<?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-1098722428607940276</id><updated>2011-08-27T05:23:30.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-7233250429817943751</id><published>2010-11-29T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:27:19.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck am i doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-7233250429817943751?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7233250429817943751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-fuck-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/7233250429817943751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/7233250429817943751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-fuck-am-i-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-4953330454904093781</id><published>2010-10-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T08:01:12.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when someone's mad at you but doesn't tell you and gives all those snide and bitchy remarks and when you start to get that vibe and start being less chummy with that person, they suddenly become paranoid and come running back. WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-4953330454904093781?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4953330454904093781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-it-when-someones-mad-at-you-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4953330454904093781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4953330454904093781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hate-it-when-someones-mad-at-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-1902004614677849849</id><published>2010-10-09T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:31:54.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos are OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYEYEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy, but i feel more stressed before than after... haha...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think God is really good! Results are all up to him. I hope I do well, but whatever the results, to God be the Glory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix...&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling all mixed up inside.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate fake people and shallow friendships...&lt;br /&gt;I hate snide remarks and insults.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who use other people just so they don't look lonely, sad, miserable and pathetic, cos that's what you are...&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to puke...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-1902004614677849849?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1902004614677849849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/10/promos-are-over-yayeyeeee-im-so-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1902004614677849849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1902004614677849849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/10/promos-are-over-yayeyeeee-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-5499515212640346821</id><published>2010-08-01T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T04:45:44.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SNryV2bKCA/TFVeLDNExjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Um0X8jFVsb0/s1600/nikon-d300s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500406063834646066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SNryV2bKCA/TFVeLDNExjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Um0X8jFVsb0/s200/nikon-d300s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the Nikon D300S!!! OMGSH!!! It's so good!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I need about $3000 D:&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/1098722428607940276-5499515212640346821?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5499515212640346821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/08/gahhh-i-want-nikon-d300s-omgsh-its-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/5499515212640346821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/5499515212640346821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/08/gahhh-i-want-nikon-d300s-omgsh-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SNryV2bKCA/TFVeLDNExjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Um0X8jFVsb0/s72-c/nikon-d300s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-5119515677117174213</id><published>2010-07-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:15:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Internal conflict. That's me. I don't know if it's the fact that I'm still not used to the culture here... or maybe it is. i didn't use to be this way. i used to be contented and happy with being alone. but now, i feel so awkward and conscious whenever i'm alone):&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm thinking too much. i mean, Jesus was like that, all alone and condemned in the world that He gave His life for... So if He can do it, I can too as i draw strength from God. YEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-5119515677117174213?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/5119515677117174213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/07/internal-conflict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/5119515677117174213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/5119515677117174213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/07/internal-conflict.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-4023917391690530715</id><published>2010-07-25T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T04:34:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Margaret's</title><content type='html'>Went to Speech Day on Friday. OMGSH! I really love SMSS!!! )): It really hit me how much I've grown, learned, and changed in St.Marg's in 10 years. I really treasure all the friendships and bonds forged. It's really like a family (:&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'll take away is actually the School Hymn and School Song! They're both speak of our past, present, and future, but most of all, they're meaningful and speak of God's relevance in our school!  I just feel so proud singing them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these sound walls, a goodly learning frame&lt;br /&gt;Who here abide true kindliness impart&lt;br /&gt;With steadfast love, devotion firm inflame&lt;br /&gt;The fire that waits in every heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Charity, Patience, Devotion&lt;br /&gt;Let's be known&lt;br /&gt;These qualities St. Margaret's shown&lt;br /&gt;On which our school has grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn to serve our God, our State, our School&lt;br /&gt;In service free for neighbour, home and friend&lt;br /&gt;So may we keep the all embracing rule&lt;br /&gt;In care for all our lives to spend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life brings pain, when trials us defy&lt;br /&gt;Our faith, our hope, our discipline require&lt;br /&gt;Us to withstand, respond with spirit high&lt;br /&gt;St. Margaret's shall again inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Hymn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, by whose servants&lt;br /&gt;Our school was built of old,&lt;br /&gt;Whose hand hath crowned her children,&lt;br /&gt;With blessings manifold;&lt;br /&gt;For thine unfailing mercies;&lt;br /&gt;Far strewn along our way;&lt;br /&gt;With all who passed before us,&lt;br /&gt;We praise Thy name today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The changeful years unresting,&lt;br /&gt;Their silent course have sped,&lt;br /&gt;New comrades ever bringing,&lt;br /&gt;In comrades' steps to tread;&lt;br /&gt;And some are long forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Long spent their hopes and fears;&lt;br /&gt;Safe rest they in Thy keeping,&lt;br /&gt;Who changest not with years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reap not where they laboured,&lt;br /&gt;We reap what they have sown;&lt;br /&gt;Our harvest may be garnered,&lt;br /&gt;By ages yet unknown;&lt;br /&gt;The days of old have dowered us&lt;br /&gt;With gifts beyond all praise,&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, make us faithful;&lt;br /&gt;To serve and love always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before us and beside us,&lt;br /&gt;Still holden in Thy hand,&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of unseen witness,&lt;br /&gt;Our elder comrade stand;&lt;br /&gt;One family unbroken;&lt;br /&gt;We join with one acclaim,&lt;br /&gt;One heart one voice uplifting,&lt;br /&gt;To glorify Thy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all the tears and laughter and the moments in which the way we behave make us truly and uniquely St.Marg's girls. I'll remember the sweat and tears in track in SMPS, all the childish quarrels, the cold jokes, the lame nicknames, the hot afternoons spent in Mt. Emily Park, the slides, see-saws, the trainings, the huge spiders, the weeds which we had to pluck, the red seeds picked and kept, the hill which we climbed everyday, the same hill which we jogged down talking about Runescape and the sprints up and around, the potato and sausage, the drink-stall auntie, Ms Low, laoshis and so many others!!!&lt;br /&gt;In SMSS, all the a-little-bit-more mature conversations, the still-childish talks about each others crushes, the teacher dramas, the weird encounters with bunks and butches, the after-school mingling and sometimes gossiping, the jamming sessions, the awkward and accidental encounters with seniors, the letter-writings (!!!), the general dislike for auntie phyllis, the love for cheese tofu (!!!), the trips to cluny park, madrina pizza (!!!), lame pranks and tears, the late-night study dates, bullying junior prefects and intimidating them with our oh-so-scary glares, the chinese lessons and movies, sly and sarcastic remarks, the non-existent singing, the cute and funny teachers, the stern teachers, my history group, my seat at the back of the class in sec3, the class gatherings and the oh-so-successful lighting of charcoal at the BBQs, the cam-whoring, the quiet of the mornings, the scramble before tests and whines after them, the day we all went home cos the pipe was busted, the movie dates, how we'll laugh at anything, aHHH there's so many things I'll miss!!! It's like we're all connected and all the same, yet so different! I guess what I'll miss most is the comfort and love )):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-4023917391690530715?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4023917391690530715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/07/st-margarets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4023917391690530715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4023917391690530715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/07/st-margarets.html' title='St. Margaret&apos;s'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-8945185318266863103</id><published>2010-06-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:02:08.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just at an end, with more string on the way...</title><content type='html'>Hey(: I know it's been a real roller coaster ride for us. We're both intense in some ways and in other ways, just plain retarded. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of you since it all happened. As much as I tried to deny it, most of my unforgettable memories and good times in St.Marg's was spent with you. You were the only one in many years that I actually felt a connection with. I really felt I had a bestfriend in you. She didn't even come close to measuring up, but you did. I don't know if you believe me, but those times that we did simple things such as walking to the bustop from starbucks at night in the middle of the road or even just talking about things, they really had an impact on me. For once I felt there was someone I could open up more to.&lt;br /&gt;Then things happened. I don't know specifically, but I think it all happened when she and I patched things up. I'm sorry if you felt insecure in any way or hurt if I'd neglected you, it felt as if you weren't happy that she and I were friends again.&lt;br /&gt;Then Pattawan came back, and you started telling me all the plans and stuff you and her were going to do together like go to the same JC and stuff, - things you'd say you'd do with me, and I was hurt. Then I heard about what you told her (the first "her")  behind my back when she and I weren't talking, and I felt as if I was stabbed in the back. So I pulled the wall back up between us and shut you out. I was so mad, I couldn't believe you'd do that to me.&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's all over. Thanks for doing what you did. That was brave and kind of you. In many ways, I look up to you. I'm sorry for all the times I've been cold to you. I'm sorry for the times I've listen to others instead of hearing your side of the story. I'm sorry for dumping you for other friends like Dorcas and Joyce. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did, I had no right. I'm sorry for the times I didn't tell you how much I appreciated you. I'm sorry for the times I didn't tell you you made a difference in my life. I'm sorry it turned out like this.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I hope we can still be friends and put all the shit behind us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-8945185318266863103?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8945185318266863103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-at-end-with-more-string-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/8945185318266863103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/8945185318266863103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-at-end-with-more-string-on-way.html' title='just at an end, with more string on the way...'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-1249854532942248392</id><published>2010-06-24T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:32:10.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends.</title><content type='html'>I want a proper best friend. Someone that knows me inside out and who I can confide in. Someone who will be there for me and who I will be there for. Someone who's not fake but genuine and not superficial. Someone who will scold me when I'm wrong and will laugh and cry with me when I'm happy or sad. Someone who will make time and effort for me. I don't think that's much to ask right? I mean, all these things are what friends do. So why is it so hard? Why is life so hard? Why do I have to keep accomodating others and their feelings? Hardly anyone who calls themselves my best friend ever does that for me. Just because I'm at home all day doesn't mean I don't have a life. Maybe it means I enjoy being at home and with my family? And I'm not home all day at all, I do hang out with friends - at least those who care enough. So those who don't care can just get out of my life and stop being so melodramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-1249854532942248392?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1249854532942248392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1249854532942248392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1249854532942248392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends.'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-8867111148770902599</id><published>2010-06-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:40:56.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you...</title><content type='html'>I think it's me. Really. Or is it just you? Omgsh I don't know. Like, what's with all the sly bitching and snide remarks on facebook? It's fine if you're so bored with life that you have to read my wall for your miserable entertainment but do you really have to comment and add all your lame remarks and "jokes"? I don't give a damn about your two-cents worth...Do you not have anything to do with life? After a while, it's just not funny anymore. I can't believe that after everything, you're still the same. People never change, do they? You're still so self-obsessed and sadistic after everything the 4 of us went through. I think they only reason you're doing this to me is because I'm the only one who doesn't give a shit about you and your woes but yet I'm also the only one you can depend on when you need help. So that's why you're so two-faced and hypocritical. What, just because you keep emphasising to everyone about your family and parents in particular, you think people will sympathise with you? It gets really old... Now I'm not even sure if what you claim is even true! And I'm not pining for your worthless attention. All you care is yourself. When I want to hang out, you make up crappy excuses and go off with your other best friend to study at starbucks. I don't even consider you a good friend. You're not even NEAR "friend". You probably don't even know the meaning of the word. You're just funny. That's all. And when you don't have anyone to go with you look for me? Dream on. I'm not going to be at your beck and call. Looking back at it now, I really regret being your friend again. You're not worth it. Just carry on doing what you're doing and you'll soon realise that at the end of it all, you'll have no one at your side, because whether you like it or not, people can actually see behind those eyelashes, cute poses and smiles. You're plain plastic and like my brother says, you're just an attention-seeker. There's nothing real in you... Maybe there is, but I'm not going to wait around for it because I don't think the real you is going to materialise anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-8867111148770902599?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8867111148770902599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/8867111148770902599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/8867111148770902599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-you.html' title='Just you...'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-1451010162820393235</id><published>2010-04-01T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T05:46:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I realise I haven't been posting hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;So here's a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;1. Got into ACJC&lt;br /&gt;2. Igagasi ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Class is 1SC3 (subject combi is BCME)&lt;br /&gt;4. Classmates rock! Jovine, Juliana, Judith, Janine and many many more hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;5. Got into Hockey(: got a really cool stick! hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;6. Juliana and I have the same 2 eye candies, but one of them is too short for her but just nice for me so she can't have him (but that doesn't mean I'm short kay!!!) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;7. Had BBQ with 4E4!!! Made friends with some really funny, lame and nice ITE guys and Girl(:&lt;br /&gt;8. Had 1SC3 BBQ. Epic failure...&lt;br /&gt;9. Daniel's birthday party cum OG outing. Epic failure...&lt;br /&gt;10. Fun-o-rama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I've learnt a lot in these 3 months...&lt;br /&gt;Friends... I've learnt which of them don't give a shit and which of them care with their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate people who expect others to make the first move and always want to be on the receiving end... I mean, of course I do that, but with people I'm not close to. but if we're so close, it means you matter to me or else i won't give a shit. so is it so hard to pick up the phone or text me to ask me out? why do i always have to be the one who makes the effort and get turned down because of your lame and groundless excuses? And when you DO ask me out, it's because you need me to accompany you or no one else is free. but when i can't make it, you make such a big hoo-ha about it and say that i always don't have time for you. grow up. one day, you're gonna wake up and realise that there's no one else at your side. you don't treat friends as disposables and chuck them aside and used them as and when you want...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why i don't want to care anymore. Because it hurts. It hurts so bad to be the one who always gets rejected for your other "friends" when i've always been by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's good we're apart. I can start over...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-1451010162820393235?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1451010162820393235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-i-realise-i-havent-been-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1451010162820393235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1451010162820393235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/04/haha-i-realise-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-7843911887346933648</id><published>2010-01-13T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T15:49:26.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;Got back O's results on Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Just submitted the JAE application...AAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;NONO!!! Trust God. It was so divine that on Tuesday, I was so nervous about wanting to take the safer path that I just looked at the physical angles. I was set on it. I wanted the other path, but I figured it was too risky. But on Tuesday night, I went to Pastor Lawrence Khong's exposition on the book of Romans and surprisingly and devastatingly divine and a little bit eerie, the lesson's title was "Faith to Faith"!&lt;br /&gt;Nearing the end, he prayed for faith and while he did that, Mummy was like looking at me with the "I told you so" espression. haha! So I guess God was trying to tell me to TRUST him and not to focus on the things of this world but on the supernatural things that God wants to bless me with! So, whatever the consequences, I will trust God because He will make my path straight! ((:&lt;br /&gt;I love mummy!!! She has always been there for me, tolerating my nonsense and still loving me despite the times that I snapped at her. Me and my temper... I'm sorry Mummy)): I'll try to change!!! hehe((: Thank You Lord for MUMMY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-7843911887346933648?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7843911887346933648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/7843911887346933648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/7843911887346933648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-6103746633939556672</id><published>2009-12-12T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T06:35:31.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate chip cookies!!!</title><content type='html'>hahas...&lt;br /&gt;haven't blogged for a while, hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;haven been slacking a lot recently...&lt;br /&gt;i have been loner-ish, occasionally going to lunch with Sindhya and a camp with others.&lt;br /&gt;the camp sucked... for ONCE i was ENTHU, but the rest had to burst my bubble and was being irritating... haix. Even a vvvvvoman in her thirties can act like a selfish jc-er or poly-er, claiming all the credit or just ordering others around when she herself was off to play with some baby...&lt;br /&gt;ironic eh? sometimes peoples' age don't correspond with their behavior...&lt;br /&gt;haix.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! for once, i painted my nails BLACK!!! gosh, i got the weirdest feeling just looking at BLACK nails on MY FINGERS! wooots! hahas(: the whole dorm smelt like a manicure parlour (how to spell?)... all thanks to valerie(!) hahas(: it was a cool experience that motivated the purchase of my VERY OWN BLACK nail polish! cheers!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... decided to bake cookies, but they all turned out either over-baked or under-baked)): not surprising coming from someone who flunked f&amp;amp;n... so somehow inspired by my lousy baking, koko decided to bake cookies too (copy cat!) and his turned out NICER than mine!!! GASSSPPPP!!! A guy did better than me in F&amp;amp;N??? haha. he even proudly reminded me of his A1 in f&amp;amp;n. whatever lo! i'll just eat all of his yummy cookies! hehes((:&lt;br /&gt;oknk...goodnight everybody! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-6103746633939556672?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6103746633939556672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/12/chocolate-chip-cookies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/6103746633939556672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/6103746633939556672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/12/chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='chocolate chip cookies!!!'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-3554597251809318235</id><published>2009-11-07T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:35:04.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to cut my hair today!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;it feels more manageable now! yippeee!&lt;br /&gt;When i was at the hairdresser's,&lt;br /&gt;i picked up a magazine, flipped randomly&lt;br /&gt;and came to this article about fake friends.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;so it was about all these one-sided friendships that&lt;br /&gt;made me go "YahYAHHHH!!! she was like that man!"&lt;br /&gt;lols(:&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm gonna put all the rubbish into the bin&lt;br /&gt;and walk away! (:&lt;br /&gt;another chapter of my life is gonna begin, so i'm not gonna&lt;br /&gt;let things of the past get in the way((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-3554597251809318235?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3554597251809318235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-cut-my-hair-today-it-feels-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/3554597251809318235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/3554597251809318235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-to-cut-my-hair-today-it-feels-more.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-4808793913883961753</id><published>2009-11-06T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:42:35.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot calling the kettle black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yoyo! Os are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehes((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only MT paper 1&amp;amp;2, Bio and Chem paper 1! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I cannot wait! ((: teehhee! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hm... Don't know what i should do after Os...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Work? Play? Study? boo. i hate indecision....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to Penin today. Funfun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haix. this is the last post i'm gonna write about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after that, you're just not worth it to me any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so anyway, i don't know what is it that you're trying to prove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with all your shit and all, it all just proves my point that you're just plain shallow and insecure. i guess if you don't know that friendship is a two- way thing, all your friendships will just end up the same way- shallow, superficial and just pitiful. i'm glad it's all ending. i just wanna start afresh, without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-4808793913883961753?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4808793913883961753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pot-calling-kettle-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4808793913883961753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4808793913883961753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/11/pot-calling-kettle-black.html' title='Pot calling the kettle black'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-4788099530592442767</id><published>2009-08-28T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:35:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't ever be the same</title><content type='html'>I seriously hate drama...&lt;br /&gt;Today didn't go well...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you're just so complicated... You just keep chirping and I just guess I'll never know when you really mean what you say... Like, what's your point?...&lt;br /&gt;It's just the vibe I keep getting... Like you're purposely doing what you do to hurt me. It just confirms the impression I have that you're a coward. You don't dare to come out and tell me what the hell is wrong with you or us, but you use these cheap methods to help you let off some steam. If you think I'm cold, then ask yourself why I can get along just fine with other people who are just as close to me as you... It's just something that you have to figure out yourself. What I feel is that you have a self-pity mentality... Like you whine that others are just so mean and cold towards you and that you don't know what's wrong with them and what's their problem, but you never stop to think that maybe you're the one who just reads too deep into every single action and make a drama out of it. It's not as if I started labellling. you were the one who labelled it. I never felt that way from the start... You were just a friend. what. you don't care about me? Like hell I care about you. and I'm selfish because I didn't do ___?. okaayy... So now a friend is rated on how much she gives materially? she's rated on her reponses to your pointless comments and remarks? she's rated on how much she goes out with you? She's rated on how much she changes because of you? I feel like I'm losing who I am. I feel like I was never like this. I never saw things in this perspective. maybe it's time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sam came to my class during recess and we just started talking about life and all the drama and just the latest stuff going on. And in the middle of it all, i started to realise that this is how it used to be. When life was less drama and more carefree. I really miss Sam. We seriously had lots in common and everything was just so comfortable. Now, it's like i feel so tense and jittery half the time. It shouldn't be this way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-4788099530592442767?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4788099530592442767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-wont-ever-be-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4788099530592442767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4788099530592442767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-wont-ever-be-same.html' title='It won&apos;t ever be the same'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-3459674911164730594</id><published>2009-08-21T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:06:37.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know what you want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm tired. like seriously, mentally exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;it's just like a never-ending race. i know the end is near, but i just can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;it gets harder with every step.&lt;br /&gt;i forget. i just can't seem to remember. maybe forgetting is good.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just forget eveything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a new day with you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i have to be sensitive of your moods and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm stepping on eggshells around you.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like you expect me to centre my life around you.&lt;br /&gt;things like shifting a table makes me think of all the 'politics',&lt;br /&gt;wondering how you'd react or think.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like you expect everyone else to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's to give you a sense of security to know that you're wanted.&lt;br /&gt;and you wonder why she hasn't called you in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;she's probably tired of always making the first move and waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to take the initiative... just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't like it when i hang out with other people.&lt;br /&gt;my life doesn't revolve around you.&lt;br /&gt;and yet you can hang out with her. and you obviously know i don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;and you say nothing's going on.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm supposed to come running back and wrap myself around&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you don't feel as if you can trust other people or there isn't anyone who understands you.&lt;br /&gt;but don't you stop to think that maybe it's just that you don't open up?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're just building an invisible wall that you expect people to break through.&lt;br /&gt;and when they don't, you're peeved because you feel no one is capable of understanding what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put on a fake smile, a fake act. when're you going to let people in?&lt;br /&gt;it's just sad you think too much.&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that you wallow in self-pity and feel miserable, -and that's all you do.&lt;br /&gt;and yet, when she worries for you, you get pissed at her for interfering.&lt;br /&gt;you don't know what you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-3459674911164730594?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/3459674911164730594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-know-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/3459674911164730594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/3459674911164730594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-dont-know-what-you-want.html' title='You don&apos;t know what you want...'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-1366239599913420795</id><published>2009-08-03T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T03:25:54.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a freak show</title><content type='html'>hahas(: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no matter what, there'll always be ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess God is trying to teach me to love people...&lt;br /&gt;But it's really hard.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't expect people to love me, so I don't love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;hahas(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUUTTT,...&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to really LOVE 4e4!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can be excessively high and everyone else will be high with you&lt;br /&gt;and there's no such thing as being 'pai-seh'!&lt;br /&gt;it's such a comfortable environment!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jane was suddenly high!&lt;br /&gt;It's such a big difference from last year where she was as quiet as a mouse...&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going to miss 4e4 :(&lt;br /&gt;like, when everyone is getting closer, we all have to part :(&lt;br /&gt;damn... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyooo...&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I would'nt touch the computer...&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AM I DOING?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-1366239599913420795?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1366239599913420795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-freak-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1366239599913420795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/1366239599913420795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-freak-show.html' title='Life&apos;s a freak show'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-2953437578098081631</id><published>2009-07-24T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:50:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Once again, I feel like a tissue paper... it seriously sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not dispensible man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm like the rebound man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I mean, I'm human right? I feel these things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;After trying to make it work, I felt it was doing something good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but after she came back, I feel like you're saying " okay thanks JacQ, you can go now, byebye! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why is the world full of such people? grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;JacQ, learn to forgive... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe it's God's way of drawing me back to him... or so says Mummy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love that woman. haix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it's happened before, God made my physical world crash and die, just so that I would realise how much I need Him in my life. I just wish I would stop straying. 'Cos the coming back is always hard and confusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I love Sarah Teng man!!! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;After getting back my bio revision test 2 paper that day, I was feeling kind of stressed because my marks keep fluctuating... So she told me to just leave it all to God, and she passed me this sermon disc the very next day((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;hehe((: THANK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want my soul to sing to Him. It somehow is distracted by the world. I'm losing myself. I'm slipping further and further away from who I used to me. I want to be like how I used to be. Why did I have to change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Soul Sings- Delirious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open my eyes and see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wonderful mystery of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falling into you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and drawn to the gravity of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're standing still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a moment of eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where worlds collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i feel the breath of heaven over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul sings &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul sings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul sings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i love you    x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;open my eyes and see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wonderful mystery of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i start and end with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm drawn to the gravity of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Stand- Hillsongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you stood before creation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eternity in your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you spoke the earth into motion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul now to stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you stood before my failure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;carried the cross for my shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my sin weighed upon your shoulders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul now to stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what could i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what could i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but offer this heart oh God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;completely to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'll walk upon salvation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your spirit alive in me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this life to declare your promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul now to stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what could i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what could i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i offer this heart oh God &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;completely to you                    x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'll stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with arms high and heart abandoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in awe of the one who gave it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'll stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my soul Lord to you surrendered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i am is yours                              x5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what could i say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what could i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but offer this heart oh God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;completely to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-2953437578098081631?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2953437578098081631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-again-i-feel-like-tissue-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/2953437578098081631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/2953437578098081631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/once-again-i-feel-like-tissue-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-6550509543716514874</id><published>2009-07-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:01:47.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hellos people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually typed outmy entry on microsoft word 2007, but it can't seem to get pasted here -.-"... tsktsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so, i'll just type out the more "important" stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today, Mummy woke up really early!!! which is really surprising cos she's kinda like a sleepyhead((: then she came to my room and reminded me to remember to put money in my wallet and to remember to take my ez-link card and all... so sweet right?! hhahas(: then i showed her how i change into my uniform without stripping off my shirt, and for some reason, she found that hilarious!!! HAHA! i love my Mummy eaehhh... &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the book "Down River" by John Hart is really good but sad!!! (: it's about this guy, Adam, whose stepmother testified that she saw him killing some guy... but during court, they couldn't find any evidence so he was found 'not-guilty',but for some reason, his father believed his wife and not his son and then he kinda kicked Adam out of the house!!! :( so sad right?! haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;go read it!!! it's available at the school library!!! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the school library has been getting new books reccently... and the books are really good! BRAVO school library!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today in english, Mdm Suhana showed the show "Jane Erye"... EWW!!! the stroy is okayy... but the kissing scenes between Jane Erye and Edward Rochester was just plain... WRONG!!! eeehhh... they should have picked more compatable casts... Uugeh,... but they show is still nice oknk!!! go watch the one on youtube!!!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-6550509543716514874?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/6550509543716514874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/6550509543716514874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/6550509543716514874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html' title='BOO'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1098722428607940276.post-4668313122132278601</id><published>2009-07-12T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:47:17.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOS</title><content type='html'>Hello WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been what, a couple of years since I had a blog?&lt;br /&gt;hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this one doesn't die a slow death like the others did... :O&lt;br /&gt;LOLS!OKNK!&lt;br /&gt;I had this sudden urge to get a blog... S0 here I am, Blogging! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to church with Mummy and Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny...&lt;br /&gt;When the sermon started, Pastor Khong started to talk about something, so I think my mental clock decided it was sleep time(!), so I went to sleeep ((: hehe(: -.-" I vaguely recall Mummy nudging me awake, but I guess I ignored her :O hahs((: and went back to sleep((: (I know it's not good to sleep during sermon, but as they say, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak! ((: ) then suddenly my head lunged forward ( cos it was doing that nodding thing) so obviously I HAD to wake up... and guess what? Pastor hadn't even started on his usual 3-points after preaching for FORTY MINUTES!!! and he actually started preaching about 5mins after i woke up! Ain't God's timing GREAT?! ((: hehe(: so I listened to the sermon, and it was about drawing the line. It was really "enlightening" (: cos like nowadays, many of us do things that conform to the expectations of this world even if it's not right. The 3 points were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(1) Please GOD and not MEN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Daniel3,  king Nebuchadnezzar threw the 3 Jews Shadrach, Mashach and Abednego into the furnace cos they refused to bow down to his statue. This shows that even though they were commanded by the most powerful man on Earth at that time, they chose to please God and not bow to any other gods or thing. WOW!!! Cool right? we are accountable to GOD, not man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(2)Personal knowledge of God's greatness and goodness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in verse 17,they said to KingNeb,"&lt;em&gt;if we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescueus from your hand, O king.&lt;/em&gt;" And true enough, God REALLY DID save them!!! They knew full well that God would do something to save them. It's amazing to think that he guards who threw them into the furnace were burnt to death, but they were place INSIDE the furnace (which was heated 7 more times than it should have been heated) escaped unharmed and unscathed!!!  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;(3)Paying the price for OBEDIENCE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 3 Jews were perpared for the slight possibility that God would not save them. but they still refused to bow to that statue. They had the "If I die, I die" mentality. and God rewarded their obedience!!! ((; Matthew 16:25-26 says "&lt;em&gt;For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will gain it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world , yet forfeits his soul?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so AWESOME!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;oh, by the way, the tagboard entry&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; about me not needing comfort was because in the original blogskin template, the 'title' for the tagboard was " i need some comfort" then i decided to change it to "i need some sleep" hehe(: in case y'all were wondering why there's a sudden comment about me and comfort... hehe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GaHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the half-blood prince is coming out NEXT THURSDAY!!! OH MY GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe((: I managed to sweet-talk my brother into going with me... hehe(: he refused to "da-gou-gou" (the locking of the pinkies signalling a promise) with me though.... but he said oknk. i hope we go!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FEAR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh what I would do to have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the kind of faith it takes to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;climb out of this boat I'm in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;onto the crashing waves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to step out of my comfort zone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;into the realm of the unknown where Jesus is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he's holding out his hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminding me of all the times i tried before and failed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the waves they keep on telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time and time again boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh what i would do to have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with just a sling and a stone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shaking in their armour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing they'd had the strength to stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminding me of all the times I treid before and failed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the giants keeps on telling me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time and time again boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the stone was just they right size&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to take the giant down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the waves don't seem so high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I'm standing on top of them looking down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would soar with the wings of eagles' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i could just ignore the sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the waves and the giants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the waves and the giants in my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, you've not given me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a spirit of fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but of power and of love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and of sound mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so from now on i won't let the tempter's lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn my eyes away from the prize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you have set before me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you have set before me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is just so nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;Right? RIGHT???!!! AMEN! hehe(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1098722428607940276-4668313122132278601?l=greenbrushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/feeds/4668313122132278601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4668313122132278601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1098722428607940276/posts/default/4668313122132278601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenbrushes.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos.html' title='HELLOS'/><author><name>jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14701110728167842196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
