAHA well that said, between that and being a homemaker/stay-at-home mum with lots of children, I'd still choose the latter. I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people plan because they want to know what's ahead of them and live their live all carefully planned out. Man, that ain't  living at all. And life isn't always gonna go according to plan. That's not why I think people should plan. It's more of a guideline and a general sense of direction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So undecided ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh nights folks long day in school tomorrow x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Leon sounded so sian on the phone earlier tonight and that made me sad ): and he's most likely going outfield on the 5th of dec, which means he cant come for the bethel tertiary Christmas party w me. Double ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES ON, YEA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3632774706578908223?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3632774706578908223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3632774706578908223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3632774706578908223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3632774706578908223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/adelaide-adelaide.html' title='Adelaide, adelaide'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2389028940653673774</id><published>2011-11-12T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T01:44:19.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I love</title><content type='html'>Your smile's stuck in my head. I just can't wait to see you again. Ugh! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2389028940653673774?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2389028940653673774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2389028940653673774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2389028940653673774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2389028940653673774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-think-i-love.html' title='I think I love'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7960678268113578251</id><published>2011-11-11T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:54:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making my blog less boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZUcgyQuM8/Trwd6idmBOI/AAAAAAAABxg/wpVVoYQZK_Q/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZUcgyQuM8/Trwd6idmBOI/AAAAAAAABxg/wpVVoYQZK_Q/s320/photo+%25282%2529.PNG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7960678268113578251?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7960678268113578251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7960678268113578251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7960678268113578251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7960678268113578251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/making-my-blog-less-boring.html' title='Making my blog less boring!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u4ZUcgyQuM8/Trwd6idmBOI/AAAAAAAABxg/wpVVoYQZK_Q/s72-c/photo+%25282%2529.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1291109365990172135</id><published>2011-11-11T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T02:30:22.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really bad day today, in a different way from usual bad days, because I just stayed home the whole day. I was having this hugeass migraine that probably was because I slept with wet hair last night. I ended up skipping school (there was only one 2 hour tutorial anyway) and spent the whole day sleeping. I had a nightmare while sleeping! Haha my headache lasted like... from 9 in the morning till about 7pm? And I was just drifting in and out of consciousness, I think it was my painkillers, they make me really sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so it was such a slack day and I didn't accomplish anything except buying a sheet of Cath Kidston iphone button stickers. They were so pretty I just had to have them! I almost bought a hello kitty iphone case on taobao which on hindsight i should have just gotten because my dad was getting which meant I wouldn't be spending any money outta my own pocket heehee.. Ah well I don't need it. I've been thinking of upgrading to ios 5 anyway, since I'm getting sick of my phone in it's current state. What does anyone think, is it a good idea? (my phone's jailbroken). Haha which reminds me, I tried Ms Wee's iphone 4s, siri kinda sucks. If I really were to buy an iphone 4s, I would get the Brit version. Why would I stoop so low as to emulate an American accent just to get the phone to understand me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I actually wanted to blog about contentment and ended up rambling so much about everything else \: Since like forever, I've always tried to make myself seem better and cooler at everything I do, like I just wanted to be a part of every&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;crowd, and I wanted to be this person whom everyone knew, or knew someone who knew etc. You get the idea. Sadly enough, I'm not that person and probably never will be. It doesn't stop me from still having that supremely juvenile desire to fit in with the right crowd, and stand out at the same time. How paradoxical - how am I supposed to fit in and stand out at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, point is that I'm not content and happy with who I am now (in the bad way not the good way, because I'm not content for all the wrong reasons), and I realised that I have a very worldly view of what I want to become. It's ridiculous now that I'm actually seriously contemplating it. I should be discontent with what I am, yes, but not because of the stupid reasons I listed above. I should be discontent because I'm not at a point where I'm Christ-like in my living and being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really want to be a better girl. I want to be a "proper" Christian (whatever that means), and not some havoc person who doesn't give two hoots about really living for God. I want to be like a healthy fruit tree, only producing and bearing good fruit. I'm done with all the bad stuff. Don't wanna bear bad fruit like&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sexual immorality, drunkenness, greed, hatred,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;unforgiveness&lt;/i&gt;. I truly wanna be a better person inside out, also for Leon (: I'm this tyrannical bitch all the time and I don't know how he can stand me but he does. Most people treat their family the worst, surprisingly enough, I treat my boyfriend way worse than I treat anyone else I know, including my family. I'm so thankful to God that Leon's still with me despite everything and how crazy I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end this rather abruptly with a verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:11-12 (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, I'm really horrible. I just hacked into my dad's email to send an email to my uncle to ask him to get the hello kitty iphone case for me. WELL I JUST COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.......................... I REALLY HOPE I GET IT! So sick of all my useless covers ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Nessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. still thinking about the super cute photo/note Leon mailed me from camp! I uploaded a pic on my twitter timeline/facebook wall go and see, you get to see him bald &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. love the latest himym ep! xxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1291109365990172135?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1291109365990172135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1291109365990172135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1291109365990172135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1291109365990172135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2269127468808440750</id><published>2011-11-09T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:32:21.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Inspiration</title><content type='html'>"In chapter 12 of Paul’s letter to the Romans, you find the practical action plan for how to live and be. All of it’s applicable to you. Offer back to God the best of what He has put in you and your lives individually and collectively become a living sacrifice and a holy act of worship. It’s a beautiful thing and the consequences are eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul instructs us how to live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Submit everything. (Vs. 1,2)&lt;br /&gt;Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering&lt;br /&gt;Embrace what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him&lt;br /&gt;Don’t become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking&lt;br /&gt;Fix your attention on God. You’ll be changed from the inside out.&lt;br /&gt;Readily recognize what He wants from you, and quickly respond to it&lt;br /&gt;2.  Celebrate the gifts in others. (Vs. 5,6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ’s body, let’s just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Give your gifts. (Vs.6-8)&lt;br /&gt;If you preach, just preach God’s Message, nothing else&lt;br /&gt;If you help, just help, don’t take over&lt;br /&gt;If you teach, stick to your teaching&lt;br /&gt;If you give encouraging guidance, be careful that you don’t get bossy&lt;br /&gt;If you’re put in charge, don’t manipulate&lt;br /&gt;If you’re called to give aid to people in distress, keep your eyes open and be quick to respond&lt;br /&gt;If you work with the disadvantaged, don’t let yourself get irritated with them or depressed by them. Keep a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Keep it real. (Vs. 9,10)&lt;br /&gt;Love from the center of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fake it&lt;br /&gt;Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good&lt;br /&gt;Be good friends who love deeply&lt;br /&gt;Practice playing second fiddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Find His pace. (Vs. 11-13)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t burn out&lt;br /&gt;Keep yourselves fueled and aflame&lt;br /&gt;Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant&lt;br /&gt;Don’t quit in hard times&lt;br /&gt;Pray all the harder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Create harmony. 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font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;At what point, exactly, do I stop forgiving and simply walk away from everything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4589608245912025901?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4589608245912025901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4589608245912025901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4589608245912025901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4589608245912025901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/stronger-than-this.html' title='Stronger than this'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5844462991980103464</id><published>2011-11-07T02:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T02:54:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11A10</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's not easy looking through my hwachong friends' facebook profiles, makes me wonder if I chose the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about my course and what I'm studying right now, I know I'm meant to be here. Somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5844462991980103464?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5844462991980103464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5844462991980103464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5844462991980103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5844462991980103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/11a10.html' title='11A10'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4254418637304277543</id><published>2011-11-07T01:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:43:50.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistletoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQiuKrY50Ic/TrbFmKxLFEI/AAAAAAAABvo/07AvkAzMz8I/s1600/christmas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQiuKrY50Ic/TrbFmKxLFEI/AAAAAAAABvo/07AvkAzMz8I/s320/christmas1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QU5x2iUyMPo/TrbFmwduYZI/AAAAAAAABvs/xHgHT6XO_L4/s1600/christmas2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QU5x2iUyMPo/TrbFmwduYZI/AAAAAAAABvs/xHgHT6XO_L4/s320/christmas2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC8QEWiUnPo/TrbFoFSe0GI/AAAAAAAABv4/pTpMKsN1pLw/s1600/christmas3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC8QEWiUnPo/TrbFoFSe0GI/AAAAAAAABv4/pTpMKsN1pLw/s320/christmas3.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep I'm silly cause I'm really excited for Christmas already! I'm gonna start saving up/making Christmas lists soooon maybe in week 6/7 of this semester teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems like it's gonna fly by so fast when you count in weeks, because sometimes, the weeks really seem to go so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so happy I finally forced myself to sit down and do my essay. Decided to do my essay on Dorothy Heathcote, and I found this amazing pdf file book about her. Thank You God! And I didn't finish my essay, but I already did up the detailed outline and it should be no trouble at all just writing it out in prose and elaborating on my main points. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm what other school work do I have? Meeting up w Sha to finish my quantitative research presentation tmrw, &amp;amp; my gen ed individual presentation is next next week. I really need to buck up and get an A for gen ed man, I cant afford anymore Bs! &amp;gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great weekend and I am really looking forward to the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When am I gonna have enough self-control to save enough to go to England again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;Janessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;(I totally love the bald Leon, my Mr. Carpet Head!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4254418637304277543?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4254418637304277543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4254418637304277543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4254418637304277543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4254418637304277543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistletoe.html' title='mistletoe'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CQiuKrY50Ic/TrbFmKxLFEI/AAAAAAAABvo/07AvkAzMz8I/s72-c/christmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6721235369039267883</id><published>2011-11-03T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:50:34.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing for me</title><content type='html'>The basis of everything I do should be LOVE. I don't see love in any of my actions, I don't see Jesus in the way I act and the things I say. This is so difficult. I really really really want to be a better example of Gods love and awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Leon's enlisting, kerrie's text offering to arrange w Uncle Sandy if I wanted to send Leon in really touched me. It really makes me feel so stupid about all the things I did and said last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being on the receiving end of forgiveness is experiencing God's perfect grace through another person, that's amazing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6721235369039267883?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6721235369039267883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6721235369039267883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6721235369039267883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6721235369039267883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-for-me.html' title='Nothing for me'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4480153044207786634</id><published>2011-11-01T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T14:56:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carousel</title><content type='html'>Always a special month, the last leg of the year. HOW does time fly so fast? Last year this time I was being excited about England ): &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRhwtbT8v4/Tq-YFFaHzDI/AAAAAAAABuw/kj7EEjlHcpw/s640/blogger-image--1204587731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRhwtbT8v4/Tq-YFFaHzDI/AAAAAAAABuw/kj7EEjlHcpw/s640/blogger-image--1204587731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iT1f_XV4YTI/Tq-YFtTCrEI/AAAAAAAABu4/obxc4KzFrKw/s640/blogger-image--1894379910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iT1f_XV4YTI/Tq-YFtTCrEI/AAAAAAAABu4/obxc4KzFrKw/s640/blogger-image--1894379910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4480153044207786634?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4480153044207786634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4480153044207786634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4480153044207786634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4480153044207786634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/11/carousel.html' title='Carousel'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5pRhwtbT8v4/Tq-YFFaHzDI/AAAAAAAABuw/kj7EEjlHcpw/s72-c/blogger-image--1204587731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-783379389878955682</id><published>2011-10-31T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:21:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2OJ4QbbXoXA/Tq4iPjImxGI/AAAAAAAABuo/FUQ8dV0RkSM/s640/blogger-image--2030922458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2OJ4QbbXoXA/Tq4iPjImxGI/AAAAAAAABuo/FUQ8dV0RkSM/s640/blogger-image--2030922458.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-783379389878955682?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/783379389878955682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=783379389878955682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/783379389878955682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/783379389878955682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2OJ4QbbXoXA/Tq4iPjImxGI/AAAAAAAABuo/FUQ8dV0RkSM/s72-c/blogger-image--2030922458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2768042852161498540</id><published>2011-10-30T02:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T02:45:36.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year!!</title><content type='html'>Happy happy happy anniversary to my boyfriend Leon Lee!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to function n post properly now I'll post tmr! But I needa say this : THANK YOU FOR THAT TIFFANY &amp; CO RING IT IS CUTE I LOVE IT MUACK MUACK MUACKS every girl's dream ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if u read my tumblr (lovehold) alr I'm more sure than ever about that concocted fairytale bs now rofl rofl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall sleep a happy girl w a ring on my finger from an awesome boyfriend tonight NIGHT NIGHT x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2768042852161498540?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2768042852161498540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2768042852161498540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2768042852161498540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2768042852161498540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-year.html' title='1 year!!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4400655972506388107</id><published>2011-10-28T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:35:00.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>modern family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Jamie cullum!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AoeKLYP7Ekk/TqOZdMU4d0I/AAAAAAAABtw/iqYuZJb4odE/s640/blogger-image-2002739209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AoeKLYP7Ekk/TqOZdMU4d0I/AAAAAAAABtw/iqYuZJb4odE/s640/blogger-image-2002739209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xTQYU499DIo/TqOZdm0W6wI/AAAAAAAABt4/-mUjca6jv90/s640/blogger-image--186366464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xTQYU499DIo/TqOZdm0W6wI/AAAAAAAABt4/-mUjca6jv90/s640/blogger-image--186366464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UKEwbXBbpow/TqOZd3EuS9I/AAAAAAAABuA/y0oFeuOlJoU/s640/blogger-image--107109995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UKEwbXBbpow/TqOZd3EuS9I/AAAAAAAABuA/y0oFeuOlJoU/s640/blogger-image--107109995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M2AD08boP1k/TqOZeWsVECI/AAAAAAAABuI/TSDayMLu7Tw/s640/blogger-image--306299116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M2AD08boP1k/TqOZeWsVECI/AAAAAAAABuI/TSDayMLu7Tw/s640/blogger-image--306299116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5450563627246394250?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5450563627246394250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5450563627246394250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5450563627246394250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5450563627246394250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-no-one-can-bother-me.html' title='Where no one can bother me'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AoeKLYP7Ekk/TqOZdMU4d0I/AAAAAAAABtw/iqYuZJb4odE/s72-c/blogger-image-2002739209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7773721322299623251</id><published>2011-10-20T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T02:24:43.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Differences</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't properly updated this space and it's always just a few lines now and then, but school has only just started for 3 days and I'm already feeling overwhelmed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 week holiday left me so comfortable that I almost forgot I had school. I really need to pick up my pace if I'm aiming for this 4.0! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to devised drama this semester! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please please give me good groupmates for this sem ): &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7773721322299623251?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7773721322299623251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7773721322299623251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7773721322299623251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aWJOJ1hT1wY/Tp2p08svnRI/AAAAAAAABtI/UybMKbcF_Hk/s72-c/blogger-image-675989639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4639807709474312182</id><published>2011-10-18T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:22:30.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I gonna do</title><content type='html'>With N, when I cried myself to sleep at night I would ask God to give him to me so I wouldn't have to feel this way, but now with you, I'm praying for God to take away these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done hearing all your nasty words. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4639807709474312182?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4639807709474312182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4639807709474312182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4639807709474312182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4639807709474312182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-am-i-gonna-do.html' title='What am I gonna do'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3239364379656455030</id><published>2011-10-16T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:02:18.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God of this city</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;You're the God of this city&lt;br /&gt;You're the King of these people&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lord of this nation&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope to the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You're the peace to the restless&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is no one like our God&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like You God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lord of creation&lt;br /&gt;The creator of all things&lt;br /&gt;You're the King above all kings&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You're the strength in the weakness&lt;br /&gt;You are love to the broken&lt;br /&gt;You're the joy in the sadness&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there is no one like our God&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like You God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;Where glory shines from hearts alive&lt;br /&gt;With praise for You and love for You in this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is no one like You God&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like You God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;Where glory shines from hearts alive&lt;br /&gt;With praise for You and love for You in this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;Greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done here&lt;br /&gt;Still to be done here, still to be done here&lt;br /&gt;Still to be done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3239364379656455030?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6645425291974784215</id><published>2011-10-12T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:17:12.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Poison oak, some boyhood bravery&lt;br /&gt;When a telephone was a tin can on a string&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep with you still talking to me&lt;br /&gt;You said you weren't afraid to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In polaroids you were dressed in women's clothes&lt;br /&gt;Were you made ashamed, why'd you lock them in a drawer?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I ever loved you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than when you turned away&lt;br /&gt;When you slammed the door&lt;br /&gt;When you stole the car&lt;br /&gt;And drove towards Mexico&lt;br /&gt;And you wrote bad checks&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill your arm&lt;br /&gt;I was young enough, I still believed in war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let the poets cry themselves to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And all their tearful words will turn back into steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But me I'm a single cell&lt;br /&gt;On a serpents tongue&lt;br /&gt;There's a muddy field where a garden was&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you got away&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still stuck out here&lt;br /&gt;My clothes are soaking wet&lt;br /&gt;From your brother's tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought this life was possible&lt;br /&gt;You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of paralysis&lt;br /&gt;I was a statuette&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm drunk as hell on a piano bench&lt;br /&gt;And when I press the keys&lt;br /&gt;It all gets reversed&lt;br /&gt;The sound of loneliness makes me happier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4861574587738610606</id><published>2011-10-11T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T03:24:20.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"if only you could see me now, how broken I am"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4861574587738610606?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4861574587738610606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4861574587738610606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29422519?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ef037f" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any idiot who knows me would know that I've been in love with Nathan Hartono (teehee) for a good 6-7 years now, since I was in primary school and had a major crush on him. Thankfully that has evolved into something more of a respect for him as an artiste in his own right.. seeing as I'm not that prepubescent awkward 11 year-old anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went for his concert in 2008 with Xing Ying @ esplanade and I thoroughly enjoyed myself there. He has inspired me on so many levels, and it was actually he who inspired me to become a jazz singer and join my school's jazz band as a vocalist. I'm incredibly excited to explore jazz now as I know so little, and its amazing to think that Nathan Hartono's the spark that set me off on this awesome journey towards exploring jazz as a genre! Although he doesn't really do jazz anymore, and writes his own acoustic music/does covers (right here on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/nathanhartono91"&gt;his youtube channel!&lt;/a&gt;), I still think he's awesome. He's such a talented musician, and I am waaaay glad that he won that teenage mag competition all those years ago that led him to where he is today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He isn't just an incredibly good musician and vocalist, this guy is AMAZING at drawing. I've blogged about this before, I think, his typography is just SICK. And I love just scrolling through the facebook album he has on all his doodles, they are, simply put, lovely. In fact just this morning I retweeted a Steve Jobs "tribute" he drew and tweeted. Here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Op5DuKxBe0Q/TpKVUjZucPI/AAAAAAAABtE/pBnSFAMwxp0/s1600/dd0la.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Op5DuKxBe0Q/TpKVUjZucPI/AAAAAAAABtE/pBnSFAMwxp0/s320/dd0la.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;See?! Look at that pretty simple drawing, talented on SO many levels. Not to mention, he's good-looking to boot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright enough fangirling from me, I'm off to listen the concert recording of his version of "You Make Me Feel So Young", looking forward to trying it out with my band! Jazz band camp tmr I am egggcited (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would die to get a chance to meet this guy properly actually, although I really don't know what else I'd say to him other than, "you're awesome", "I love you" and maybe I'll manage to stutter out a "can you sing to me?", or "can you draw something for me?". Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heh! :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nessa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6384452961395185881?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6384452961395185881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6384452961395185881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6384452961395185881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6384452961395185881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-me-sing.html' title='Let me sing!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Op5DuKxBe0Q/TpKVUjZucPI/AAAAAAAABtE/pBnSFAMwxp0/s72-c/dd0la.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-780113648357302753</id><published>2011-10-09T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:44:45.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CBLUro9myHY?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is it Lord that you want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I am not seeing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What in my ignorant prayers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I failing to say?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never before have I questioned the truth of your being&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never once have I dared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never until today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of a tremble&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stand on the edge of confusion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who is to save me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If into the darkness I fall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I need more than ever my God to be near me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you hear when I call?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you there after all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to be there, you have to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life I have placed in thy keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And without you I am drifting on a dark and stormy sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to be there, you have to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you I’d drown in the deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too far, too far from land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waters drag me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I reach for your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when I die will throw open his arms to receive me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who will forgive me and take me and show me his face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I go to my rest, who will watch me and wake me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When my time comes at last, will you grant me your grace?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so small of this Earth, I am nothing without you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daring to doubt you at all turns a knife in my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little by little I’m losing my way in the shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am losing my hope and the world falls apart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You do have to be there, you have to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life I have placed in thy keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And without you I am drifting on a dark and stormy sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to be there, you have to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you I’d drown in the deep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too far, too far from land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waters drag me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I reach for your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to be there, you have to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too far, too far from land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The waters drag me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I reach for your hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-780113648357302753?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/780113648357302753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=780113648357302753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/780113648357302753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/780113648357302753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-have-to-be-there.html' title='You have to be there'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CBLUro9myHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-242593013925600587</id><published>2011-10-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T23:25:31.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pour the champagne, pour the champagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kEXGzjFIF0/TpG4obU1mHI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR0JeWU4eww/s1600/collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="104" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kEXGzjFIF0/TpG4obU1mHI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR0JeWU4eww/s640/collage.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leon my sk8er b0i totally working those hot abs! Lul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was so good meeting up with my girls Lisse, Mel &amp;amp; Gracia yesterday, and attending YWAV too! Missed them loads and it feels good, feeling like nothing's changed despite the fact that I dont meet up with them very often. Hopefully that changes, and we meet up more often (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got a pretty union jack ring from Elisse as a belated birthday present, Melinda got an owl and Gracia got a cupcake! Elisse got herself an owl too. All the rings are so pretty ^^ Just like them all. And I was so excited about the circle line's opening I forced them to meet me at Holland V! So I took a mere 4 min ride from one north (which I can walk to, and is currently the nearest mrt to my house, imo! about a 1+km away from my place?) to hv, being excited like a lil' girl!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm currently sewing felt/fabric brooches for them hehheh. They dont look so good but its the thought that counts innit? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I was feeling feverish and queasy for work today so I gave it a miss and the rest was really worth it. I miss work already!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To audition to perform for Athena fac outing or not? ): Cant decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bye guys x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-242593013925600587?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/242593013925600587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=242593013925600587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/242593013925600587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/242593013925600587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/pour-champagne-pour-champagne.html' title='pour the champagne, pour the champagne'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kEXGzjFIF0/TpG4obU1mHI/AAAAAAAABtA/ZR0JeWU4eww/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-229480549815534483</id><published>2011-10-08T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T12:25:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely person would look lovely &lt;3</title><content type='html'>“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”&lt;br /&gt;—	 Roald Dahl (via petrifaction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, London has just been calling out to me nonstop recently. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ccEWekbmjl4/To_QwGrzGuI/AAAAAAAABs8/ZzzWeX-L7u0/s640/blogger-image--1612352356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ccEWekbmjl4/To_QwGrzGuI/AAAAAAAABs8/ZzzWeX-L7u0/s640/blogger-image--1612352356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-229480549815534483?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/229480549815534483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=229480549815534483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/229480549815534483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/229480549815534483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/lovely-person-would-look-lovely.html' title='A lovely person would look lovely &amp;lt;3'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ccEWekbmjl4/To_QwGrzGuI/AAAAAAAABs8/ZzzWeX-L7u0/s72-c/blogger-image--1612352356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-347316994004399954</id><published>2011-10-07T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:53:55.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, and here tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve your heart out yourself &lt;br /&gt;Hopelessness is your cell &lt;br /&gt;Since you've drawn out these lines &lt;br /&gt;Are you protected from trying times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has &lt;br /&gt;Lord it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all &lt;br /&gt;Oh look now, there you go with hope again &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig a ditch deep enough &lt;br /&gt;To keep you clear of the sun &lt;br /&gt;You've been burned more than once &lt;br /&gt;You don't think much of trust &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it takes a silly girl to lie about the dreams she has &lt;br /&gt;Lord it takes a lonely one to wish that she had never dreamt at all &lt;br /&gt;Oh look now, there you go with hope again &lt;br /&gt;But I'll be sure your secret is safe with me &lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're so sure I'll be leaving in the end &lt;br /&gt;Treating me like I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not, I will stay where you are always &lt;br /&gt;I will stay, I will stay, I will stay &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-347316994004399954?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/347316994004399954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=347316994004399954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/347316994004399954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/347316994004399954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-and-here-tomorrow.html' title='Today, and here tomorrow'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3637405842401098701</id><published>2011-10-07T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T10:02:54.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool!</title><content type='html'>Trying out the blogger app on my iphone (finally!!!!!!!) and it's not very user-friendly. Dont quite know how to use it yet but I think I'll get the hang of it soon lolol hear me prattling on like a weird tech-noobie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my uncles company now, helping him to pack &amp; shift offices...... Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I tried to upload pictures it doesn't show me where they will come out....? Whatever! Leon surprised me yesterday morning when I was still in bed, he waltzed in happily with a caramel macchiato! I felt so loved teehee (: &lt;3 can't wait for our anniversary in 3 weeks!! It's slightly scary that a year has flown by yet at the same time I'm excited for all the things to come in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remembering to ask myself WWJD sounds so difficult but it's really so TOUGH!      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go to either Europe or Japan or the States(!!!!!!) sometime in the next year w Leon! I hope army doesn't get in the way.... Ok bye-bye everyone xxxx&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1asa9siZm3g/To5doxhY0YI/AAAAAAAABss/v8MFZe9oMgY/s640/blogger-image-717501001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1asa9siZm3g/To5doxhY0YI/AAAAAAAABss/v8MFZe9oMgY/s640/blogger-image-717501001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6LVScuaHYYA/To5dqnXbrrI/AAAAAAAABsw/poalFE6G3c0/s640/blogger-image--873318183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6LVScuaHYYA/To5dqnXbrrI/AAAAAAAABsw/poalFE6G3c0/s640/blogger-image--873318183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_n3bM_q_HHo/To5dzWrCcyI/AAAAAAAABs4/9HdX_rV-81w/s640/blogger-image--1019562953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_n3bM_q_HHo/To5dzWrCcyI/AAAAAAAABs4/9HdX_rV-81w/s640/blogger-image--1019562953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3637405842401098701?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3637405842401098701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3637405842401098701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3637405842401098701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3637405842401098701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/pool.html' title='Pool!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1asa9siZm3g/To5doxhY0YI/AAAAAAAABss/v8MFZe9oMgY/s72-c/blogger-image-717501001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7399043347092958197</id><published>2011-10-04T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:28:41.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kALSETZ9ngk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7399043347092958197?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7399043347092958197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7399043347092958197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7399043347092958197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7399043347092958197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-kiss.html' title='last kiss'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kALSETZ9ngk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3695770014850186989</id><published>2011-10-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:21:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XwIbTBHXp8/TonfybmV6YI/AAAAAAAABsg/nFebWGxDA5E/s1600/exodus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XwIbTBHXp8/TonfybmV6YI/AAAAAAAABsg/nFebWGxDA5E/s320/exodus.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ssRxJwFE9g/TonfzSOMHbI/AAAAAAAABsk/Y3oSXie2apc/s1600/tumblr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ssRxJwFE9g/TonfzSOMHbI/AAAAAAAABsk/Y3oSXie2apc/s320/tumblr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;The book is your Creator’s love letter to you—a roadmap, a bill of rights, a floodlight, fire escape, and the pre-purchased ticket for your safe passage back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;And all those questions you have? They’re all answered—in the book.&amp;nbsp;Take a look:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I make this tough decision? Read Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I let go of this grudge? Read Mark 11:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I’m anxious about my test results. Read Isaiah 26:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I control my mean spirit? Read James 3:1-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I deal with all this unfairness? Read Colossians 3:12-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I’m afraid. Read Psalm 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I really want revenge. Read Romans 12:17-21, 1 Samuel 17:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Can my marriage be saved? Read Matthew 19:26, James 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I feel lonely, excluded, abandoned. Read Psalm 139&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I’m broken, can I really be fixed? Romans 8:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How can I control my thoughts? Read 2 Cor. 10:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Will God really forgive that? Read 1 John 1:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;What do I do with this incredible burden? Read Matthew 11:25-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;What’s with all the mean people? Read Romans 5: 3-5, John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I manage this pressure? Read Psalm 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I cope with financial problems? Read Psalm 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Will I ever feel ‘good enough?’ Read Romans 8:31-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Where do I get wisdom? Read James 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I get more faith? Read Mark 9:23-24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I’m terrified to do this! Read Joshua 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I lack love and compassion. Read I Corinthians 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I’m deep in grief. Read&amp;nbsp;Psalm 34:18,&amp;nbsp;Romans 14:9,&amp;nbsp;Psalm 30:11-12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: disc; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;What’s my purpose in life? Read John 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I face this illness? Read James 5:14-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I find hope for the future? Read Psalm 126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;How do I break this sin and addiction? Read Romans 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 30px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Help, I need a serious kick in the pants! Read Hebrews 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Relax. Just do better today than you did yesterday. And don’t let anything keep you from seeking God for every detail of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You aren’t so different from Peter—brash and impulsive and deeply loved by Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;And you kind of resemble Jeremiah—used by God even though he felt ‘less than.’&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got some David in you too—fired up and faithful but blowing it from time to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Everything is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;God loves them. He loves you too.&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are no shortcuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It’s time to open the book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #222222; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOD YOU HAVE NEVER FAILED ME AND NEVER WILL. IM SORRY FOR BEING A BRAT AND A BITCH AND ALWAYS DISOBEYING YOU TODAY I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING THAT I DONT NEED. ALL THE BURDEN AND NEGATIVE STUFFS. ALL YOURS. ALL GONE. THANK YOU. AMEN. I LOVE YOU FOR NEVER LEAVING ME, AND I LOVE YOU FOR LETTNG ME KNOW THAT YOU NEVER WILL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Open Sans', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 300; line-height: 30px; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. God, I know you read the previous prayer already ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3695770014850186989?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3695770014850186989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3695770014850186989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3695770014850186989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3695770014850186989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/surrounded.html' title='Surrounded'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9XwIbTBHXp8/TonfybmV6YI/AAAAAAAABsg/nFebWGxDA5E/s72-c/exodus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6231832005125444526</id><published>2011-10-03T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:03:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schmuck</title><content type='html'>Cant undertand why she would say that the schmuck didn't appreciate her one bit, as though she expected him to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, when I think of you, I don't feel angry or disgust or anything bad at the things you said and did but I'm just filled with pity because I know how much it hurts to give someone all your love but the person just doesn't want it. And I think if you had to go to such extremes just to make him interested in your body.. It must have cost you your dignity and pride. Remember this, a person worth loving and giving everything for is someone who would do the same for you. Choose someone who loves you more than you love him. It's the best advice I can give to any other girl, and I hope that if you see this post, something strikes home in your heart. You probably already know by now that he was never meant for you and you were meant for someone who could love your ... Personality/style/quirks better because when you meet that guy he's going to love you for every little thing you are. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The word "schmuck" may sound cute(i think it sounds super cute)  but it's not a nice way to describe someone. Just use his name next time. And I don't mean any offense by this post. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6231832005125444526?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6231832005125444526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6231832005125444526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6231832005125444526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6231832005125444526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/10/schmuck.html' title='Schmuck'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3888884028803819303</id><published>2011-09-28T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:39:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs</title><content type='html'>Another one of Uncle Check's timely SMS reminders. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Ask the LORD to bless your plans, and you will be successful in carrying them out." (Proverbs 16:3 GNT). However, our intent and attitude too must be right: "What good people want always results in good; when the wicked get what they want, everyone is angry." (Proverbs 11:23 GNTD). + "If your goals are good, you will be respected, but if you are looking for trouble, that is what you will get." (Proverbs 11:27 GNTD). "Success is a journey, not a destination." - Ben Sweetland&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Such wisdom right? I miss YWAV maybe I should go back teehee. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Success is all good and wanting to achieve and be the best is good but I must always remind myself that it's not for my own pride and glory but for His. You just keep blessing me with more and more and more despite how bad I am.. Thank You Jesus!! &lt;3 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3888884028803819303?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3888884028803819303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3888884028803819303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3888884028803819303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3888884028803819303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/proverbs.html' title='Proverbs'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-3524280240986442170</id><published>2011-09-23T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:58:04.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could see</title><content type='html'>My first real day of work today and it was AWESOME! really fun. I love po a lot...... He is the best Kung Fu panda I know ^^ haha. So fun working with Leon and Sylvia. Belinda is sick...... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate this feeling. that feeling of thinking things are settling down and hard feelings are somewhat softened, then something happens which just shocks me so much and I realise that nothing has changed. At all. I hate it so much. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why did you guys do that anyway? It's just a small gesture but it just successfully freshly cut open all the old wounds that I'd tried so hard to let heal. Its like slamming a door in my face. Thanks a lot. Thanks a lot for making me realise this whole fiasco us so far from being over. Thanks a lot for letting me know that nothing I ever do will make things right again. That even those I thought I could love hate me although I've done nothing to them whatsoever. Thank you for shattering my entire image of you, all those times I actually looked up to you two (just so you know, Joshua, I just respected you so much ever since I knew you. But I guess you dont even care about that right?) and now that's all just gone. Maybe it was done out of malice, or out of obedience to someone's advice? I don't know. But to be honest, it is hilarious to seriously listen to everything that others you deem "trustworthy" tell you instead of just stopping all the judging for once. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm struggling to keep the tears from falling now. maybe I'm just tired. Or maybe you two just hurt me a lot. A whole lot. What happened to our friendship? I feel like such a fool, I never saw this coming and just happily treated you guys as friends. And then wham something like this hits me so strongly like a slap across the face. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thought only boyfriends hurt your feelings, guess what? Boyfriends' old best and closest friends can also do and say things that hurt you real badly too. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bravo. Way. To. Go. What a way of showing His love. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't wanna face anyone of you again ever again. Its so easy to say, I dont care anymore, but it really is another thing altogether to really not care. How I wish I could have the courage to let go completely and just let God heal all these hurts that won't stop coming. I don't even know if you guys know what you are doing to me. It is so hard to fill myself with love when I can't help but feel so bitter and sad at everything that has happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I suddenly realise how much better off Leon is without you two as his brothers. But that's just my own opinion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God help me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-3524280240986442170?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/3524280240986442170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=3524280240986442170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3524280240986442170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/3524280240986442170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-could-see.html' title='If you could see'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5655096620309304300</id><published>2011-09-21T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T10:53:00.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks</title><content type='html'>One last glance from a taxi cabImages scar my mindFour weeks felt like yearsSince your full attention was all mineThe night was young and so were weTalked about life, God, death, and your familyDidn't want any promisesJust my undivided honesty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5655096620309304300?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5655096620309304300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5655096620309304300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5655096620309304300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5655096620309304300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/4-weeks.html' title='4 weeks'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2747929062895405026</id><published>2011-09-19T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:14:06.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Sunday's Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When God's Servants Disagree - Ps Lawrence Yam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Few things are as dishonouring to the cause of Christ as Christians quarrelling among themselves. Yet we expel people from our fellowship for adultery, while we tolerate discord between ourselves and other believers. We have failed to understand and obey the biblical imperative to "make every effort to do what leads to peace". - Jerry Bridges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;The ultimate goal in resolving conflict is reconciliation! We must take the initiative to restore peace. Jesus taught that it makes no difference whether you have wronged your brother or your brother has wronged you. Either way, you are always responsible to initiate efforts toward peace (Matthew 5:23-24 &amp;amp; 18:15). If we are serious about intently pursuing peace, we won't be concerned about which of us is the offending party. We will have one goal: To restore peace in a Godly manner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Unresolved conflict between believers is sin and must be treated as such, otherwise, it will spread throughout the body like cancer until it requires radical spiritual surgery. Far better to deal with it when it is easily contained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week's sermon remained in my mind a whole week, throughout the entire mission trip the core of this message kept coming back to me, and I couldn't stop thinking about the broken relationships I have in my life, with a specific group of people. I stood up for the altar call, but the thing that I keep asking God is a question of doubt: God, are You sure I need to "resolve" this conflict? There isn't even a specific issue that we are split about, how am I suppose to make an effort to resolve this? Is it even considered a conflict, it's all just lost and gone friendships to me, and I believe there are no hard feelings except maybe the last of bitterness in my heart that I stubbornly still find difficult to let go off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps Lawrence also brought up healing, which was so important to me, because, as he said, in every conflict there's definitely going to be hurt inflicted on either one or both parties. I have been hurt, and I need this healing from God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best healer isn't time.. it's God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How long can I run away from facing these problems I've grown to not think about, and shoved to the back of my mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a happier note, I'll be starting work on Tuesday! Which is also the day our Sem1 results will be released on SAS. I seriously want an awesome GPA, God I claim it from You in faith, thanks in advance!!! Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About the mission trip!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went under&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ohf.org.sg/"&gt;http://www.ohf.org.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Support Operation Hope Foundation guyz! (: Robert Kee is such a nice guy. Had a splashingly great time at the orphanage and I absolutely loved the little ones who are so amazing and smiley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTjiWPUjoBc/TnYUNFQMcmI/AAAAAAAABqk/fFczZ4MaCk4/s1600/IMG_7715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTjiWPUjoBc/TnYUNFQMcmI/AAAAAAAABqk/fFczZ4MaCk4/s320/IMG_7715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUWrOoHHSvs/TnYUQmcfyrI/AAAAAAAABqo/d8pBHniBGRw/s1600/IMG_7723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUWrOoHHSvs/TnYUQmcfyrI/AAAAAAAABqo/d8pBHniBGRw/s320/IMG_7723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEFuYXRH1no/TnYUUgb6ZFI/AAAAAAAABqs/PAnIdvvaXOg/s1600/IMG_7795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEFuYXRH1no/TnYUUgb6ZFI/AAAAAAAABqs/PAnIdvvaXOg/s320/IMG_7795.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x77k4GUmZqk/TnYU-UA9tKI/AAAAAAAABrc/I-yO0Uzusjc/s1600/IMG_7890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x77k4GUmZqk/TnYU-UA9tKI/AAAAAAAABrc/I-yO0Uzusjc/s320/IMG_7890.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saw an amazing double rainbow from end to end (my camera couldn't capture the entire rainbow) during the 2.5 hour drive from Phnom Penh to Prey Veng. 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I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS HERE, finding out about her striptease/lapdance&amp;nbsp;tendencies&amp;nbsp;in real life and on webcam left me speeecccchhlesssssss. Oh, the horrors Leon must have went through!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2747929062895405026?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2747929062895405026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2747929062895405026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2747929062895405026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2747929062895405026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-sundays-sermon.html' title='Last Sunday&apos;s Sermon'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTjiWPUjoBc/TnYUNFQMcmI/AAAAAAAABqk/fFczZ4MaCk4/s72-c/IMG_7715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1062545771442603523</id><published>2011-09-15T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:56:44.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am, Lord</title><content type='html'>I'm in Prey veng, Cambodia now, for love in action 19! I'll blog about the mission trip when I'm back and have reflected enough. Just a short tidbit to share. I was using my nokia phone the lousy camera-less one and scrolled through old messages, and saw a text that I sent to Leon during JLTA earlier this year that said "I went up for altar call and all I can say now is that I know for sure Rangers is not the ministry for me, at least not right now". The simple realisation that God had already started speaking to me since March is powerful to me! Haha isn't is amazing sometimes when you look back and realize God has always been around trying to guide you to the right places at the right time, but we miss all His prompts and forget them amongst all the busyness of the world? The orphans here are lovely, btw. BYEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1062545771442603523?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1062545771442603523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1062545771442603523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1062545771442603523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1062545771442603523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-i-am-lord.html' title='Here I am, Lord'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-8007774236127645335</id><published>2011-09-06T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T01:34:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unending love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I get so scared when I read stories and hear from those whom God has sent as messengers to see heaven and hell an tell the world. I am scared endlessly that my name won't be written in the Lamb's book of life, but today I pray God that You cast out all these fears and in Your name I hold on to the belief that You are the Son of God who has died for me and paid the ransom for all my sins, and Lord You love me so much! Amen!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Although the fear is what keeps me going sometimes, I don't want to be driven by fear. I want to be driven by faith and my beliefs, and most of all by my love and heart for You Jesus. Having reckless faith, being bold and trusting in You in every circumstance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20 NIV)"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to show Your love to the world. God in You I am not merely just changed, I am a new creation altogether! Help me live this life as a life that has no purpose but to glorify You. You see the innermost desires of my heart God and I am desperate for what I pray to You for every night. Please please please help me be a catalyst that sparks change in those around me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the desire to see things happen beauae of Your power consume me sometimes, please use me to do all You want. I HAVE FAITH that You are in control and that You can make things happen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;a "weird" post but I really feel so strongly that I need to post these things. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-8007774236127645335?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/8007774236127645335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=8007774236127645335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8007774236127645335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/8007774236127645335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/unending-love.html' title='Unending love'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2048506033532817533</id><published>2011-09-05T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:57:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a day made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was just such a good day! First time I walked to school AND back (: and it didn't even feel like it was a long way. Just happily walking and I didn't listen to any music, just walked. Walking is awesome sometimes. Also because the wind was quite strong so I didnt feel very hot! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Updatesssss!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) jazz band&lt;br&gt;Went back to school today (hence the walking) for a jazz bandroom session... It's hilarious cause they put up a sign on the door but estates management couldn't spell and spelt it as "jaSS band" we were all laughing so hard hahah!!! Then Syafiq was like, "this one what, Malay spelling?". Heh. Cleaned up the room then painted it! Really nice!! I love the shade of the darker blue that we mixed (: Will upload photos when I'm on my computer! Anw the aircon in the new room sucks though, like blowing hot air and it was so stuffy we brought 3 fans in. :/ oh well. Painting really is hard work! I'll treat today as a practice session for the Cambodia trip! Andddd im so sad I cant go for the ikea session on wednesday cause of work training! Nevermind shall convince BELINDA to watch final destination w me aft work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm too lazy to continue L is here bye he went skating w yeu mahn on the aftnoon...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2048506033532817533?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2048506033532817533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2048506033532817533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2048506033532817533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2048506033532817533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-difference-day-made.html' title='What a difference a day made'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-601571831897407589</id><published>2011-09-04T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:24:26.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job at USS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I forgot. Finally starting work as a performers escort at USS this Wednesday. Thank God!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just knowing that God means it when He says wait and I can see how He has allowed this to take place at His perfect time instead of my impatience causing unnecessary stress!. A whole lot of reasons, and it's all for the best. Also, turning down the B&amp;J job offer was a difficult decision because of the 6-mth long commitment., thankfully!!! I'm just grateful for how everything has turned out. Working with my two best friends in class and my favourite boy is really something I'm looking forward to! Oh well just a thanksgiving, that He's allowed me a job to earn some cash during the holidays! Everything just fits so well, that everything is coming into place during the perfect timing, the start of my 6week long holiday. Ahhhhhh, God is good!! (: so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE I START TALKING I CAN'T STOP....... lol! But! I really needa sleep so I'll update on Jazzband and h&amp;m another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-601571831897407589?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/601571831897407589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=601571831897407589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/601571831897407589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/601571831897407589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-job-at-uss.html' title='A new job at USS!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4404101273190599988</id><published>2011-09-04T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:06:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meanest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://auralreceptors.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/20110904-005129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://auralreceptors.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/20110904-005129.jpg" alt="20110904-005129.jpg" class="alignnone size-small" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails now! Finally tried floral nails. Pretty nice for my first try, watch loads of yt vids n tried out a bit here and there before I decided to try painting this properly on all my nails. Yea haha the union jack would've been nice right! I planned to paint it on all my nails but it was SO DIFFICULT. Esp when I tried using my left hand to paint on the right. Madness lol! Only this one (the first one I tried) turned out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I don't think my cell (CAN I CALL IT MY CELL? because I definitely treat it as though I'm a member now forgive me if I'm overstepping my boundaries by saying that heh) reads here but if you do I'm sorry about that super weird "OMG" I said. Leon scolded me alr and I really feel damn bad and embarrassed by that stupid exclamation. It was totally uncool.... Guess God still has a lot lot lot of work to do in me. ): I need to learn self-control especially, ever the struggle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed now, nights! x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4404101273190599988?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4404101273190599988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4404101273190599988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4404101273190599988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4404101273190599988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/09/meanest-thing.html' title='The meanest thing'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5537075391035930284</id><published>2011-08-30T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:48:02.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humour'/><title type='text'>VMAs 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSxDp_TuVsU/TlzNsen1W8I/AAAAAAAABqg/xEDJaqPJ5dc/s1600/bieber1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSxDp_TuVsU/TlzNsen1W8I/AAAAAAAABqg/xEDJaqPJ5dc/s400/bieber1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646614196833835970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qj3oCW_phbw/TlzNsNJmq-I/AAAAAAAABqY/ATt-gLv9JpE/s1600/bieber2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qj3oCW_phbw/TlzNsNJmq-I/AAAAAAAABqY/ATt-gLv9JpE/s400/bieber2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646614192143641570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is SO FUNNY I CANT STOP TWEETING/REBLOGGING BLABLABLA HAHAHAHA ohhhhhh how i love tumblr and how i love bieber being dissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5537075391035930284?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5537075391035930284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5537075391035930284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5537075391035930284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5537075391035930284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/vma-2011.html' title='VMAs 2011'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSxDp_TuVsU/TlzNsen1W8I/AAAAAAAABqg/xEDJaqPJ5dc/s72-c/bieber1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6812350377686874434</id><published>2011-08-28T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T23:42:36.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal rangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I've had enough of running around in circles, and I've had more than enough of going through cycles of believing and living a changed life, then reverting to sinful way and backsliding till I'm at my lowest points. Each time, it gets harder to come back, an the process is more painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I choose to be in the world, but not of this world. God help me to only let good words come out of my mouth, let this same mouth that praises you and worships you in songs, also worship you in my speech. I don't want to say words or curses that displease You and even if it's just a WTF, it is sinful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;I have also been hoping/asking God to help me remove all bitterness and hatred in my heart. Im letting go of the past bit by bit, I can feel it, but I know that I still feel resentment in my heart. One thing I'm struggling with, and I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do, is the decision to quit RR ministry completely. I cannot grow or much less serve in this ministry with my attitude, and the danger of being distracted in service when I associate all the bad memories with everything, at least until I let go of all my past hurts completely. Today I was with my mum in her sunday school class teaching the 3/4 year-olds, and one of them is the younger brother of one of my DR girls, I don't know what I was thinking but I just suddenly missed my DRs so much that I asked him how his sister was. He's only 3. He looked at me with a what-kind-of-question-is-that face and said "she's upstairs". I was like.... Yea I know but I hardly go upstairs anymore so I don't see her. It sounds stupid but I feel bad going to lesson sometimes because I feel like I'm not worthy enough to shepherd/influence a group of young minds and hearts. I honestly am scared to go there because I am not a good-enough example and I would rather not serve (for now) until I know that my life and speech and actions can be an example and I can be someone younger children can look up to. It is painful but this realisation is important because they are young, which makes them so impressionable that I cannot bear to taint them w my lousy way of living, or make them think it is okay to use bad words/hate people or whatever it is that I do. Anyway, if you're wondering, it is difficult for me to catch people in the fellowship hall which is why I dont talk to the DRs, and also for all the reasons I stated above that I don't want them to model my behaviour if they see me as a older figure they think is "cool". Im not saying I'm so cool that all the children wanna follow me or whatever but I hope you know what I mean by what I'm saying, and my fears and worries which I don't think are irrational, but rather it is great that I recognise them. And after recognising, that I work on growing in Christ-likeness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 25px; "&gt;I don't know how things are going to go from here, but it's time to submit to God. Fully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6812350377686874434?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6812350377686874434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6812350377686874434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6812350377686874434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6812350377686874434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5131891850631195910</id><published>2011-08-28T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T00:21:23.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Come What May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was just worshipping God alone in my room, just me and the seagull(my guitar), something I haven't done in a really, really long time, and after exhausting the few scores of songs I have I was tidying up my music and saw this amazing song by The Scene Aesthetic. I read the lyrics through and looked at the song in the context of Jesus and something tugged at my heartstrings so I sang it to Him! I think He liked it. I used my bestest voice, I've been trying to control my vibrato and I'm not bad at that now!  (: and yea, I really am getting back the best of "me". "me" because it's not really me anymore. It's Jesus in me. My human nature is really rotten to the core. Haha everyone I know can agree on that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the longest time I thought I'd lost the best of me&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be damned if I quit now and that for sure&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to look at me&lt;br /&gt;And know I'm all yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the penguins need their wings for deep cold water dives&lt;br /&gt;Like the earth needs the moon to keep it on course&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me, I know there is purpose in my life&lt;br /&gt;Just know I'm all yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I confess that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do to prove to you I'm being honest&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, everything; and yes I've known it all along&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost, but I'm back and I finally know now where my heart belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering if you could ever realize&lt;br /&gt;That we're growing up so fast and it's insane&lt;br /&gt;My dear our hearts have gotten good at pumping cheap new lust&lt;br /&gt;Into our young veins&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I understand everything I couldn't comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, I confess that I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I can do to prove to you I'm being honest&lt;br /&gt;Now I see, everything; and yes I've known it all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost, but I'm back and I finally know now where my heart belongs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5131891850631195910?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5131891850631195910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5131891850631195910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5131891850631195910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5131891850631195910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/come-what-may.html' title='Come What May'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1673108321960034301</id><published>2011-08-27T00:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:57:22.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cath Kidston HAHAAHHA'/><title type='text'>the way you taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am going to be so lame in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's blogpost is mainly photos.. and all about Cath Kidston, which, as a lot of my friends already know, is my most favourite brand ever! I just wore out my Cath Kidston crop singlet (L bought for me from Uniqlo's CK tie-up/ CK's charity project but it was too big so I cut it into a cropped singlet and I think it looks so much better than it did when I bought it hahaha) today. That might be a factor as to why I'm suddenly so inspired to blog about my Cath Kidston stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imma start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDPQN5cyOEY/TlfMZBpwlOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Zn8BzCpJCHw/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDPQN5cyOEY/TlfMZBpwlOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Zn8BzCpJCHw/s320/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205388244587746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My whole stash of original Cath Kidston stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oaWhEkZQ9c/TlfMZIhfe3I/AAAAAAAABqI/4ld0_QHQU1U/s1600/IMG_1550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5oaWhEkZQ9c/TlfMZIhfe3I/AAAAAAAABqI/4ld0_QHQU1U/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205390088960882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first Cath Kidston bag, a tiny sling from their kid's range. Got this for a steal at the Cath Kidston store in Oxford! Only 10 pounds heehee. Can you imagine how happy I was, because the "adult" version, with leather straps, which I really liked when I saw it at the store was 40 pounds! So I grabbed this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRaJT4WjgoQ/TlfMY4BbZoI/AAAAAAAABqA/rEvyqdB7y1U/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRaJT4WjgoQ/TlfMY4BbZoI/AAAAAAAABqA/rEvyqdB7y1U/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205385659508354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coin clasp purse! Also bought on my trip to Oxford and it cost me 12 pounds, used to have a "Keep Calm &amp;amp; Carry On" badge from the imperial war museum (in London) there but it dropped off so I replaced it with the cupcake. So cute la pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fwMPCjXE6o/TlfMYnKC1jI/AAAAAAAABp4/rxkuVStuATI/s1600/IMG_1552.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6fwMPCjXE6o/TlfMYnKC1jI/AAAAAAAABp4/rxkuVStuATI/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205381132244530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a bb bold cover, I bought for my mum for her birthday but she alr had a casing and she couldn't stuff it in so decided to use it to store cards, and now I've stolen it to put my own cards. Because she uses my old cath kidston iphone pouch to put her cards now (it's below we'll get to it)! I got this from Tatty Marsh @ Tanglin Mall, they sell British brands there, but at pretty steep prices tho. Just get online during sales, cheaper, but the mailing/shipping is a pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DimnYqASyqo/TlfMKJOTr1I/AAAAAAAABpw/h1zLKo6zskg/s1600/IMG_1553.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DimnYqASyqo/TlfMKJOTr1I/AAAAAAAABpw/h1zLKo6zskg/s320/IMG_1553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205132578893650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My wallet! Ordered online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-eZ33OvAqA/TlfMJyrDTnI/AAAAAAAABpo/TZPCf7g3DOI/s1600/IMG_1554.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-eZ33OvAqA/TlfMJyrDTnI/AAAAAAAABpo/TZPCf7g3DOI/s320/IMG_1554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205126525439602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Super pretty messenger bag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I luv this bag but not as much as I love the one below. I bought this for about 150 sing? At Tatty Marsh also. Hehe I'm also loving the London bus keychain! Bought from London................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-6GMJfjUPc/TlfMJ43qKLI/AAAAAAAABpg/4jUKdwdIybc/s1600/IMG_1555.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F-6GMJfjUPc/TlfMJ43qKLI/AAAAAAAABpg/4jUKdwdIybc/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205128188930226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MY FAVOURITE RUCKSACK!!!! IT IS AWESOME. My favouritest bag out of all my bags, the inside prints are also so pretty, look at the pocket I flipped it out to show how pretty it is. Haha Tammie made me that "J" brooch. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOLjd46awqQ/TlfMJR8m5wI/AAAAAAAABpY/I4nGDYYqnRo/s1600/IMG_1556.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aOLjd46awqQ/TlfMJR8m5wI/AAAAAAAABpY/I4nGDYYqnRo/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205117740705538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah ha so this is the pouch my mum's using now, used it for my phone for the longest time ever (: Got bored. I'm currently using a phone casing with the exam (edit: HAHAHHA SEE IM SO STRESSED ABOUT EXAMS THAT I SPELT EXACT AS EXAM...!!) same prints as this one (tiny rose), but I bought it at a store at vivo for $20. This handphone pouch I ordered online during a sale for 8 pounds. A steal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay so I decided to snap photos of other pretty things in my room cause I felt like taking more pictures. I really love this app! idarkroom (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-at_jX7XHPQw/TlfMJJIGLSI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Tmnr7BXDksM/s1600/IMG_1557.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-at_jX7XHPQw/TlfMJJIGLSI/AAAAAAAABpQ/Tmnr7BXDksM/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645205115372973346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pencilcase from accessorize, Lisse and Gracia have the same pencil case too! And this pretty tin box (yes its a cig case but i don't use it for stix) from daiso I store my undeveloped film rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ08rfPKhsQ/TlfL4jVMy-I/AAAAAAAABpI/Frytnvoc8AM/s1600/IMG_1558.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZ08rfPKhsQ/TlfL4jVMy-I/AAAAAAAABpI/Frytnvoc8AM/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645204830349478882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My bed la hor. I feel like sleeping now. I am sick thats why i stuck my tissue box there. Easy to grab and blow my nose............ wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9s87dEuoIQ/TlfL4dArDrI/AAAAAAAABpA/8f8XWzIWye8/s1600/IMG_1559.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K9s87dEuoIQ/TlfL4dArDrI/AAAAAAAABpA/8f8XWzIWye8/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645204828652768946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugly photo. curtains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yea thought I'd upload some totally safe photos of Leon skating, these were taken a day after he got his new board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LebUmBS1KJg/TlfL4GMvopI/AAAAAAAABo4/gZV0ZbwCYDQ/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LebUmBS1KJg/TlfL4GMvopI/AAAAAAAABo4/gZV0ZbwCYDQ/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645204822529385106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6BWX80zUIw/TlfL3z-wQoI/AAAAAAAABoo/-U0Q6Ia7zaU/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--6BWX80zUIw/TlfL3z-wQoI/AAAAAAAABoo/-U0Q6Ia7zaU/s320/IMG_1410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645204817638867586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haha YES OKAY SO I DID THIS WHOLE POST TO PROCRASTINATE STUDYING. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WANT WEDNESDAY TO BE OVER ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jessa out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh wait, did I mention that my brother bought Angela a Diana mini for her birthday.. ?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1673108321960034301?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1673108321960034301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1673108321960034301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1673108321960034301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1673108321960034301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/way-you-taste.html' title='the way you taste'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aDPQN5cyOEY/TlfMZBpwlOI/AAAAAAAABqQ/Zn8BzCpJCHw/s72-c/IMG_1549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7879187747059115120</id><published>2011-08-22T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T01:32:21.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.O.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Haven't really had time to surf the web lately, or use my computer to go online etc. Every night is spent revising for my upcoming semester exam this Tuesday!! Intro to lifespan psychology, then next Wednesday's intro to psych. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared for both. The short answer/essay questions are really freaking me out. I hope I can score almostfull marks for the MCQs, then it'll be 50-60% guaranteed. It's so scary when I feel so unprepared. I want to do well and glorify God through my studies, I remember what Ps Eric said about 1 or 2 year back about studies: right now, as youths, our calling needn't be so specific, and we needn't search everywhere to see what ourcalling is, although yes, some of us know that we really are called in specific areas, however, we are all also called to be students, and the best way to glorify God and obey our parents right now is to study really hard!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;The thought of failing and flunking everything is really scary. Especially the 10mark questions. I'm scared no end!! God please let me absorb everything/remember everything well *fingers crossed*. hoping for an awesome GPA this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Recent events have really dampened my mood, but as I always try to tell myself (Leon tells me this as well to cheer me up), it is only foolish to get worked up over accusations that are untrue and false because at the end of the day, as long as your conscience is clear/you know that you are right before God and those that matter believe in you and trust you, that's all that matters. I don't need to seek affirmation from others, and I think this is an important point that a lot of us tend to forget. Whatever affirmation, love, support and encouragement we could possibly want is already given and showered down so abundantly by God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Today's sermon by pastor Lia about encouragement struck me somehow, I really think that encouragement BEFORE someone becomes successful is so important, she hit the nail on the head. On a sidenote: I think spiritual warfare is definitely at play because every Sunday I get really sick!! Power in prayer glad I could make it for service today anyway (: am currently battling the second bout of flu in the same month. Sigh. And I have a giant pimple on my chin.. K whatever HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Yea so the sermon about encouragement spoke to me, and I decided that I'm going to be encouraging, I want to speak encouraging and affirmative words to you as you're still starting out on your journey towards achievement and success it doesn't matter how hard or tough this road we're on together is going to be, or even your own personal road and personal strive for success, I'll be here to encourage you and pick you up after every setback. Always always know that ven when you feel like a loser and the whole world, maybe even your family thinks you're worthless, I see your worth, and more than that, know that you're worth more than gold and are more precious than diamonds in God's eyes, because He created every bit of you and knows exactly how much you were created to achieve for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Another thing, I'll be off to a mission trip in Cambodia on the 13-17th of September (or somewhere around those dates) so I'm really hoping for a good time of constructing and painting work for an orphanage there. I'll be going w my family with my parents church under Operation Hope Foundation and it really seems like we're gonna have a good time over there serving and bonding as a family! I'm excited about the trip already, since it's in less than a month haha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Also! leon will very very likely be going into army in Oct/Nov which is super scaryfor me, I am slightly worried at how we'll both cope w not seeing each other as much as we are used to but I believe this tough time will strengthen rather than weaken this rship, it's wonderful and a tad scary to think that we've been together a whole year in 2 months time, this year has had it's ups and downs but I think we've both begun to reach this whole new level and despite having slid down sometimes, we're picking up and growing now more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;My mission for this week is to live out Philippians 1:27. Philippians is my favourite book of the bible!  Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;Okaaaay time for bed. Continuing the hXc mugging tmr. Sucks that I didn't go for baybeats tonight ): last night's music was good though! Was so great seeing the three of my dearest NY friends and Tina too! Oh ya and dongying the donggeok looks so silly w no hair.. Heh! Yisabellness ftw (: I love you girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7879187747059115120?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7879187747059115120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7879187747059115120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7879187747059115120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7879187747059115120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/joy.html' title='J.O.Y.'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-315024526183812266</id><published>2011-08-16T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:11:47.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Sometimes the pain of knowing that one day you will leave me just overwhelms me to the point of me losing all direction and purpose and feeling like I will never be truly happy again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today might be that "one day" and I proclaim today the worst day of my entire life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-315024526183812266?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/315024526183812266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=315024526183812266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/315024526183812266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/315024526183812266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-2416514031889740920</id><published>2011-08-15T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T02:29:55.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What a journey I've been on HAHA well I've decided to go back to using this blog as my main blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or rather, I'll post on both auralreceptors@wp and auralreceptors@bs. I just cant make my mind up. Does it matter? No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have really figured out that a lot of people are kaypoh idiots and lap up gossip and scandalous news. Well then again I suppose it's human nature to be curious/inquisitive. The things I do might be really stupid sometimes but I won't take back what I say because right now I think its important to establish that I am not going to be pushed around by anyone. Have fun telling me to do otherwise, I'm not under a scheme of discipline of yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;391 views on my wp yesterday (14/8). It's my all-time high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sorry you were a victim of another attention-stealing ploy of mine :) Well it worked.. didn't it? I still meant every single letter I typed. Leon thought I went a bit far but at this point please don't think I actually care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright time for bed. Bye babydarlingdollfacehoneys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-2416514031889740920?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/2416514031889740920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=2416514031889740920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2416514031889740920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/2416514031889740920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-here.html' title='Back here!'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5287626789594278685</id><published>2011-08-11T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:26:06.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so much more comfortable posting here than on my wordpress. It really feels good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why, but sometimes I still wish I could have gave you my heart back then, because now it feels like it's somehow.. more rotten because I gave it to him instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mm anyway, just in case people don't know! my blog is auralreceptors.wordpress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tried to hide it for awhile LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5287626789594278685?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7838625013117172044</id><published>2011-08-11T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T02:10:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back for the first time since then, I'm standing on your street</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;To places that I didn't want to go, whoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Today in the blink of an eye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm holding on to something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I do not know why I tried&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Your voice was the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Soundtrack of my summer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I said, your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Today is a winding road, tell me where to start&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And tell me something I don't know, whoa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Today I'm on my own, I can't move a muscle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I can't pick up the phone, I don't know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And now I'm itching for the tall grass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And longing for the breeze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to step outside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Just to see if I can breathe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Your voice was the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Soundtrack of my summer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;And I said, your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Are the brightest of all the colors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm wrapped up in vines, I think we'll make it out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;But you just gotta give me time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Strike me down with lightning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So as usual, I was literally swimming in my memories of the past just about a few moments ago. It's so surreal when I consider how I'm here now, with you. Every single time I think back to the past, it feels really really impossible that you could be mine now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's funny how things turn out, isn't it? This is the real thing, I know. Still, I can't help but wonder why I never got a chance to make it work to the point of knowing its the real thing in my past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, I just can't let go of all the resentment I feel towards that group of people. I don't know how but God please help me haha. I keep thinking of "hate one, hate all". I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I almost wish I was never in QBC so I would never have joined RR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7838625013117172044?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7838625013117172044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7838625013117172044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7838625013117172044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7838625013117172044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back-for-first-time-since-then-im.html' title='I&apos;m back for the first time since then, I&apos;m standing on your street'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1470260147871506147</id><published>2011-07-28T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T19:20:59.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom, power and love</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just can't help but wonder how life would e if you'd decided on something differently or chosen to go somewhere else instead of where you are now, chosen to be with someone else, a different school, walled down an entirely different road. Maybe you'd even start regretting your choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me. I'm extremely comfortable with where I am now. It's a quiet satisfaction inside my heart, a satisfaction that stems from knowing that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. I'm meant to do this. I meant to be studying everything that I am. Applied drama is what I want to study, and psychology provides just enough academical pursuit in my course to feel good that I'm learning something. Not to mention, psychology is too similar to my second fav subject in sec school:  biology! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I am thanking God everyday for the way everything has turned out. I'm so happy with Leon. This isn't the same as what I shared with the two guys before him. It's different in every way, and superior, too. He's definitely a keeper, and I'm happy to say, I think he feels the same way about me! Plus we're both such awesome looking people... Haha okay, kidding! At least one of us is! I'm talking about Leon of course! :) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored an 84% on my research essay on theatre-in-education! Thank God! I really thought I messed up the way i intepreted the part about explaining how the applied drama form is practiced, so I'm just filled w gratitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God just awesome? :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1470260147871506147?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1470260147871506147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1470260147871506147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1470260147871506147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1470260147871506147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/07/wisdom-power-and-love.html' title='Wisdom, power and love'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-6054682856397249132</id><published>2011-06-27T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:10:03.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when</title><content type='html'>Remember when I cried to you a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I told you everything&lt;br /&gt;You know my feelings&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;That there would be a time&lt;br /&gt;For us to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;What a big surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gone&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't shake no more&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are running out the door&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it falling down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back around&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness in the bottom drawer&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to pretend&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back around again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when it was together till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alone again&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;I cried a little bit&lt;br /&gt;You died a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Please say there're no regrets&lt;br /&gt;And say you won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not lost&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gone&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't shake no more&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are running out the door&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it falling down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back around&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness in the bottom drawer&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to pretend&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back around again&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was then&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;Remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't shake no more&lt;br /&gt;These feelings are running out the door&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it falling down&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not coming back around&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I can't take no more&lt;br /&gt;This emptiness in the bottom drawer&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And I'm not coming back around again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-6054682856397249132?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/6054682856397249132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=6054682856397249132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6054682856397249132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/6054682856397249132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/06/remember-when.html' title='Remember when'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7105187624106959428</id><published>2011-06-25T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:27:58.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rounds</title><content type='html'>AlwayS going in cIrcles, endinG up wHere I started out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7105187624106959428?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7105187624106959428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7105187624106959428' title='0 Comments'/><link 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:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/dVKw3i"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1291497725987910353?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1291497725987910353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1291497725987910353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1291497725987910353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1291497725987910353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/04/describe-my-relationship-with-you.html' title='Describe my relationship with you :)'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4353985983918628343</id><published>2011-03-02T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:30:56.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helloooo</title><content type='html'>New blog: http://lithification.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-4353985983918628343?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/4353985983918628343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=4353985983918628343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4353985983918628343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/4353985983918628343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/03/helloooo.html' title='helloooo'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-1050159124107823823</id><published>2011-01-24T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:36:41.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TT0PmfyeIoI/AAAAAAAABlw/fFwvifEA_r4/s1600/1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TT0PmfyeIoI/AAAAAAAABlw/fFwvifEA_r4/s400/1955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565621868542435970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate my face, but I love this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody could stand to love a face like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-1050159124107823823?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/1050159124107823823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=1050159124107823823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1050159124107823823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/1050159124107823823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TT0PmfyeIoI/AAAAAAAABlw/fFwvifEA_r4/s72-c/1955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7856366815937630308</id><published>2011-01-04T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T01:24:27.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TSIFiBnCnaI/AAAAAAAABlo/OIu1_6lb4dw/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TSIFiBnCnaI/AAAAAAAABlo/OIu1_6lb4dw/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558010972234489250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW, RIGHT GUYS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All go to facebook and search Gentle Bones. I don't care. He's my friend, and he sings bloody well, and.. just go have a listen, it wont hurt. Okay you know for convenience's sake click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/gentlebonesmusic"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, thats the link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREE AD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7856366815937630308?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7856366815937630308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7856366815937630308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7856366815937630308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7856366815937630308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/01/jojo.html' title='jojo'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TSIFiBnCnaI/AAAAAAAABlo/OIu1_6lb4dw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-5565073484955556306</id><published>2011-01-02T03:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:36:03.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9W6mAOI/AAAAAAAABlY/VDqoD9KX3Bs/s400/02.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 129px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557303356321824994" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9v3rAMI/AAAAAAAABlg/6azcNtVi-gg/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9v3rAMI/AAAAAAAABlg/6azcNtVi-gg/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557303363020456130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9foKflI/AAAAAAAABlQ/OMbvdBAVK14/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9foKflI/AAAAAAAABlQ/OMbvdBAVK14/s400/03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557303358660443730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9Drwg7I/AAAAAAAABlI/nSfECowYnoA/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9Drwg7I/AAAAAAAABlI/nSfECowYnoA/s400/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557303351159325618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B80F7LKI/AAAAAAAABlA/iqD_Ps0Wh9E/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B80F7LKI/AAAAAAAABlA/iqD_Ps0Wh9E/s400/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557303346974108834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice! Night x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-5565073484955556306?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/5565073484955556306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=5565073484955556306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5565073484955556306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/5565073484955556306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/01/tumblr.html' title='Tumblr'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/TR-B9W6mAOI/AAAAAAAABlY/VDqoD9KX3Bs/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-7835562116636229512</id><published>2011-01-02T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T03:06:07.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>I always forget to tell you, I love you, I love you, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-7835562116636229512?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/7835562116636229512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=7835562116636229512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7835562116636229512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/7835562116636229512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/01/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-885993889909750864</id><published>2011-01-02T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:08:32.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MR BRIGHTSIDE</title><content type='html'>Absolutely cannot believe how SUPERFICIAL the previous post was so I'll do another one. More... feelings. I mean, a year HAS gone by. It deserves more than a YAY I had fun on NYE.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010...... I've ALWAYS been looking forward to the time this year would pass, because since sec 1 I'd quite honestly fantasise about the time I'd leave Nanyang for HwaChong. It's so shocking to myself that somewhere this year, something jolted in me a desire to leave HC. I don't know if it wa from God, but only time will tell. As for now, everything's still an unknown future and having faith is all I can do. Faith that is true faith, because I don't know what the future holds for me. Open doors/closed doors, I'll accept it as God's work, that He'll place me where He wants me to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some ways, Nanyang has taught me a lot. I hate to say this. I'm sorry that I've to admit I hate to say this, but I know that I have to because I know its true. You know how my mum always says she knows there's a purpose for me being in Nanyang? I've known this since sec 2, and I REALLY CANNOT STAND ADMITTING THIS but I know that purpose, and that purpose is the nanyang prayer ministry. Okay, go ahead, laugh in disbelief all you want, but that day, last year, when I decided I didn't want to believe in God anymore, and I said to Him, I cannot believe in something, someone that doesn't exist and just walked out of school one day believing that religion is nothing, someone and her prayers pulled me back. (I really can't believe I'm putting this on my blog okay, I never thought I'd share this anywhere, with anyone, but yes I decided I was going to be a stupid atheist because I didn't want God to exist anymore.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung back, I chose to reassess my purpose for that decision, and there came the hurt that I'd felt from lost r/ships, and my laziness in living a life for Christ. (I KNOW IM STILL BATTLING THAT... ) So thank you, Boon Jin, and thank You, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from all the whole school issues, another big thing was Leon re-entering my life towards the later end of the year. I would NEVER have imagined this. Around mid-year, when those HATEFUL formspring questions came in from Leon, I was beyond shocked and I was so hurt. I didn't see how I did anything wrong and how I could lose such a good friend like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I only hope the person who ruined a thriving friendship because of her unnecessary jealousy knows the remorse she should very rightly feel. It's ridiculous, thinking about it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Removing someone off another's facebook friends list for absolutely no reason isn't just mean, it's shameless, despicable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any-oh-how, what's meant to happen will happen in God's perfect timing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To everything there is a season, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A time for every purpose under Heaven." - Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this, I offer both what's happened in 2010 and what's to happen in 2011 to Jesus to look after and watch over, with the only hope that my dreams don't die in this year to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm excited for JLTA already HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5310125079646587391-885993889909750864?l=auralreceptors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/feeds/885993889909750864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5310125079646587391&amp;postID=885993889909750864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/885993889909750864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5310125079646587391/posts/default/885993889909750864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auralreceptors.blogspot.com/2011/01/mr-brightside.html' title='MR BRIGHTSIDE'/><author><name>Janessa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NLHuUUC-ERw/R_Y-Yk_A4iI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MVv2mqE1BTg/S220/02.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310125079646587391.post-4429011104072802404</id><published>2011-01-02T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:35:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post of this year!</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think last night(31st night) was absolutely nuts, but I had tonnes of fun drinking @ sahara with winson/jaypee's gang omg such a huge crowd of strangers which I absolutely did NOT expect but I had fun nonetheless!! And I can't rmb what happened after that except that my parents picked us up. Which was a bad thing, if you're wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm so grateful for all of them, Jia Ning, Joshua, Winson + Nicole (ALTHOUGH THEY LEFT ME) and of course, lovely Leon for taking such good care of me and being awesome friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jia Ning, Josh and Leon lets please hang out more! I promise I wont drink too much anymore. Sucks to be me.. or not really, sucks to be whoever CAN hold their drink because then it'd take more effort to get the high feeling = waste money HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now with bottles of smirnoff's and barcardi almost full i think its pretty cool I still managed to get so high :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TENT ftw. Staircase drinking must occur more often.. but sigh school's starting in 2++ weeks which really sucks but I'm not sure if I really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where I'm going, I really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe the first day of 2011 was a day well-spent. L and I slept till about 2 plus then got into a mega fight which involved me throwing him out of the room but as usual he managed to crawl his way into my heart with his cute handwritten messages telling me to stop it because I was throwing a tantrum.. because he didnt wanna lend me his ipod touch HAHAHAHAH im serious that's how annoying I am. Lucky he didn't leave. I guess the bee hoon my maid fried was too much temptation for him and he didn't want to leave! Jussssssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after watching.. bruno (not that good actually.. LEON WHY U MAKE ME WATCH HAHAA) we ran so late I think Shawn and Joshua were really mad. I'm so happy to have met up with them hahaha we had dinner I HAD SUBWAY I'VE BEEN CRAVING! with the nive monterey cheddar cheese!! NOT THE ONE SLICE ONE SLICE ONE HEHEHE so awesome and ended the night playing bridge at SOTA's steps. I won every round except the last!!!! ARGH SO CLOSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all criticised me when the last game ended fml can you imagine three guys lashing at one girl who played all her trump cards too early? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I was totally cool about it and wasnt sad... ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SKINS HAS LOADED HAHAHA totally looking forward to sleeping over at WeiXuan's place with the cell group tmr, I have missed them! Shall share all my news with Elisse and whichever other girls are coming!!!!! Ahhhhh YAY thank God 2011 is getting off to a good start (yes, including the very first moments of 2011 when I was pissed drunk!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessie (Heheheehe L finally passed me the shirt he bought for me a whole YEAR ago, idk if I mentioned)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. NEED. TO. REMEMBER. TO. TAKE. 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