<?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-4205746431229221583</id><updated>2011-09-08T11:04:34.264+08:00</updated><category term='-'/><title type='text'>Freiheit zur Liebe</title><subtitle type='html'>Travel around the world with Juniper
-Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp, Poland, 2009-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2819957786284236881</id><published>2010-11-25T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:52:52.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take That- The Flood</title><content type='html'>Standing on the edge of forever &lt;br /&gt;at the start of whatever &lt;br /&gt;shouting love at the World. &lt;br /&gt;Back then we were like cavemen &lt;br /&gt;but we met the moon and the stars &lt;br /&gt;then we forgave them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet you where the lights are &lt;br /&gt;the defenders of the faith we are &lt;br /&gt;where the thunder turns around &lt;br /&gt;they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know no-one dies in these love drowned eyes &lt;br /&gt;through our love drowned eyes &lt;br /&gt;we'll watch you sleep tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;we were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;We were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;they said we'd never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathin' but none of us leavin' &lt;br /&gt;wash your mouth son or you'll find yourself floatin' home &lt;br /&gt;Here we come now on a dark star &lt;br /&gt;seeing demons not what we are &lt;br /&gt;tiny minds and eager hands will try to strike &lt;br /&gt;but now we'll last the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-flood-lyrics-take-that.html ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's progress now where there once was not &lt;br /&gt;where there once was not &lt;br /&gt;then everything came along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;we were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;There was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;now they'll never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;there was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;We were holding back the flood &lt;br /&gt;they said we'd never dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will meet you where the lights are &lt;br /&gt;the defenders of the faith we are &lt;br /&gt;when the thunder turns around &lt;br /&gt;they'll run so hard we'll tear the ground away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although no-one understood &lt;br /&gt;there was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;learning how to dance the rain. &lt;br /&gt;There was more of them than us &lt;br /&gt;now they'll never dance again &lt;br /&gt;now we'll never dance again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2819957786284236881?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2819957786284236881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2819957786284236881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2819957786284236881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2819957786284236881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-that-flood.html' title='Take That- The Flood'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6630531671539691988</id><published>2010-11-24T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:17:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOy703ZHnQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JJkM8NZy2qQ/s1600/Johnny_Depp080612003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOy703ZHnQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JJkM8NZy2qQ/s320/Johnny_Depp080612003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543011758283136258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice eh? Johnny Depp showing how good classy gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6630531671539691988?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6630531671539691988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6630531671539691988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6630531671539691988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6630531671539691988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/uhmm.html' title='Uhmm..'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOy703ZHnQI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JJkM8NZy2qQ/s72-c/Johnny_Depp080612003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3112139517093758822</id><published>2010-11-23T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T12:55:53.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And while we're young..</title><content type='html'>"Damn the work",&lt;br /&gt;"Damn the school",&lt;br /&gt;"Damn that b****",&lt;br /&gt;"Damn the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of us these days,&lt;br /&gt;Are changing so much, that they make us pay,&lt;br /&gt;With happiness, joy and peace, &lt;br /&gt;In return for a bloody and angsty disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel life owes us something,&lt;br /&gt;Or the world has too many faults that keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;At times its like our parents dont stop nagging,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we even resort to some begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a hoot about the cleaners,&lt;br /&gt;Or bother to give a smile to our neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;We complain of aunties on the train,&lt;br /&gt;But little do we know our efforts are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For youth these days are brave and strong,&lt;br /&gt;But I am sure something has gone very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;We've forgotten that maybe, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Of our position in this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For youths are not gifts to this world,&lt;br /&gt;But instead it should be vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;The world and all in it is a gift to us,&lt;br /&gt;And we should be appreciating it with our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the complaints of the air-con being too hot,&lt;br /&gt;Or the work that i have to submit by through the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about how the food is too cold,&lt;br /&gt;Enough about how our parents dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll come a day when we grow old,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll look back and see how we grew mould,&lt;br /&gt;On our brains, characters and soul when we were young,&lt;br /&gt;Because we wasted our time doing things that didnt help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're young,&lt;br /&gt;We've got this power.&lt;br /&gt;Of bursting energy, love,&lt;br /&gt;And passion like no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're young, &lt;br /&gt;These things must be put,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else in this world,&lt;br /&gt;For greater love, peace and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I hope that youths will see. That maybe our lives are better than we make them out to be. Put the energy we waste everyday, into something youthful, for joy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3112139517093758822?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3112139517093758822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3112139517093758822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3112139517093758822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3112139517093758822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-while-were-young.html' title='And while we&apos;re young..'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2883949662685334595</id><published>2010-11-22T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:50:35.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I a Christian?</title><content type='html'>No secret, I am a Christian. Proud to say it, Love to be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess, the question I should ask myself and why some of you may be asking,is, why? What made me become a Christian, and what makes me remain as one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info. will be presented first of course, heheh. I am a Fourth-Generation Christian, and was born to parents who are Christians. So i was pretty much exposed to the Word since I was born. Of course, being born into a Christian family does not make me a Christian, because the issue of religion is obviously not like the issue of race. You don't inherit Christianity; you seek it. I would say I accepted the Lord when i was 7 years old. Before that I believed in Jesus and all, but I never really committed it entirely. Even if I did from 0-7 years old, i dont think i would have meant it whole-heartedly because i was so small anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too complex to list it down clearly and in a "structure". So i'll just rant on and on-like i usually do. Firstly, I need God. In times of trouble, God has proven to be a source of strength, and everlasting one, for that matter. There is not much strength in my character, if you ask me, but when I choose to rely on God, I feel a deep sense of assurance and courage I don't get elsewhere. The concept of God is one where there is this Super, Mighty and All-Powerful being that exists. To know that there is this God sooooo powerful, that he can move the mountains when He wants to, is the most assuring feeling on this planet, on in the universe for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weak, tired and down, I can restore my strength in the Lord. For non-christians, they may seem all gibberish. But I can honestly testify that everytime i read the word of God with an open heart and am willing to let God take my troubles off my shoulders and help me along, I feel rejuvenated, refreshed. It is to the extent that even physical tiredness can disappear into thin air. yes, the spirit is indeed more powerful than the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder to myself, for people with no religion- How do they survive? Nothing on this earth can give a person the strength required to overcome all troubles in the world. So sometimes, i do admire non-christians for their strength in character. But of course, I still maintain the belief that God and Jesus exists. Because our maker exists, we just cannot turn away from Him. It's like turning away from your parents- you're just not supposed to do it. It's not about right and wrong anymore. It's just totally not what humans should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course people ask me how I know God is real. I'm a person that will not stand for something I don't believe in. But yes, I'm convicted God is real. And He's watching me write this now, and definitely watching you when you read this. I've felt God. In campFREE two years ago, during the final day of worship, as everyone was praying and worshipping, and the Holy Spirit was moving, I knew God touched my heart that night. I couldn't stop crying, and I just wept on the floor. Because it was as if..I don't know why i cried. It's just that when you're in God's prescence you are in awe of his majesty, and just in awe of Him. And you feel guilty too, because you know all the wrongs you have done. And as I cried, I just felt a great longing for the Lord. I don't know if it was a vision, but when I cried, I remember I saw a door. And the Lord told me, to open it. It was the door to a life with Him, for Him and through him. That night comes to my mind occasionally, and that love that He showered upon me that night confirmed to me one thing- that the Lord is real, and He lives within His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is more than belief. It is more than trust. People can come up to me and tell me and reason to me, with questions like ," why are htere still natural disasters?" "why are some christians murderers?" or "why does God allow evil?".. but I still choose to believe, because I feel the Lord in me. I know He is real. And this belief and faith is the most amazing feeling and conviction one can ever hope for in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to think "logically". that means I use to reason with myself, on why God was true. For example, the notion of perfection in us, imperfect humans, means that there must be something perfect in the universe, because nothinng on earth is perfect and yet we understand perfection. So that means there is a God. I also used to reason with things like the Earth can't just happen and exist and thus there must be a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i've learnt that sometimes reasoning leads you no where. Non-Christians can reason and put Christianity down with all arguments (which i think is necessary if they really want to explore the idea of Christianity), but at the end of the day, the question all of us must ask ourselves, is whether any of those arguments or concepts that we speak of has made us fulfilled and satisfied with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on this earth will satisfy humans. No material wealth can bring eternal joy. That is another reason why I believe in God. Only He can satisfy my soul. I'm not saying i don't complain and what not, because I still have human nature in me. But when I worship the Lord and am praying, sometimes I just have this feeling that I don't ever want to let go of the Bible, that I just wanna find the Lord and fall into his arms, and stay with Him forever. Has anything else made me feel this way? No. ONly the Lord can satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you satisfied with your life? If no, then do you think that if I give you a million dollars now, you will be satisfied? What if I gave you 10 wishes for anything in the world. What can you wish for to make you satisfied, eternally satisfied and fulfilled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are satisfied, then I would like to ask, where do you think you'll go after life on earth? Do we just vapourise into thin air? Does life just end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For non-christians, the notion of vaporising into thin air may sound pretty right. But no one can deny that we have souls. The issue of morality, why all humans  (at least most) have a conscience, and why we fell happiness, guilt, blah blah.. &lt;br /&gt;It's because we have feelings. And do feeligns just come from the brain? It can't! It comes from the soul too. There must be something that is not matter, inside us, that makes us different from animals. If that is the case, then when we die, our soul has to go somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm sending my soul to heaven. And on that day when I stand in God's prescence, I will smile and rejoice like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't imagine not being a Christian. How can I put behind a God who doesn't need me, but yet still is willing to love me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a Christian? &lt;br /&gt;Ans: God is real, and He lives in me. I know it, I feel Him, and I can't stop this belief. He loves me more than anyone can ever love me. What more can I ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2883949662685334595?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2883949662685334595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2883949662685334595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2883949662685334595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2883949662685334595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-am-i-christian.html' title='Why am I a Christian?'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-776582460650142360</id><published>2010-11-20T12:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T12:50:20.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my favourite photos from PROM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQgLciC_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/FY_ynjRl2aQ/s1600/IMG_2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQgLciC_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/FY_ynjRl2aQ/s320/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541486380261182450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQfvFc78I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Rol3mH0YoVo/s1600/IMG_2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQfvFc78I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Rol3mH0YoVo/s320/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541486372648185794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQfVDSkKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Xi7cFlDJOV8/s1600/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQfVDSkKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Xi7cFlDJOV8/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541486365659795618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQe-S7FUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/i33-hBkbMgU/s1600/IMG_2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQe-S7FUI/AAAAAAAAA4I/i33-hBkbMgU/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541486359551350082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPYQ5D0lI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nH3rC_IaN0E/s1600/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPYQ5D0lI/AAAAAAAAA4A/nH3rC_IaN0E/s320/IMG_2580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541485144772432466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPYP6KkaI/AAAAAAAAA34/6z_1m8KBVQA/s1600/IMG_2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPYP6KkaI/AAAAAAAAA34/6z_1m8KBVQA/s320/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541485144508633506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPXnBFI-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/KwwQD9VwQOs/s1600/IMG_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPXnBFI-I/AAAAAAAAA3w/KwwQD9VwQOs/s320/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541485133531784162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPXe4yPpI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ET5pNWlXP1Q/s1600/IMG_2515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPXe4yPpI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ET5pNWlXP1Q/s320/IMG_2515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541485131349507730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPW8Hiq8I/AAAAAAAAA3g/f2W-RaLGUX4/s1600/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdPW8Hiq8I/AAAAAAAAA3g/f2W-RaLGUX4/s320/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541485122016160706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdM1ZJEyII/AAAAAAAAA3Y/hxSpgffE71k/s1600/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdMzdUEBsI/AAAAAAAAA3A/k-YJexnm-d4/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541482313428502210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdMzOeKvoI/AAAAAAAAA24/i5DOIj0oVdw/s1600/IMG_2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdMzOeKvoI/AAAAAAAAA24/i5DOIj0oVdw/s320/IMG_2456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541482309444353666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-776582460650142360?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/776582460650142360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=776582460650142360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/776582460650142360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/776582460650142360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-of-my-favourite-photos-from-prom.html' title='Some of my favourite photos from PROM!'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TOdQgLciC_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/FY_ynjRl2aQ/s72-c/IMG_2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-931836277550726574</id><published>2010-11-13T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T00:34:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuberance beyond measure</title><content type='html'>My O' LEVELS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWAHHOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-931836277550726574?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/931836277550726574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=931836277550726574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/931836277550726574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/931836277550726574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/exuberance-beyond-measure.html' title='Exuberance beyond measure'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1929105381248127549</id><published>2010-11-04T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:28:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARBEIT MACHT FREI</title><content type='html'>As you can see folks, I've changed my picture once again. This time the above picture is from my trip to Poland last year, where we drove from Warsaw all the way to Berlin in Germany by bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arbeit Macht Frei", the words on the entrance of the Auschwitz Concentration Camp as shown above, means "Work will make you free" in German.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazis used those words on the entrance to the concentration camps. What encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, after I arrived back in Singapore last year, I think in the first week of December, the sign was still there....BUT later, on the 18th of December it was STOLEN! Apparently the president of Poland called for a state of emergency, because they were afraid of Neo-Nazis doing things. Turned out the thieves were just usual thieves and they cut up the sign into a few pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all's well now. The sign is welded back together and back up on the entrance of this historical graveyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1929105381248127549?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1929105381248127549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1929105381248127549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1929105381248127549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1929105381248127549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/arbeit-macht-frei.html' title='ARBEIT MACHT FREI'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2545917285976010922</id><published>2010-11-01T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:44:04.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now we shall no longer have any fear.</title><content type='html'>Why doubt the Lord? Why doubt myself if the Lord is in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we enter the hall, all we can say is, "I've done my very best for the paper. And all that has been done is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we go in there and try to kick the paper's ass:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord willing,we will do well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2545917285976010922?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2545917285976010922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2545917285976010922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2545917285976010922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2545917285976010922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-we-shall-no-longer-have-any-fear.html' title='Now we shall no longer have any fear.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5837142068574599761</id><published>2010-10-29T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:17:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Pretty ah</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel that great now. Amath was good although I already made one error which was very careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem felt weird. I don't know Section B... I just... It's pissing cause a lot of the chapters I focused on in prelims and what not, came out as the easy questions in Section A. And then..sigh. I don't know, I've just got marks minused here and there already. Maybe 5-8? I don't know. Kinda messed up English too, had a few spelling errors that I saw but didn't have time to change. Various things in math that I wish didn't happen also popped up that kinda pisses me off. I mean, I'm just afraid that I don't get my 6 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me paranoid, call me Ms. Over-worry. But I'm the kind of person that does better when the paper is difficult. When its easier, I'll make mistakes that most people don't make. And its just..scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the soul searching part comes- Should I not just be entrusting everything to God? I've been praying a lot recently, yes, exams are a spiritual time. yet, after each paper ends, doubts always creep into my heart. 1 week has passed, and there's still 2 more. Seems endless, And I'm worried all the same as I was just yesterday, the day before..... and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God listens. I know he does. He's been giving me peace these past few days. But doubt keeps creeping back in once in a while. And its difficult. Difficult to keep the faith that REGARDLESS OF THE RESULTS, its all part of HIS PLAN. I've worked hard for the past..1..okay maybe 2, okay forget it, I admit-10 years. (yes i've been a mugger since p1). So i worry. Worry that I wont get 6 A1s. But somehow, I must TRUST that He knows what He is doing. He knows what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels pretty damn bad when you feel like you ain't that smart after all and when you feel lousier because you know you're doubting God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God, I love Him so much. I know it now greater than I ever did before, because I just like reading His word over and over again. I just like singing his songs. It's like He's here watching all the time. And yet I still fail to follow and keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be another mad weekend of studying and rushing out geog, physics and history. this O' Levels means a damn hell a lot to me. And honestly? I feel pretty much a failure already, as in not literally. Just dissapointed with the mistakes I make. For all the hard work I and my teachers have put in, and I do.. WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then a hero comes along..with the strength to carry on.." That's from the song, "Hero" By Mariah Carey. I want my hero to be Jesus. To bring me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put my faith in God, that WHATEVER happens, there is a reason. And at the end of the day, all these things don't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Question is how far will I go into His Love? how far will I throw my worries upon him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pslams 48:14&lt;br /&gt;"For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to trust because He's right here with His arms wide open, just waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5837142068574599761?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5837142068574599761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5837142068574599761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5837142068574599761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5837142068574599761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/pretty-pretty-ah.html' title='Pretty Pretty ah'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4479431789678076510</id><published>2010-10-26T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:39:46.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith to soar</title><content type='html'>Father Lord I come today,&lt;br /&gt;Before your feet to kneel and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like time is slipping by,&lt;br /&gt;So fast, so quick that I can't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so foreign,&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so much of a concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've put in everything,&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't know a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is tired,&lt;br /&gt;And my soul weary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet God, I will put my faith in your holy name,&lt;br /&gt;For it is true that Lord you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save the broken,&lt;br /&gt;To heal the blind, &lt;br /&gt;And most of all to stay by our side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God,&lt;br /&gt;and i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than ever before,&lt;br /&gt;More than I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God I put my trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow know you'll bring me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anymore than a human can do,&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, I know you'll pull me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring comfort to my tired soul,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow make me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God,&lt;br /&gt;And I need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the faith to soar,&lt;br /&gt;On wings of eagles like never before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4479431789678076510?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4479431789678076510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4479431789678076510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>It hasn't always been this way&lt;br /&gt;I remember brighter days&lt;br /&gt;Before the dark ones came&lt;br /&gt;Stole my mind&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped my soul in chains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I live among the dead&lt;br /&gt;Fighting voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;Hoping someone hears me crying in the night&lt;br /&gt;And carries me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free of the chains holding me&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there hearing me?&lt;br /&gt;Set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning breaks another day&lt;br /&gt;Finds me crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All alone with my demons I am&lt;br /&gt;Who is this man that comes my way?&lt;br /&gt;The dark ones shriek&lt;br /&gt;They scream His name&lt;br /&gt;Is this the One they say will set the captives free?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the God man passes by&lt;br /&gt;He looks straight through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And darkness cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be free?&lt;br /&gt;Lift your chains&lt;br /&gt;I hold the key&lt;br /&gt;All power on Heav'n and Earth belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are free&lt;br /&gt;You are free&lt;br /&gt;You are free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-At this point, during my study break, i have to say I don't think I'm being tortured enough to see that these are "Dark days". As long as I have a normal life in Singapore, I'm not being tortured cause there's people just struggling out there just to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it's been difficult. Difficult to put a finger on it, but I feel strongly I'm getting complacent. And the problem is, I can't seem to drag myself back into it. More than just losing a momentum, or just bieng lazy. It's like concentration, that characteristic determination of my soul no longer exists. Worse still, it's like I no longer put my God first. It's not "Jesus take it all" anymore. Terrible, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is supposed to be my intensive study period, come on i have less than 2 weeks. But I feel so relaxed, and then that cursed feeling is replaced by apprehension because I'm wondering WHY AM I RELAXED. I know there's work to be done. I know I know. But when i sit down, it's like all that's left is a residue of that initial determination, that competitiveness in my character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. The world can be bums, but why me? i don't want to be a potato couch.I haven't watched TV in 2 weeks, but wasting my time on other things is just as good. Worse still, I actually sit down and study, but end up day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's really relaly really really really frustrating. NO boasting, but it's not a secret I'm expected to get 6As, or 8 for that matter. The world puts that expectation on me, I myself too. Why? simply because I have a potential to do it, because if I put my heart on the task, I can get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, when i re read this paragraph, i realised the damn problem. GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO he is NOT THE PROBLEM. but the thing is, where have I fitted in God in all my plans? I always plan things, and then I ask God to bless my plans..and some more bullshit. When do I ever sit down and look and God and say, God, i'm doing this for you. I want to please you. I want to glorify name. and so God, ust take my plans, do what you want with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause when I'm weak, You make me strong&lt;br /&gt;When I'm blind, You shine Your light on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never get by living on my own ability&lt;br /&gt;How refreshing to know You don't need me&lt;br /&gt;How amazing to find that you want me&lt;br /&gt;So I'll stand on Your truth, and I'll fight with Your strength&lt;br /&gt;Until You bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is playing in my ears now, literally. In my iPod. i know if I don't let God back into this, my life, i may just very screw up the exams and my life thereafter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Freiheit&lt;/span&gt; in God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6987097761761616948?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6987097761761616948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6987097761761616948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6987097761761616948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6987097761761616948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/set-me-free-by-casting-crowns.html' title='Set Me Free, by Casting Crowns'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2881047129443739335</id><published>2010-10-10T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:46:57.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is bright.</title><content type='html'>Romans 5:1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit whom he has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day when I see &lt;br /&gt;         G            D &lt;br /&gt;All that You have for me &lt;br /&gt;        Bm &lt;br /&gt;When I see You face to face &lt;br /&gt;      F#m                A &lt;br /&gt;There surrounded by Your grace &lt;br /&gt;       D &lt;br /&gt;All my fears swept away &lt;br /&gt;       G             D &lt;br /&gt;In the light of Your embrace &lt;br /&gt;           Bm &lt;br /&gt;Where Your love is all I need &lt;br /&gt;    F#m          A &lt;br /&gt;And forever I am free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRE CHORUS 1: &lt;br /&gt;          Em &lt;br /&gt;Where the streets are made of gold &lt;br /&gt;        D/F# &lt;br /&gt;In Your presence healed and whole &lt;br /&gt;        G &lt;br /&gt;Let the songs of heaven rise to You alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life I will stand &lt;br /&gt;Through my joy and my pain &lt;br /&gt;Knowing there's a greater day &lt;br /&gt;There's a hope that never fails &lt;br /&gt;Where Your Name is lifted high &lt;br /&gt;And forever praises rise &lt;br /&gt;For the glory of Your Name &lt;br /&gt;I'm believing for the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the wars and violence cease &lt;br /&gt;All creation lives in peace &lt;br /&gt;Let the songs of heaven &lt;br /&gt;Rise to You alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2881047129443739335?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2881047129443739335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2881047129443739335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2881047129443739335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2881047129443739335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-is-bright.html' title='The end is bright.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-508551449709293791</id><published>2010-10-03T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:44:44.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freiheit zur Liebe- God's words.</title><content type='html'>I have something very interesting to share today. Yes, it's about God. Regardless of your religion, you should really read on, because i think its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks in church have been one of listening, being attentive and finally actually trying to learn something that I will apply in my live. It all started off 2 lessons ago when Uncle Henry told our class that we have a lack of respect for God's word. Then there came the verse about how God will trim off the branches on a tree that does not bear fruit. Not that it was new; but it shoke me. A buck up sign? Maybe. But more of a gentle reminder from my Heavenly Father I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last week, Mervyn(my cell group leader) shared with us about the GOSPEL. Gospel simply put is the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;- the coming of Christ and his death, and the implications and results of this. At the beginning of the lesson, I had said that the GOSPEL to me, was a "testimony of God's love for me, to me." We then went on to watch a video from Rob Bell about this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good news&lt;/span&gt;. He interestingly went on to say that "We are the good news" (he talked a lot more about how he came to this conclusion and everything, but I don't have the time and memory to write everything down). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was just then that I realized he made perfect sense. The good news is a "testimony of God's love for me, to me" (this was my initial definition). Then what happens after I receive the good news? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we, sisters and brothers receive the good news, then we ourselves become the good news. If we have God's love in our hearts, then are we not ourselves now the "testimony of God's love for the world, to the world". Do you understand what I mean? It just hit me- that this good news the Lord has for me, is not just a piece of script, it's not just about accepting Jesus. It's also about it translating into the lives of us, christians, till we become this living testimony, till we become this powerful gospel that will bring others to our God, and then manifest the good news, this gospel, among more and more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the gospel brings peace and joy to believers, and some unbelievers. How then can I, a sinful creature carry the goodnews and be a living gospel? It's not possible technically, because I am bound to sin, I am bound to make mistakes. These mistakes may hinder unbelievers from coming to Christ. But yet, I must, I must somehow strive to be the living testimony that my Father has called me to be. And honestly after the lesson I still didn't know how just my life alone, could and can be the GOSPEL to such an extent that when people look at me, and live with me, they can see the good news which is specific to the gospel, living in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this week something miraculous happened. I was just chatting with a teacher, and she suddenly asked me, "What church do you go to?" And I answer, "Grace Methodist Church, near vivo." Then I paused, and asked, "how do you even know I am Christian?" Her reply?  "of course I know. Christians have observable traits." And for a moment it's like this warmth glowed in my heart, because it was such an encouragement. I didn't understand how a good christian can be any different from a good unbeliever, if we're talking about just "character content". But here it was, this teacher telling me straight in the face that she knows I am a christian because of what I do. It's amazing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Freiheit zur Liebe" as some of you may know is my blog title, my little slogan this year. It was just a self-initiated thingy, a little phrase I liked, and still like. Today however, it has been "God- di -fied" What I mean is that this phrase now means so much more to me than it ever did before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In church we learnt that we must be silent to hear the Lord's voice, for God's voice is not in the wind, earthquakes or fire, but the sound of the Lord is in the silence. So I sat down today and just kept quiet, waiting for the Lord to speak. To be honest I do not know if it was Him speaking, but  letters appeared in my mind, "L.O.V.E" (i mmediately thought of freihet, but i shoved that out cause i didn't wanna get distracted). Then I just had this sudden thought of "Galations 5" which at that moment I did not know exactly what it was. So I turned the pages of my blible, and there the title of Galations 5, was "Freedom in Christ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read it, I read till verse 14. and I see a new picture. Verse 13: "You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one verse, the meaning of God's Freiheit zur Liebe is there. This German phrase, meaning "Freedom to love" in some translations is now so much more meaningful, so much more...God. The Freedom I have is a freedom to love. I don't understand how i could turn to this chapter which seemed to emcompass this phrase which I had just randomly picked up from google translator, this phrase which i have been using freely, but not really understanding what it means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know. Now I know. At least, I feel that I do. A month ago I chanced upon the phrase. A month ago God MADE ME chance upon this phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Freiheit Zur Liebe is more than a blog name, it's more than a catchy phrase I like using. Today it is God's word for me, it is why I want to continue to be the living word, to be the gospel, to have the freedom so that I can be the good news to the world, through love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galations 5:6&lt;br /&gt;"..The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-508551449709293791?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/508551449709293791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=508551449709293791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/508551449709293791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/508551449709293791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/freiheit-zur-liebe-gods-words.html' title='Freiheit zur Liebe- God&apos;s words.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7465837018536020069</id><published>2010-10-01T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T21:59:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote from a great friend named Liang Yi Bin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"..imagination is quite possibly the most important quality that the human race possesses. It took us out of the Stone Age, it gave us wings to fly on, and it is the future that we look towards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Liang Yi Bin&lt;br /&gt;YEAR 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7465837018536020069?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7465837018536020069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7465837018536020069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7465837018536020069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7465837018536020069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/10/quote-from-great-friend-named-liang-yi.html' title='A quote from a great friend named Liang Yi Bin'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8860784640091352556</id><published>2010-09-22T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T20:50:47.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up A Light- Take That</title><content type='html'>You can dance if you like&lt;br /&gt;You can sing every line of every song&lt;br /&gt;No you don't have to steal the show&lt;br /&gt;It was your show all along&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As the orchestra plays the people take the seats&lt;br /&gt;There's no room left in this house&lt;br /&gt;It's only you and me and if life is your stage&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you everything that you do&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As we start rehearsing every scene the words to everything&lt;br /&gt;We realize that the crowd is listening&lt;br /&gt;And then the tears fall down on you face at exactly the right place&lt;br /&gt;As the people start to stand up in the aisles&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can hear the sound of violins on every street tonight&lt;br /&gt;You can see all lovers dancing round&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me oh&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be watching&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me oh&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All things you see end up where they should be&lt;br /&gt;All things you see end up where they should be&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm loving you and i'm loving this oh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light&lt;br /&gt;Hold up a light for me hold up a light a light for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching you i'll be watching you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Glory to God for my English and SS results. It's all HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8860784640091352556?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8860784640091352556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8860784640091352556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8860784640091352556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8860784640091352556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/hole-up-light-take-that.html' title='Hold Up A Light- Take That'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8756563815854974927</id><published>2010-09-19T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:38:00.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TJYuQHuOXlI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7YCJcrf83AI/s1600/IMG_2130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TJYuOqE3J2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/i-PHCFqUiqg/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649222736848738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TJYuOH5VZJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/dIt9a8XDfwE/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TJYuOH5VZJI/AAAAAAAAA1o/dIt9a8XDfwE/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518649213561693330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8756563815854974927?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8756563815854974927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8756563815854974927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8756563815854974927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8756563815854974927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/zoo.html' title='ZOO!!!'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TJYuQHuOXlI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7YCJcrf83AI/s72-c/IMG_2130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6999627376060871144</id><published>2010-09-19T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:41:52.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juni's top 10 albums!</title><content type='html'>These are my favourite albums to listen to now: (in order of merit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Circus- Take That&lt;br /&gt;2) Continuum- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;3) Crazy Love- Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;4) Songs for you, Truths for me- James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;5) Amore- Andrea Brocelli&lt;br /&gt;6) Hopes and Fears- Keane&lt;br /&gt;7) Battle Studies- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;8) Across the Universe- Across the Universe Cast &lt;br /&gt;9) The Beatles Connection- King Singers&lt;br /&gt;10) It won't be soon before long- Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE SONGS at the MOMENT&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Whatever it takes (M. Buble)   --&gt; The Garden, The Circus, Hello, Hold up a light (Take That)  --&gt; Dreaming with a broken heart (John Mayer)  --&gt; Pick U Up (Adam Lambert)   --&gt; While my guitar gently weeps (Beatles)  --&gt; Sunshine,Somewhere only we know, everybody's changing ( KEANE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6999627376060871144?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6999627376060871144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6999627376060871144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6999627376060871144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6999627376060871144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/junis-top-10-albums_19.html' title='Juni&apos;s top 10 albums!'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2560331182699811178</id><published>2010-09-19T17:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:33:08.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juni's top 10 albums!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2560331182699811178?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2560331182699811178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2560331182699811178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2560331182699811178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2560331182699811178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/junis-top-10-albums.html' title='Juni&apos;s top 10 albums!'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-233635873713530355</id><published>2010-09-11T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:13:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden-Take That</title><content type='html'>And the fishermen came back across the water&lt;br /&gt;And the people started running in the park&lt;br /&gt;And the city stopped as i held you in my arms&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We could hear the sounds of sirens all around us&lt;br /&gt;And the scent of burning oil was in the air&lt;br /&gt;And the music played and it felt so good to hear&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the life we've been given&lt;br /&gt;So open your mind and start livin'&lt;br /&gt;We can play our part if we only start believing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger on the hill and he is speaking&lt;br /&gt;As the tears from every cloud begins to fall&lt;br /&gt;For one moment then we understood it all&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone everyone can you hear the soldiers coming?&lt;br /&gt;And everyone everyone every man and every woman&lt;br /&gt;We all fall in the end we're just miracles of matter&lt;br /&gt;So come on let me love you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is the life we've been given&lt;br /&gt;So open your mind and start livin'&lt;br /&gt;We can play our part if we only start believing oh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is the life we've been given&lt;br /&gt;So open your heart and start lovin'&lt;br /&gt;We can make a start if we only learn to listen yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then the crowd began to head for the horizon&lt;br /&gt;A million people walking back to work&lt;br /&gt;But you and me we just laid down in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you and me we just laid down in the garden&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'cause this is the life we've been given&lt;br /&gt;So open your mind and start livin'&lt;br /&gt;We can play our part if we only start believing oh&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is the life we've been given&lt;br /&gt;So open your heart and start lovin'&lt;br /&gt;We can make a start if we only learn to listen yeah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ooh ohh yeah you and me&lt;br /&gt;We just laid down in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today is 11th of September. I pray that everyone who lost a loved one during the September 11 attacks has already found some sort of peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is a word that explains itself. I haven't experienced any terrorist attacks here in Singapore, and I really wonder what it is like: not that I ever want to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism to me is far worse than Hitler's extermination of the jews, far worse than any Rape of Nanking. Why? Because it targets EVERYONE on earth. Even their own radical muslims die because they have do suicide bombing. It's more than mass destruction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think everyone understands the magnitude of terrorism, and the song above--&gt; the garden, has not much relation. Except I like the part about "this is the life we've been living..so open your heart and start living".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short for complaints and crappy TV shows. If only I realis(ed) this everyday of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freiheit Zur Liebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Like my raspberry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-233635873713530355?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/233635873713530355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=233635873713530355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/233635873713530355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/233635873713530355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/garden-take-that.html' title='The Garden-Take That'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7299772562393762758</id><published>2010-09-09T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:13:33.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to give Him the glory due</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey, yes this is weird for me-having blogged at least once a day, this week- if I'm not wrong. I mean seriously, this place is a graveyard... usually, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, &lt;br /&gt;for most of you that do not know, I got into ACS(I)'s IB programme through the DSA thingy. Yeap, I entered through academics. It's kinda old news, but i've been keeping mum about it, like i don't tell it to others even though i'm excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YEAP, i've decided to "go public" and just be "boastful" about what God's blessed me with. I mean seriously, its a real blessing from him because they've only got wat..100 spots next year which are up for grabs, if i hadn't entered by DSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats REALLY REALLY few places, and even if I get 6 points (Which i'm praying and working for)..it doesn't mean i'll get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just really THANK GOD for this oppurtunity. At first I thought this whole thing would make me lazy because i only need 20 points to enter ACS(I) next year. however, it's done nothing of that sort, and I still find myself mad and yearning for my As. SO yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a sunny day, and an un-humid day. JUST PERFECT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, an awesome class picture as we enjoy our last few months together-hurts really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIiIGj3dBCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3VAQg08cdRc/s1600/IMG_1942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIiIGj3dBCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3VAQg08cdRc/s320/IMG_1942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514807390003594274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7299772562393762758?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7299772562393762758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7299772562393762758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7299772562393762758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7299772562393762758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-to-give-him-glory-due.html' title='Time to give Him the glory due'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIiIGj3dBCI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/3VAQg08cdRc/s72-c/IMG_1942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8432652468491094975</id><published>2010-09-08T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:53:33.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel around the world (not really) with me</title><content type='html'>So jsut to show you pictures of places I have been too, I'll change the main photo on top once in a while, so previously it was in Amsterdam, The Netherlands-the scene of their beautiful canals and houses and bikes (Which literally dominates the roads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NEXT UP is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BERRY FARM WHICH I VISITED in 2008!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELBOURNE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8432652468491094975?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8432652468491094975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8432652468491094975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8432652468491094975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8432652468491094975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/travel-around-world-not-really-with-me.html' title='Travel around the world (not really) with me'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1027428520110128968</id><published>2010-09-07T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T17:37:02.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it all up to the BIG MAN</title><content type='html'>I just realised that if i work 24 hrs a day for the remainder of the hols, i will still not feel prepared for the exams. WHy? because I have to (applies for all subjects):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Practice Questions&lt;br /&gt;2) Mark Them&lt;br /&gt;3) DO corrections and remember them&lt;br /&gt;4) File all of them&lt;br /&gt;5) REVISE ALL CHAPTERS&lt;br /&gt;6) Learn how to analyze questions (answering skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For four subjects, and times it by the number of chapters I have. SERIOUSLY, its nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've given up fretting, and given it up all to God. Cause seriously, I'll be on the verge of a nervous breakdown of some sort, because I realised time and days are all blurred. I still feel like its after the june hols' cause i've been doing the same thing since then- studying. Like on sat, sun, and mon i think is studied 10 hours daily?&lt;br /&gt; Today I studied less..so far around 5 hours? And trust me, i'm already tired. CAuse I was quite discourage when i got 30/40 for my MCQ chem again. However, I've realised the point-less-ness of all of my worries. I mean worry is good to a certain extent, but if i continue like this, I"M GONNA GO MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO i've decided to entrust it upon the Lord. I'll be honest, I don't really "Feel" his precense these few days. But I don't care. I'll still put my trust in him and pour out my grades unto him. I'm sure HE'll do what's best for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDDD&gt; I've decided to do LESS, and REVISE MORE. yeaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND, to cheer myself and maybe some of you up, i've just attached two of my favourite photos.&lt;br /&gt;1) History lesson (because thats my limb nourishment session)&lt;br /&gt;2) Teachers Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeap, Freiheit zur Liebe friends. PEACE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIYF0d3KIEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/xwvhFQ2ykmc/s1600/DSC07574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIYF0d3KIEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/xwvhFQ2ykmc/s320/DSC07574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514101192689066050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIYFz1Mr6jI/AAAAAAAAA04/WaE3Q3rATU0/s1600/47388_1367019578084_1309507264_30853526_376489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIYFz1Mr6jI/AAAAAAAAA04/WaE3Q3rATU0/s320/47388_1367019578084_1309507264_30853526_376489_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514101181773507122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1027428520110128968?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1027428520110128968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1027428520110128968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1027428520110128968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1027428520110128968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-it-all-up-to-big-man.html' title='Give it all up to the BIG MAN'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TIYF0d3KIEI/AAAAAAAAA1A/xwvhFQ2ykmc/s72-c/DSC07574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5565937137855016413</id><published>2010-09-05T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:35:40.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer on a Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come it seemed like you blocked the Sun out today?&lt;br /&gt;How come it seemed like the world turned out to be gray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;This ungrateful little soul of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to see your beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only God, I could see you right now,&lt;br /&gt;Then tears of joy would flow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine it,&lt;br /&gt;If only I could know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised me that it would happen someday,&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to your side.&lt;br /&gt;But now on earth as I bide my time,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time never erases pain,&lt;br /&gt;Nor hurt, nor sorrow, nor shame.&lt;br /&gt;It still seems so fresh,&lt;br /&gt;The disappointment and dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel no happiness in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;No flowers will bloom today.&lt;br /&gt;But there's just something anchoring me down,&lt;br /&gt;And in words, I don't know how to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of faith,&lt;br /&gt;An empty heart,&lt;br /&gt;A blessing I chose to give away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let once more your favor shine on me,&lt;br /&gt;For now I know my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An imperfect soul,&lt;br /&gt;And a broken praise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't give you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I wither and as I fall,&lt;br /&gt;I call out and pray.&lt;br /&gt;That God you will stretch out a hand,&lt;br /&gt;And hold me up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not what will come of me,&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow or in the future.&lt;br /&gt;But I now choose to just lift my hands,&lt;br /&gt;And pray you'll catch me sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now to me,&lt;br /&gt;My Abba Father,&lt;br /&gt;My King of life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your child and servant calls to you,&lt;br /&gt;with wounds she'll never cover.&lt;br /&gt;If faith could move a mountain, &lt;br /&gt;And dreams could build a castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God, help me today,&lt;br /&gt;because I choose to give you all of mine, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pslams 91 vs 14-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because he loves me," says the Lord, "I will rescue him."&lt;br /&gt;"I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name"&lt;br /&gt;"He will call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 27 vs 14&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5565937137855016413?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5565937137855016413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5565937137855016413' title='2 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Freiheit zur Liebe</title><content type='html'>In case anyone was wondering, the title of my blog means "freedom to love" in German. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog picture which has been there for pretty long is a picture I took in Leiden, The Netherlands last year when I was there for a school trip. A Beauty, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My Limb has grown back by 1mm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5616375161299772071?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5616375161299772071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5616375161299772071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5616375161299772071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5616375161299772071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/freiheit-zur-liebe.html' title='Freiheit zur Liebe'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8020438585614893886</id><published>2010-09-03T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T15:27:05.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like losing a limb.</title><content type='html'>Today was the history prelims. My strongest subject and yes, my most well-loved. And I made a mistake I've never made ever before in any exams or practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write my regarding factor for compare question for SBQ. Seriously, I don't know how the hell i did that. Funny thin is, I knew it was a compare question, and yet, somehow I "forgot". And interestingly, the teacher actually told us to remember JUST before the exam. Then for evaluative, I put my point as "I agree..." but I have a feeling my whole paragraph, I wrote about not agreeing. Yeap, here's the second in level for history for Mid Year exams. The one you always ask to help when you don't do well in history exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my analogy- it's like losing a limb, because history's become like my...eer... baby. eew. ok. More like yeah, a limb. It's me. History lessons are why I go to school (if you never knew). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to boast or anything, cause I know sometimes people may think this is insensitive cause my expectations are high..but I mean everyone gets upset over exams because of expectations. And here i am, totally upset. Because I wanted that A1. I actually aimed for it this time-yes i don't usually, and it works out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, when you see me again you'll see me with one limb missing. But don't worry; it will grow back. And i'll make sure it grows longer, stronger, and maybe sexier. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Open your eyes. all. the. time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8020438585614893886?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8020438585614893886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8020438585614893886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8020438585614893886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8020438585614893886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-like-losing-limb.html' title='It&apos;s like losing a limb.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-539833686454824034</id><published>2010-08-29T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T16:39:18.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance vs Supporting: UP AND COMING</title><content type='html'>Hey Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In view of the dreaded prelims, I have no time at the present moment to come up with volume II of my Acceptance vs supporting at this moment, however I have decided what topic to talk about next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you aren't intelligent, then at least be beautiful. If you really aren't beautiful, then try to be kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement doesn't work the other way round, in this society, because yes, morals and character are actually the last on the ladder of recognition. There are exceptions but this statement is just a general view of things, let's say if you're in school or something. Or just being in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I thought of this statement on friday, and pris mentioned something about it today in church. Something about intelligence being over-rated. Interesting point, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY, toodles pals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to TEACHERS' DAY and PRELIMS--&gt; WOOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-539833686454824034?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/539833686454824034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=539833686454824034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/539833686454824034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/539833686454824034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance-vs-supporting-up-and-coming.html' title='Acceptance vs Supporting: UP AND COMING'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5971646370488487098</id><published>2010-08-21T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:02:59.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temasek Blog..</title><content type='html'>http://www.temasekreview.com/2010/08/20/singaporeans-hit-by-overdose-of-yog-propaganda-on-singapore-media/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting link. Wonder whether this place knows the definition of propaganda. Making too much noise out of small things I would say. So much for an unbaised blog. IT's like cutting up a cubic centimetre of the Mona Lisa painting and saying its ugly and dull, so the painting sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we want to "erase censorship" and "tell the truth" then clearly, we shouldn't just jump to the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the YOG food, i agree the initial volunteering food sucked, but the improved ones looks pretty okay. They complained it was bland and some was too sweet. I've had many school functions before where I was a volunteer, and at times OH MY GOSH it was HORRIBLE. but did I have to make a big fuss... NO. Why? Because I'm a volunteer, I chose to do it. Why choose to help when you want so much back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to all the volunteers though, GREAT JOB! I wish I was a volunteer, but of all years the YOG comes on my O' Levels year. WOOHOO right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5971646370488487098?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5971646370488487098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5971646370488487098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5971646370488487098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5971646370488487098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/temasek-blog.html' title='Temasek Blog..'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8567728183164119268</id><published>2010-08-15T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:47:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance vs Supporting--The issue on the big F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fat is so much a problem (or a blessing) in this world. It is the rich man disease that is taking this world like a growing storm. Being fat to some is a curse. For some, its just another dimension of beauty. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance: SHOULD WE ACCEPT FAT AND OBESE PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, obviously a 100 percent yes!! Fat PEOPLE== notice the word in caps! No matter the size, the fact is that everyone deserves to be accepted not based on their appearances. There should be no discrimination against fat people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to statistics, the fattest country in the world is--&gt; THE LAND OF THE FREE: USA. With an approximate of 30.6% of its population being obese,munching and slacking on the couch is clearly one of their favorite past times. If we follow the statistics, and I was in America, it would mean that in a class of 30 around 10 people would be obese. This is definitely a large number. And it doesn't make sense why on earth we should discriminate against them. To discriminate against the fat is to be like discriminating into a rapidly growing group that may form a large percentage of our world population in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, what are fat people? They are humans. Yes, they look just like me and you; only they are in a larger size. Does anyone deserve to be discriminated because of their looks? Never ever. As Cliche as it is, the truth is that it is the heart that matters. Fat can be ugly to some, but when ever did the milk of kindness or morality consider "ugliness"? Cut a fat person and you'll get red blood. Though it may mean more cutting, the blood that pours out is the same in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should love fat people just like we love others. Don't treat them extra special, that'll just make things worse. Just treat them equally. yes pals, equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORTING:&lt;br /&gt;So, do I support the notion of being fat? (when i mean fat I mean overweight)&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly I don't. Simply because being overweight(fat) is unhealthy. Cardiovascular diseases and impeding of movements are just some of the problems that fat people encounter. Being fit and trim is very important, because we only have one body to take care of. There's no need to be a health freak, but maintaining a healthy weight should be a must. the big Fs'are just like like youths who enjoy social solidarity in a skate park-it's hard to chase them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is of great importance that we never become overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who are in the eyes of society are fat, there's nothing to be ashamed of. We accept these people and we love them. It's just like if someone is not good in a subject, we don't hate the person, we just try to spur them on. Yet, it is true that our bodies are ours. We have the prerogative to be fat or be thin. As such, if one really thinks that the notion of being fat should be supported, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think "big is beautiful". And I do agree that big can be beauiful. It's good to see big and confident women. However, the concerns of health will always pull on my heart, and as such, I do believe that I will never support and encourage a person to be fat. However, acceptance must be in order, and it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8567728183164119268?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8567728183164119268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8567728183164119268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8567728183164119268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8567728183164119268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance-vs-supporting-issue-on-big-f.html' title='Acceptance vs Supporting--The issue on the big F'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3781659606266610053</id><published>2010-08-10T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:35:25.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance vs Supporting</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I'm ATTEMPTING to revive this blog. And to kickstart this whole revival, i'm going to start a mini "series" on Acceptance vs Supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do i mean? Well, I'll be giving my own personal view-with some facts thrown in- about social issues and actions of humans, and where the lines of acceptance and supporting should be drawn. Acceptance is the fact or state of being accepted or acceptable. Supporting is to be: back: be behind; approve of. There are other definitions of acceptance which also includes approval, but for the sake of this series, let us define acceptance as just "accepting, but not necessarily approving". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do we accept and when do we approve? Where does the line of imposing our own beliefs on others finally come in to play? Is acceptance enough? Or do we need to support to? Is it wrong to accept but yet try to convince someone else to believe what we believe correct? What on earth is Juniper talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting that I am merely a 16-year-old, everyone should know I am no aficionado on social issues, or for that matter, morality. However, I do believe that this does not discount me of the chance I have to start thinking carefully about this world and the people that live in her. I hope that no one gets offended by any posts, because after all the one thing that I hate most on this earth is malicious intent and backstabbers-so you don't have to worry about any such stuff here. (and people have to get rid of the notion that being a girl means being a bitch if not a bimbo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may also criticize this as being hypocritical, because I'm sure I'll be guilty of many bad things that may be listed. But, no one is perfect, so instead of denying it, I'll be honest about things here. So I hope you'll tune in more, to see my little mini series of Acceptance vs Supporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios, kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3781659606266610053?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3781659606266610053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3781659606266610053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3781659606266610053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3781659606266610053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/08/acceptance-vs-supporting.html' title='Acceptance vs Supporting'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2827624505229595475</id><published>2010-08-08T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T16:13:19.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Olympics and Roger's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TF5m6Zm69ZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GLU0jx8fgzw/s1600/Roger_Federer_Armani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TF5m6Zm69ZI/AAAAAAAAAzg/GLU0jx8fgzw/s320/Roger_Federer_Armani.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502948948185904530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y.O.G.&lt;br /&gt;No point trying to act cool by being apathetic about it, because the Youth Olympics is here. I'm not the most enthu person about Singapore BUT, let's not deny the fact that we are all Singaporeans. I think that instead of continually putting our country down and saying we're not interested in this and that. Everyone should just get off their asses and start making Singapore the way we want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to everyone: Let's get excited that we all can be a part of the first ever youth olympic games. Don't be bumptious and gooo gaga about how you don't think its gonna be a success, because guess what Singapore ain't about you. So let's just get into the YOG buzz, and hey I think it's pretty exciting that we get a chance to host it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROGER!! 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In the first compartment there is a flower pocket thingy with a lot of other compartments. &lt;br /&gt;Front of bag: 2 pockets and 1 zipper&lt;br /&gt;Good quality material and no scratches or any blemishes. Used less than 5 times. Only costs $30. &lt;br /&gt;Price can be negotiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For inquiries, call 93211467&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4838822141284768653?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4838822141284768653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4838822141284768653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4838822141284768653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4838822141284768653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/rip-curl-bag-for-sale.html' title='Rip Curl Bag for sale'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TB7XRQd2VqI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FqK6mDbsLiA/s72-c/IMG_1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1272131590567381173</id><published>2010-06-19T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:28:05.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Glass Masquerade</title><content type='html'>"Stained Glass Masquerade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that fails&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that falls&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I take a look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems so strong&lt;br /&gt;I know they'll soon discover&lt;br /&gt;That I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too&lt;br /&gt;So with a painted grin, I play the part again&lt;br /&gt;So everyone will see me the way that I see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy plastic people&lt;br /&gt;Under shiny plastic steeples&lt;br /&gt;With walls around our weakness&lt;br /&gt;And smiles to hide our pain&lt;br /&gt;But if the invitation's open&lt;br /&gt;To every heart that has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we close the curtain&lt;br /&gt;On our stained glass masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who's been there&lt;br /&gt;Are there any hands to raise&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who's traded&lt;br /&gt;In the altar for a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance is convincing&lt;br /&gt;And we know every line by heart&lt;br /&gt;Only when no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;Can we really fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would it set me free&lt;br /&gt;If I dared to let you see&lt;br /&gt;The truth behind the person&lt;br /&gt;That you imagine me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your arms be open&lt;br /&gt;Or would you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would the love of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Be enough to make you stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1272131590567381173?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1272131590567381173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1272131590567381173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1272131590567381173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1272131590567381173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/06/stained-glass-masquerade.html' title='Stained Glass Masquerade'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7282319958007022547</id><published>2010-03-09T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:32:06.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs</title><content type='html'>My FAVOURITE LOVE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Song for you--Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;2. So She dances--Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;3. All Again for you--We the Kings&lt;br /&gt;4. You and I--Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;5. Georgia on my mind--Michael buble&lt;br /&gt;6. Crazy Love--Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to hold your hand--T.V Carpio&lt;br /&gt;8. Lucky--Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;9. Make you feel my love--ronan keating&lt;br /&gt;10. To Where you are--Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;11. Shine-Take That&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm  your man--Seal&lt;br /&gt;13. Love's Divine--Seal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7282319958007022547?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7282319958007022547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7282319958007022547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7282319958007022547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7282319958007022547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-songs.html' title='Love songs'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3698159442185287848</id><published>2010-03-09T21:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:31:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do with a broken heart?</title><content type='html'>Juni's top favourite songs that sing of a broken heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dreaming with a Broken Heart--John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;2. Slow dancing in a burning room--John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;3. If you don't wanna love me--James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;4. Better that we break--Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;5. Ghost of You--MLTR&lt;br /&gt;6. Hey Jude--The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;7. All we ever do is say goodbye--John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;8. Lost--Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;9. You Don't know me--Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;10. Breakeven--The Script&lt;br /&gt;11. I'd Wait for Life--Take That&lt;br /&gt;12. Whiskey Lullaby--Brad Paisely and allison Kraus&lt;br /&gt;13. Broken Strings--James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my favourite singer is now John Mayer. Artist, impeccable. And M.B is still on the list-never will be off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3698159442185287848?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3698159442185287848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3698159442185287848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3698159442185287848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3698159442185287848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-do-with-broken-heart.html' title='What do you do with a broken heart?'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-966298140708070360</id><published>2010-01-30T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:03:40.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extract II--&gt; Passing of the Wind</title><content type='html'>Here's another extract which i find interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always a point in life. When you just hit a wall. You can't seem to figure out what's the problem. But sitting in front of a table with a whole catastrophic mess of work on it and you're just staring at it, with a blank mind that subconsciously is still doing the work. This situation, this particular moment is torture. Because you are doing the work, but there is no work being done. You are trying, you're thinking of that math sum. Your hand is writing away, but it's as if your brain is registering but not your heart. Then you just feel like crying, because you can't get past a certain stage in your work. You look at the clock, and it's 1 a.m. You need to get to sleep! But what can you do? There's work to be done, date lines to be met. The world stands still for no one. But you just can't do it. You're not tired, you're not stressed, but you just feel so, so frustrated and irritated that you just can't do and focus on that task in front of you. Your hand is like independent of your body! It continues working as if there is no tomorrow, but everything it works at seems to be right, but turns out to be a total mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there comes the breaking point. Or, a banging point, when you whack head-first into that wall. Then you run into the toilet and cry. Try to evade your wife/husband, attempting to show them you know it all. Then you go into a state of trance. Where you just refuse to do any more work. And then you realize, that today's work becomes tomorrow's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you don't see this as procrastination, you just can't concentrate. you hate it. You hate yourself for being lazy. Oh, self-hate. So many a times, we dont' realise just how much we don't love ourselves enough. We say we do, but when we stare in that mirror. What do we see? Do i see a person whom I adore, whom I want to give a great big smile and hug too? Look harder and longer. Maybe then we'll all realise, we dont' actually like ourselves that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question comes: IF we dont' like ourselves, where do we go from here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Passing of the Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-966298140708070360?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/966298140708070360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=966298140708070360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/966298140708070360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/966298140708070360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2010/01/extract-ii-passing-of-wind.html' title='Extract II--&gt; Passing of the Wind'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6925458700056594428</id><published>2010-01-15T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:48:29.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggeroos, Jujuba darling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/S1CAMy4PIbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/irhlHhWZpC4/s1600-h/IMG_5068+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/S1CAMy4PIbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/irhlHhWZpC4/s400/IMG_5068+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426978508285878706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all happened on that fine Christmas morn',&lt;br /&gt;When you walked in with that cheeky little grin.&lt;br /&gt;You sort of just sat in the corner with little sister,&lt;br /&gt;And one thing I could not help but notice, was the size of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;br /&gt;It was BIG,&lt;br /&gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;You were small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were so grey,&lt;br /&gt;Your fur like a storm cloud.&lt;br /&gt;But yet you were so different,&lt;br /&gt;Your soul the epicenter of vitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always you who took the first step,&lt;br /&gt;It was always you who ran in the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;It was also you who ate the most,&lt;br /&gt;It was also you who would crawl all over me with those scratchy paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then day by day,&lt;br /&gt;You kind of grew,&lt;br /&gt;From Small to Big,&lt;br /&gt;From little mice to HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you were my wonderful sumo,&lt;br /&gt;The lazy one who loved to dig,&lt;br /&gt;The one who always slept the best,&lt;br /&gt;The one who was always "calm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always so cute, magical and lovely,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes so small compared to your body.&lt;br /&gt;Your fur dropped off day by day, &lt;br /&gt;And yet your charm grew everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 13 months you were the one,&lt;br /&gt;Our one and only fat little one.&lt;br /&gt;You spent half your life sleeping in the wheel,&lt;br /&gt;And make us say, "Oh Buggeroos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you shrank within that week,&lt;br /&gt;This heart was torn to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I loved you, And yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;But God's the one that took you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;Finding you cold.&lt;br /&gt;No it wasn't easy to see you go.&lt;br /&gt;In fact I refuse it,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I said "Bye".&lt;br /&gt;For the dozenth time,&lt;br /&gt;I meant it in the sense,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear buggeroos, for everything you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6925458700056594428?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6925458700056594428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6925458700056594428' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5941365283746010736</id><published>2009-12-27T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:05:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Idol??</title><content type='html'>He can't sing:/...OHHH one of the girls should have won...he sings flat and sharp sometimes. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5941365283746010736?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5941365283746010736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5941365283746010736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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God for Christmas. Thank God for Jesus. Thank God for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5236106897552838044?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5236106897552838044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5236106897552838044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5236106897552838044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5236106897552838044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2528488236926718824</id><published>2009-12-22T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:48:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost of You-MLTR</title><content type='html'>Summer's ended and without a trace&lt;br /&gt;time goes by - while you remain&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I thougt I walked on through&lt;br /&gt;with my heart in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still fear to face&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I tried to get you of my mind&lt;br /&gt;but you return - all the time&lt;br /&gt;I believed I could just let you go&lt;br /&gt;like the fool I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby why do I still fear to face&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Release:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to release you&lt;br /&gt;to get my feet back on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Still I need my hope to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;even if I know i should back away&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part of me that I can't erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry for you&lt;br /&gt;dying to get close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still fear to face&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby why&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I try I'm still reminded&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I go I keep coliding with&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;I've given up I just can't fight it&lt;br /&gt;(the ghost of you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look away I see&lt;br /&gt;the ghost of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2528488236926718824?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2528488236926718824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2528488236926718824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2528488236926718824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2528488236926718824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/ghost-of-you-mltr.html' title='The Ghost of You-MLTR'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2774558816096732144</id><published>2009-12-18T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:03:12.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-'/><title type='text'>Mr. Einstein</title><content type='html'>- "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."&lt;br /&gt;- "How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking. "&lt;br /&gt;- "Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2774558816096732144?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2774558816096732144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2774558816096732144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2774558816096732144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2774558816096732144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/mr-einstein.html' title='Mr. Einstein'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5707686629354686717</id><published>2009-12-17T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:56:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuskina-A poem from August'08</title><content type='html'>Found this in one of my older posts. Funny how i thought of it. Oh...after the dance class i think. the one with Mr.Mcebesi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Tuskina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little girl called Tuskina,&lt;br /&gt;Who loved to dance Pantsula.&lt;br /&gt;"Thobela!" She cried,&lt;br /&gt;And she danced left and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villaged cheered and clapped and screamed!&lt;br /&gt;This girl just couldn't stop!&lt;br /&gt;She prances and prances, and bobs!&lt;br /&gt;To the never-ending beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my friend that the time has come,&lt;br /&gt;For us to take our leave,&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I want to see this girl,&lt;br /&gt;Leap and Jeap and Yip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if only she was in my MP3,&lt;br /&gt;So I could take her everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;To sing and dance,&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5707686629354686717?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5707686629354686717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5707686629354686717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5707686629354686717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5707686629354686717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/tuskina-poem-from-august08.html' title='Tuskina-A poem from August&apos;08'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8824415376529542471</id><published>2009-12-16T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:11:22.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hope: The Biggest Bangiest Chrstmas Bash, 09</title><content type='html'>This 23rd, come down to 79A Wishart Road, where our Christmas party will be kicking off! this should appear on FB soon. If u want the details give me a ring, cause everyone is invited;) Some of you have agreed to come so right on man! And for those who will be sitting at home on the 23rd...COME ON DOWN! woohoo:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8824415376529542471?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8824415376529542471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8824415376529542471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8824415376529542471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8824415376529542471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-hope-biggest-bangiest-chrstmas-bash.html' title='My Hope: The Biggest Bangiest Chrstmas Bash, 09'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1281670652685777295</id><published>2009-12-16T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:08:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye-Battle Studies</title><content type='html'>Just when I had you off my head&lt;br /&gt;Your voice comes thrashing wildly through my quiet bed&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanna try again&lt;br /&gt;But I've tried everything but giving in&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Why am I gonna let you try&lt;br /&gt;When all we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I bought a ticket on a plane&lt;br /&gt;And by the time it landed you had gone again&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than songs can say&lt;br /&gt;But I can't keep running after yesterday&lt;br /&gt;John Mayer All We Ever Do lyrics found on http://www.directlyrics.com.com/john-mayer-all-we-ever-do-lyrics.html&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna break my heart again&lt;br /&gt;Why am I gonna let you try&lt;br /&gt;When all we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;We say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;All we ever do is say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(to fade..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1281670652685777295?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1281670652685777295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1281670652685777295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1281670652685777295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1281670652685777295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-we-ever-do-is-say-goodbye-battle.html' title='All We Ever Do is Say Goodbye-Battle Studies'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4035931828852885520</id><published>2009-12-08T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T00:59:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Open the door."</title><content type='html'>The other day we took a cab,&lt;br /&gt;And we waited for one.&lt;br /&gt;This cab did come along,&lt;br /&gt;A lady passenger footing the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yibs said, "I should open the door for her,",&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Nah, that's good. But only guys do that,&lt;br /&gt;opening for a girl seems weird."&lt;br /&gt;Yibs replied, "You're such a feminist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on Yibs. Thinking back, i think she was totally right. Should have just opened the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Where's the love, mission---Failed-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4035931828852885520?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4035931828852885520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4035931828852885520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4035931828852885520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4035931828852885520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-door.html' title='&quot;Open the door.&quot;'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6369704253703029527</id><published>2009-12-01T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:43:40.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qataris rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SxUnYNgedgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/qtmV2YKdWks/s1600/IMG_5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAgvblkuzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/O3OXIlA9714/s400/Vespa-PX200-Red-1-1024x768-4978.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355552075889458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAgu9w4J4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3LmVbrChVQs/s1600-h/432869177_920d41bfaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAgu9w4J4I/AAAAAAAAAxU/3LmVbrChVQs/s400/432869177_920d41bfaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355544070236034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAguvlQu3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/X1dZmRD9HKs/s1600-h/875756800_6d8335d021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAguvlQu3I/AAAAAAAAAxM/X1dZmRD9HKs/s400/875756800_6d8335d021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355540263418738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAguQjYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/_J37GjefXx4/s1600-h/2163497976_afd2efaabb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAguQjYZ0I/AAAAAAAAAxE/_J37GjefXx4/s400/2163497976_afd2efaabb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404355531934033730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belive me: This is the hottest ride in town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3617417545583943420?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3617417545583943420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3617417545583943420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3617417545583943420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3617417545583943420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/11/hottest-ride.html' title='The hottest ride'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAgvblkuzI/AAAAAAAAAxc/O3OXIlA9714/s72-c/Vespa-PX200-Red-1-1024x768-4978.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-234042792274010611</id><published>2009-11-15T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:34:32.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAfVDJ0s0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/CdM2BJjasuU/s1600-h/Berlin+Wall+Freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAfVDJ0s0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/CdM2BJjasuU/s400/Berlin+Wall+Freedom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404353999328817986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well wishes and thanks to those who fought to save the East Germans.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-234042792274010611?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/234042792274010611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=234042792274010611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/234042792274010611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/234042792274010611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-over.html' title='Its Over!'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SwAfVDJ0s0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/CdM2BJjasuU/s72-c/Berlin+Wall+Freedom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4447863724244464160</id><published>2009-11-11T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:23:23.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought</title><content type='html'>“Warm words and wooly commitments are not enough.”&lt;br /&gt;-Tony Juniper, British environmental campaigner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."&lt;br /&gt;-Abraham Lincoln&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save."&lt;br /&gt;-Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have u heard of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Smart"&gt;Elizabeth Smart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl that survived 9 months of being kidnapped..inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been bumming around these few days, trying to finish some M.U.N stuff. Gotta move my ass and start doing more things, life's not gonna wait for us, you know:). By the way, Happy Birthday to dear Mei Jun, whose character is the sweetest there is around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4447863724244464160?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4447863724244464160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4447863724244464160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4447863724244464160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4447863724244464160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how else to say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to see my parents go&lt;br /&gt;One generation's length away&lt;br /&gt;From fighting life out on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, won't someone stop this train?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scared of getting older&lt;br /&gt;I'm only good at being young&lt;br /&gt;So I play the numbers game&lt;br /&gt;To find a way to say that life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with my old man&lt;br /&gt;Said "help me understand"&lt;br /&gt;He said "turn sixty-eight&lt;br /&gt;You renegotiate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stop this train&lt;br /&gt;Don't for a minute change the place you're in&lt;br /&gt;And don't think I couldn't ever understand&lt;br /&gt;I tried my hand&lt;br /&gt;John, honestly we'll never stop this train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, when it's good&lt;br /&gt;It'll feel like it should&lt;br /&gt;And they're all still around&lt;br /&gt;And you're still safe and sound&lt;br /&gt;And you don't miss a thing&lt;br /&gt;Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this train&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get off&lt;br /&gt;And go home again&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the speed it's moving in&lt;br /&gt;I know I can&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I see I'll never stop this train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8331913917937310572?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3015297505408420537</id><published>2009-11-09T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:54:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complain Complain. Oh shut it.</title><content type='html'>Goodness me, I was watching blogTV for the first time, and then at the side they have this column where u can like post your messages, then messages will keep popping up at the side la, from the users.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the topic was, "Why aren't we going public?" The show was investigating why singaporeans don't take public transport more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the show progressed, i just saw comments (at the side, that column thing), that kept saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Buses so squeezy"&lt;br /&gt;" The commuters are smelly"&lt;br /&gt;"the buses not all have air-con, how to be world class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Buses are smelly"&lt;br /&gt;"we have to wait so long for the bus!"&lt;br /&gt;"the bus is soo slow!"&lt;br /&gt;"it takes so long to get to our destination!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot more about such crap, but yeah i was kinda irritated when i saw all those. I know i personally don't think much public transport, other than holidays, i only take public transport on the weekends. Even when it's holidays, i spend my time walking more than anything, for eg. today, i walked to school, to lunch, and then home, and a lot of itmes, i walk to great world, to tiong bahru and so and so forth. But i take quite a lot of bus, cause there's a direct to church and all. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how "terrible" our buses are, as those people love to complain, I'm just so confused at how we can feel this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IS SO SMALL. the travel time we take is already considered OKAY. in fact, good. We have air-con! Thank God for that. goodness, in many countries they don't even have air conned buses. Thirdly, the bus has nice soft seats. If its dirty, at most its just dusty, come on, our classrooms are the same, right? Moreover, the fact we have an efficient public transport is already good! Children in Africa have to walk miles to school, everday!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks, i've been taking super a lot of public transport, cause i have to fly from place to place, and i don't think its that bad. The journey is smooth, and is already considered comfortable, even though i'm standing all the time. It's the glum looks of the Singaporeans that kill my day. gosh, why can't they ever smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life that bad in Singapore, that everyone has to complain daily? Sometimes i'm guilty too, but honestly Singaporeans seem to be trapped in a bubble, OUR OWN BUBBLe, and we feel it with unhappiness and selfishness and god knows what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you really hate public transport, just walk, lose some pounds, maybe it'll make you happier too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3015297505408420537?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3015297505408420537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3015297505408420537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3015297505408420537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3015297505408420537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/11/complain-complain-oh-shut-it.html' title='Complain Complain. Oh shut it.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4505130554459871388</id><published>2009-10-22T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:15:49.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Exams were over. Guess wat's next: CCA and MUN. hahahah i'm excited, to go to amsterdam, berlin and warsaw. my dream since i was really small to take a step in magnific europe. Oh yes, that place. wow. can't wait to travel there soon! WOOHOO...yeah but it means i'll miss carolling with We. sigh. but oh wells. i can't have everything in life...can i?  nah, i can't. oh well. this blog is totally dead. not like it makes a diff. in my life. quite a pity actually, i used to take pride in this blog. I don't know...seems to me now human interaction and going out in the sun is more important. so heck this blog, haha..school's out, let's bring in the next few months of hecticness. :) I love john mayer by the way. he's so soothing yet modern his songs are aMAZING. and now i'm just ranting on and on about this stuff. i should just shhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT do u know...today was share-a-thought!! WOO i was the caveman. so fun man hahaha love my outfit. with the pj pants and the yankee doodle nutty hair:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to more serious stuff, guess wat, i've decided to i don't know, go somewhere in my life...er i mean like, when i grow up, i promise myself, i'll go for mission trips and all. I know its not easy, but seeing the people in Samoa and Padang after the tsunami, earthquake, and in phillipines the floods, hurricane, seems this world is hurting too much..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4505130554459871388?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4505130554459871388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4505130554459871388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4505130554459871388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4505130554459871388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5276758831054784534</id><published>2009-08-30T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:35:25.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come What May-Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>This is so beautiful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I could feel like this&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never seen the sky before&lt;br /&gt;Want to vanish inside your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I love you more and more&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my heart, can you hear it sings&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;Seasons may change winter to spring&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste&lt;br /&gt;It all revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no mountain too high no river too wide&lt;br /&gt;Sing out this song and I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide&lt;br /&gt;But I love you until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day&lt;br /&gt;Oh come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you until my dying day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is only one of the 3 movies that brings tears to my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5276758831054784534?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5276758831054784534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5276758831054784534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5276758831054784534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5276758831054784534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-what-may-moulin-rouge.html' title='Come What May-Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6810993646478324792</id><published>2009-08-22T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:16:08.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I just realised that all my favourite songs recently are ALL love songs. I've been listening to a lot of Michael Buble, Take That, Phil Collins, Ronan Keating and even Kay Perry! And of course.. Mraz. Just that right, i realise that all the songs I listen like intently to and feel happy when i listen to them are all the LOVE SONGS. HAHA so I've deduced: that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm an absolutely desperate girl&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm sentimental and romantic&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm attracted to White Men Singing&lt;br /&gt;4) I just love love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I were to give you a choice, most likely you'll choose option 1 and 3 for me. But no, HAAH i try to tell myself i'm not shallow, and am only listening to the music cause I'm desperate. But I would choose option 4. I know it sounds all mushy and all, but come on, love's AWESOME! hahaha. Doesn't have to be romantic love. But just love in general. I mean I know i'm not perfect because i do curse people and dislke some people, but I feel this world's coming a little to "hard"? it's like everywhere I go, on a random person's blog there's always someone scolding someone. And its like FFFFF all the way. I mean ok fine, say the f word if you must. But I mean ahhaha I don't know they're using it like once every 2 sentences? It gets quite irritating, and it makes me wonder why on earth people even talk about love anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IN THIS WORLD HAS BECOME SELECTIVE LOVE. We only choose to love and be nice to those we think are "our type". it's because of SELECTIVE LOVE that there is hatred. Its because of selective love that people round the world get jealous, and kill be it out of passion and blah blah..So i mean I guess maybe we ought to look out more, not always to be so narrow in our "scope of influence of love". Maybe its time we shown someone else some love. And it's so easy just to start. It can be as simple as giving a smile to that woman you see sitting on the street, or maybe for once, just respecting someone by listening to them when they speak. (i'm totally guilty of this in geog lessons...i talk. always. especially during Kalimantan deforastation lesson) I dont' know la. I guess we just plain need more love in this world. And so, I'm gonna leave you with lyrics from my favourite songs...For each post i make, i'll leave some lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all mushy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Will it say&lt;br /&gt;That you will be by my side&lt;br /&gt;To see me through&lt;br /&gt;Until my life is through&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;We can conquer the world&lt;br /&gt;In love you and I&lt;br /&gt;You and I, you and I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You and I,by Michael Buble&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6810993646478324792?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6810993646478324792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6810993646478324792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6810993646478324792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6810993646478324792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-9214627817539597071</id><published>2009-08-19T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:52:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song For You. Michael Buble.</title><content type='html'>I've been so many places in my life and time&lt;br /&gt;I've sung a lot of songs, I've made some bad rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I've acted out my life in stages with ten thousand people watching&lt;br /&gt;But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you&lt;br /&gt;I know your image of me is what I hope to be&lt;br /&gt;I've treated you unkindly, but girl can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;There's no one more important to me&lt;br /&gt;So darling can't you please see through me,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we're alone now, And I'm singing my song for you&lt;br /&gt;You taught me precious secrets, The truth with holding nothing&lt;br /&gt;You came out in front, and I was hiding&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but now I'm so much better, So if my words don't come together&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the melody, 'Cause my love is in there hiding&lt;br /&gt;I love you in a place where there is no space or time&lt;br /&gt;I love you for my life, you are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;And when my life is over, remember when we were together&lt;br /&gt;And we were alone , and I was singing my song for you&lt;br /&gt;And when my life is over, remember when we were together&lt;br /&gt;We were alone, and I was singing my song for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-9214627817539597071?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9214627817539597071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=9214627817539597071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9214627817539597071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9214627817539597071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-for-you-michael-buble.html' title='Song For You. Michael Buble.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7518335295158164256</id><published>2009-08-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:25:09.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem written a while ago.</title><content type='html'>Found this in my stash of posts and decided to resurface it. Wonder why i wrote such depressing stuff. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is like a forest,&lt;br /&gt;With Trees, flowers, birds and bees.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the weeds are a plenty,&lt;br /&gt;The aphids like life-suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humanity roams the beauty of the world,&lt;br /&gt;And as he admires the wonderful creations,&lt;br /&gt;The thorns and weeds stick out like eyesores&lt;br /&gt;And cause his heart to cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He desperately tries to pull them out,&lt;br /&gt;To trample, destroy and kill.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they cannot stop growing,&lt;br /&gt;As if to live was their only will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he tries to defeat them,&lt;br /&gt;They start to entangle around him.&lt;br /&gt;They move up his body,&lt;br /&gt;As he tries to pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the day is dying,&lt;br /&gt;And the night is coming.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to run away,&lt;br /&gt;Only to find the weeds stuck close to his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what are these disgusting creatures?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh is this all that beauty can produce?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how the thorns pierce my sides,"&lt;br /&gt;"And how the weeds, they strangle me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am barely breathing,&lt;br /&gt;As the weeds are coming up to my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;For I am barely moving,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what has happened to the world.&lt;br /&gt;And as I choke and scream and shout,&lt;br /&gt;I strain my neck and beg for help,&lt;br /&gt;Would there be someone else,&lt;br /&gt;To untie the chords of death from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world swirls around me,&lt;br /&gt;As the weeds strangle me.&lt;br /&gt;I see the people,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems they do not hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look at me,&lt;br /&gt;With eyes as cold as ice.&lt;br /&gt;They look at me,&lt;br /&gt;And yet they seem to see through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scream and shout,&lt;br /&gt;As I search their faces for a piece of compassion.&lt;br /&gt;And that is when I realise,&lt;br /&gt;It was their hearts that had grown cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all they could see was themselves,&lt;br /&gt;Not some worthless scum like me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what use would it be,&lt;br /&gt;If this leech of society survived?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am consumed by the weeds,&lt;br /&gt;And as they drag me lower, lower,&lt;br /&gt;I sink further into the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thnk my time has come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my heart continues to beat,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel my life is still complete.&lt;br /&gt;The weeds loosen their grip,&lt;br /&gt;And curl back to the depths of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul jumps with joy,&lt;br /&gt;As I pull myself up,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy of mankind,&lt;br /&gt;The pure joy of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, something else was holding me down,&lt;br /&gt;Something so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Something so merciless,&lt;br /&gt;Something that seemed so firmiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I looked down,&lt;br /&gt;I saw with its hands wrapped around my ankle,&lt;br /&gt;The devilish eyes of the monster.&lt;br /&gt;It's name was humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;But I think it does?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7518335295158164256?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7518335295158164256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7518335295158164256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7518335295158164256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7518335295158164256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-written-while-ago.html' title='A poem written a while ago.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8365054467387750840</id><published>2009-08-18T22:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:12:26.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Meals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Soq2RKGTeDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Z0urokZnjok/s1600-h/DSC00383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Soq2RKGTeDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Z0urokZnjok/s400/DSC00383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371305911477565490" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;Yes, they DO make you happy. &lt;br /&gt;But they are getting more cheapo. &lt;br /&gt;But yet again, how can happiness be measured by price right? Smart Ronald Macdonalds. Food Shrinks, toy comes lamer. But yet, sticks to his motto. Cheerios to happy meals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8365054467387750840?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8365054467387750840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8365054467387750840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8365054467387750840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8365054467387750840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-meals.html' title='Happy Meals.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Soq2RKGTeDI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Z0urokZnjok/s72-c/DSC00383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1112002868622482001</id><published>2009-08-15T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:23:28.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Goodness, haven't posted in ages. HAHA...well life's totally sped by like a cheetah, and this is the first time, I've been able to really sit back, relax and reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first thing: haha the "passing of the wind" that's supposedly an extract is crap, cause I wrote it. So i kinda lied to cover my identity. I realised why not just share what I felt at that time...So now here's the truth, i actually wrote it, hahah just a little embarrassed to put my name then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on from that I don't think that self-belief is the most important anymore. I think GOD-belief is the best now. Cause when you do lose that self-belief, there's always that God waiting. God's always waiting, I realise that no matter what happens or what we do, He's always watching and waiting. Waiting for what? For us to return to Him. For us to call out to Him to help. Tell me isn't that totally unconditional love? It's just like if you love someone, you'll always watch out for that person, and anytime he/she needs your help, you'll gladly jump to the task. That's God, just that He's much much much bigger, much more powerful, and yet at the same time, loves us, us loser humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so small in this world, let alone in the whole universe. God created things beyond the human imagination. The fact He created us humans is a mad thought! Why---that's cause we are considered such complex creatures, with a whole subject of biology on us, then there's also psychology and much more. And GOD, can create us, each of us individualy to be so different. PLUS all the million animals, micro-organisms, plants..etc... AND all the natural phenomenans like El Nino, La Nina, Floods, Droughts,the way the sun shines...It's mad how He can make so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WHOLE UNIVERSE---&gt; HE MADE. AND YET, He care's about us? It's crazy really. But it feels good that someone loves us, NO ONE can love us more than He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply amazing..His Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1112002868622482001?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1112002868622482001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1112002868622482001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1112002868622482001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1112002868622482001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6576569598542989319</id><published>2009-07-13T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:16:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little extract from "The Passing of the wind"</title><content type='html'>This is sad..., extracted from "The Passing of the wind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's always a time in life when your life is perfect. And though you know there's no such thing as perfect, it feels perfect. Its then when you start to enjoy life, to thoroughly live each day to your fullest because you are just so happy. During this time, you believe so much in yourself and in God that it just seems like you can do anything. It's like you're suddenly a mini-god yourself, because no matter how much you think, "oh what if i fail?", you still end up succeeding. You love yourself. Not in a sense of pride and arrogance, but more of a sense you appreciate yourself. You are amazed at what you can do and how life is so, so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's always a break, where you don't do much stuff to succeed. You're still happy, overjoyed. But it's a break, so you don't actually do anything that pumps yourself up, or make your "perfect" life any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all breaks come to an end. And somehow, sometimes, in some weird way, the break ends, with a tragedy, or you lose something so special, making you hate the whole situation so much. This tragedy just pins your hear, knifes your heart, straight in. And all you can do is to try to bring back what you've lost. But in the end when you lose that special thing, you're just so tired of life. But because the years of confidence and pride in your heart tells you to move on, you do. You continue with a new part of your life, and put the relaxation away, put the heartache away, to face a new term of life, where you can do all the stuff that made people admire you so much, do the stuff that made people adore you, and made people to a certain extent, jealous of you. Yeah, you wanna repeat all those again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when you resume your daily affairs, and start to realise, you're not perfect anymore. You start to wonder and your mind starts to drift. You start to think, "is this it? Will this be finally the first failure in my life?" And so knowing things aren't going smoothly, you push just soo soo hard to make everything perfect again. And you do succeed! your glory days are back again! BUT, this time the glory with so much struggle and so much pain, that a tinch of your gold trophy is tarnished with a scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly, you start to lose it all. Somehow, you just got tired of succeeding, and you can't go on anymore no matter what you try. It's like your brain just stopped, its like your heart stopped beating. At this point you're just telling yourself, "I'm fine. I'm still the same, me. the perfect me." Alas, when you finally fail at something so big, reality slams you in the face, and you realise, you've lost it. EVERYTHING. you just threw it out of the window, all the success, all the triumphs, you threw all of it away, cause you were so satisfied, so unaware of how life can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when you stand admist all the failures, and you start to wonder what happened to me, you start to try again, to try and get back on your feet, to try and be a better person. But somehow its not as easy anymore because you've been at the highest point in your life and whenever you can't reach that again, you just feel so so dissappointed in yourself. And as you slowly climb back and as you slowly succeed bit by bit, somehow, the feeling of satisfaction is yet to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, disappointment creaps in. You get angry with yourself. You try to motivate yourself by remembering all those failures. And as you try just so hard to improve all aspects of your life, the desperation and the anger turns to hate. And this hate is the most cruel feeling on the earth. Because, this hate is self-hate. When you hate yourself, you don't feel loved anymore. when you hate yourself, you start to lose yourself, and you become a different person altogether. A person with no feelings. A person that's just a black and white picture. And when you turn back the pages of your life, you just realise what a huge hole you've jumped into. At this point, this is when your heart truly stops beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you start to think everyone hates you. You start to lock yourself up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying down everynight, you start to say, "I hope tomorrow will be better....Nah, who I am kidding? There is no better tomorow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right there when you say that line, you know you've lost the most important thing you need in life- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SELF BELIEF&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6576569598542989319?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6576569598542989319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6576569598542989319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6576569598542989319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6576569598542989319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-extract-from-passing-of-wind.html' title='A little extract from &quot;The Passing of the wind&quot;'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6065090082146077011</id><published>2009-07-09T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:59:49.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote me for President</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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Children, imagine a world with cotton candy clouds and strawberry fields. Teenagers, imagine a world where rows and rows of chocolate lines your school and school actually becomes exciting and meaningful. Imagine a world where you walk down the streets and all you see are little children playing with their hula hoops and the senior citizens laughing over a drink of tea,…(or beer). Yes, I can give you that world. No, it won’t be the perfect world. No world ever is, but it’ll be something better than where we are. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So what’s wrong with our world right now? Walk down the road, adults look weary and stressed of life, teenagers look like they want to rip off their uniforms, and children have thick spectacles and school bags ¾ their size. Yes, we may be a successful country, but what we have created is a country that ticks like a clock, works like a machine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is amazing how safe our country is, and how high our standard of living is, but now it is time to improve, to improve on this already flourishing country, to make her a happy place, literally. We have doctors, we have atheletes, we have singers. BUT, we have no Albert Einstein, no Roger Federer, no Michael Jackson, and no Da dong. Why? Maybe this country hasn’t made us want to believe in the impossible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So, how can I make a cotton candy world like that, actually sustainable? Well, look at other countries, they don’t have adults working like bees and students who spend their entire life burying their faces in thick, big, heavy textbooks, and yet their country is still as beautiful their people still as amazing, their economy still as thriving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Therefore, I believe that this beautiful world I strive for is definitely possible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, I want to talk about youths, who are of course the most important. The concerns of working adults will be met at a later date.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;So for the youths, firstly, the educational system in Singapore will be changed. No more school e mail is allowed, so that students can enjoy their weekends. No more art lessons for the unartistic like me. No more classrooms that have no natural wind blowing through. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Youths will also be given more opportunities to have a say in school. Students should be allowed to have a say about what events are held in the school and what kind of fund raising events are held in school. and more government land will be given to schools, as there are many fields in Singapore with snakes in them. But fear not, the snakes will be released in Pulau Tekong, as a way to train the NS men, and also an eco friendly way to ensure the snakes survive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;There are so many more points that I can talk about, and so many ways I make this the cotton candy world of kids, the crazy world of youths and the peaceful world of adults and elderly. And now, all you must ask yourself is Why, Why not? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6065090082146077011?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6065090082146077011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6065090082146077011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6065090082146077011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6065090082146077011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/07/vote-me-for-president.html' title='Vote me for President'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6606728454937399881</id><published>2009-06-10T00:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:22:37.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Grandfather.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6Igqr-u3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/1ExNw2fXPu8/s1600-h/Image_large11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6Igqr-u3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/1ExNw2fXPu8/s400/Image_large11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345359902531304306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6ISJtNrzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mRt_TtfkCWU/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6ISJtNrzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/mRt_TtfkCWU/s400/111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345359653159939890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6HxqKFfXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/sQZ_B5XXQsA/s1600-h/Image_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6HxqKFfXI/AAAAAAAAAvM/sQZ_B5XXQsA/s400/Image_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345359094935289202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather was a photographer. Never knew him, never met him. Always wished he was still alive. Check out this link: It's a write up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://infopedia.nl.sg/articles/SIP_1420_2009-01-13.html"&gt;Kouo Shang Wei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm a pity, i've got none of his talents..HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics he took: (They're all quite faded already, but still have loads at home:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the one with the aerial view of SG river. According to my dad, he was always famous for tat kinda shots. Don't ask me how he did it...Cause I don't think there were many tall buildings then. My dad said he had a glib tongue:) haha talked his way through security guards, maybe, to get up there! ahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"The other contemporary photographers include Lee Lim who gained inspiration for his photography through Chinese painting, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kouo Shang We&lt;/span&gt;i who was fond of architectural photography and was also interested in the subject of Samsui Women."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is qouted from Wikpedia...under some other guys profile.hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure seems  pretty interesting to me. Damn, wat i would give to meet him:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snapsg/3149290619/in/set-72157611874189622/"&gt;Picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/snapsg/3150121530/in/set-72157611874189622/"&gt;Picture 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6606728454937399881?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6606728454937399881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6606728454937399881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6606728454937399881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6606728454937399881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/tribute-to-grandfather.html' title='A tribute to Grandfather.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Si6Igqr-u3I/AAAAAAAAAvc/1ExNw2fXPu8/s72-c/Image_large11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7181815302945524291</id><published>2009-06-08T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:20:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Federer.</title><content type='html'>HE WON THE FRENCH OPEN!! MAGNIFIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many are still debating. Is he the best? He keeps on losing to Nadal, how can he be the best? But That's the thing. DO you know why FEd beats everyone except Nadal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because.. Fed has a single backhand stroke. And because Nadal is a left hander, his POWERFUL top spinned forehand flies to Fed's back hand. WHen this happens, Fed has a difficulty dealing with the high bounce due to his stroke and game type. This is one of hte main reasons why Fed cannot defeat Nadal on many occassions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, Nadal had problems against Soderling. Fed on the other hand, steam rolled sOderling. YEs, soderling may not have played his best..but even soderling said the reason why he did not play well, is BECAUSE he was not given the oppurtunity by Federer. Because Soderling could not read Fed's game, while he could read NAd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this case, it was unlucky for Nad that he met Soderling who was playing freking' well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that the game type was all different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ITS DECIDED..FEDERER IS THE BEST....AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;but ok..nad is relaly good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not my fave:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7181815302945524291?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7181815302945524291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7181815302945524291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7181815302945524291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7181815302945524291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/federer.html' title='Federer.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2518009009147314218</id><published>2009-06-01T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:07:18.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadal is officially out in the FRENCH OPEN.</title><content type='html'>Unbelievable. I don't hate Nadal, but I'm glad cause at least it helps Fed in his bid to win the French Open Title, to complete THE GRANDSLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hero of the day, was Robin Soderling. HE played AMAZING. I think he would have beaten Fed if he had played him today. It's amazing. I'm just stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as the French Open crowd cheers, "Oey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2518009009147314218?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2518009009147314218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2518009009147314218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2518009009147314218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2518009009147314218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/06/nadal-is-officially-out-in-french-open.html' title='Nadal is officially out in the FRENCH OPEN.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7395416646986012153</id><published>2009-05-30T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:37:57.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering and Wondering</title><content type='html'>You know. people always say move on don't stick to your past. Start to change and adapt to survive. And then we also have half the world saying, don't ever change. Just be who you are. So i'm sitting here thinking, so which is it? 1. Change our attitude as time goes on. 2. Stay true to who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but it doesn't make sense to always be yourself. As in, i don't mean that we should all wear a mask and be some person we're not. But as we grow, we got to improve ourselves for the better, making ourselves more.....i don't know, good? And yet the difficulty in it, is to still keep the essence of ourselves. In otherwords, we have to change ourselves and yet be ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my deduction, but I'm looking at it and saying...that is totally a paradox. It's undefinable. I mean, lets say we want to define what "being true to ourselves" means. If habits and actions are the things that defines our character, then there is no way we can improve ourselves without being someone else. Another way, to define our true self, is how we were brought up. On the basic ideals that we believe in. Let's say someone who truly believes in peace, love and hope, but is lazy. So maybe, she changes her laziness, but yet keeps her ideals in her heart, forever sticking by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I'm thinking again, even if thats how we define "our true selves", it's almost impossible to try and change your character and at the same time not let there be a conflict between this "new me" and the "true me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT ON EARTH DO WE DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I have no idea. but I'm sitting in this chair thinking. Don't take anything I say seriously. After all, I'm just a 15 year old girl thats just trying to do something more worth my while than facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...how can we "change ourselves for the better" yet "be who we truly are"?? Doesn't make sense does it?...UNLESS...we breakdown all there is to our fundemental and complex selfs, and view ourselves as just human beings. PLAIN and SIMPLE human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine this, you and me. no expressions. no feelings on anything. Just us. PLAIN EMPTY. (with our clothes on of course, haha). And...we've got nothing on ourselves. We're just...HUMANS. The only thing we feel, is a heart pumping. So if that is our "true selves" then CHANGING OURSELVES, will be noo problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTT....that's impossible. From the moment we came to this earth, we already had a perception. We cried if the doctor spanked our butts cause, we have feelings, a view on things. So it is impossible to again define our true chracters as, "empty, plain, simple".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're back to square one. So HOW on EARTH or SPACE do we change oursevles and yet be true to ourselves??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make sense does it? I don't know. Maybe you do. But I can't figure this out For me, I believe  changing is important. If we don't change, how do we ever improve. but yet, i agree. WE musn't change to be someone else. We must change oursevles to be a better us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. sounds as impossible.&lt;br /&gt;HHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7395416646986012153?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7395416646986012153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7395416646986012153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7395416646986012153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7395416646986012153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/wandering-and-wondering.html' title='Wandering and Wondering'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7858346491812305465</id><published>2009-05-16T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:51:31.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>Hi! I'm back from OBS and guess what...it ROCKED MY SOCKS.. AHAAH..&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna forget anything about OBS..so i'm gonna write down EVERYTHINg..&lt;br /&gt;however, I'm not in the mood to do so, so i'll just write down the main points tonight... and continue on another day.&lt;br /&gt;here's my summary.//HAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Arrived, and started packing those stupid fat Tatonka bags..haahha..and also did the jetty jump. Got a taste of dry biscuits and it rained...alot.. At night..had to hike up some muddy hill to pitch tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: INDIANA! Made it to the top!! i loved it up there:) Then, we continued on to kayaking(learning the basics) before kayaking to camp 2! Where we had to pitch our tents AGAIN. This was the start of our "on the move" journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Unpitch tents again...Had to get ready for our land exepition...&lt;br /&gt;Land expedition was soo tiring...with those 15 kg bags and the long distance and overgrown foilage, not to mention, the hornets and bees(which i will tell you more about) camped at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: WOO HOO..kayaking expedition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: WOOHOO..pack pack and clean..then leave:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may look at this and say..that's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT TRUST ME...the details will be a 10000000 word eassay..cause there's so much more to sya...the food..the conditions..the heavy tents..the casualties..the insects..the laughter...the instructors...ahaha never ending..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7858346491812305465?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7858346491812305465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7858346491812305465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7858346491812305465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7858346491812305465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-428246619215026825</id><published>2009-05-03T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:01:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with this AWARE saga?</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've all heard about the AWARE thingy. I was reading the newspaper about it. It's something about some new exco coming in...blah blah i think you know wat the story is. I don't really mind which side wins cause I don't really care, but what made me feel really weird is that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This aware thingy is set up for Women rights, right? Then how come, it came into a organisation that made woman turn against woman? How come it ended up a case, of during the general meeting, woman were shouting and booing each other (both sides of supporters) like male hooligans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I also thought it was quite stupid to have men shouting at the new exco. I personally didn't really care which side won, but i think sinces AWARE is about women, why on earth are they letting MEN, of all the species in the world, shout at WOMEN? What's this??? I thought we should be encouring women to speak up and to not let men be ungentlemanly thugs and let them run us over? If I were shouted to by a man I would have asked him to get his sorry ass out of the room. So much for women rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, what were the men doing there? Other than the exco's and leaders husbands, which of course were there to support their wives.. WHAT ON EARTH WERE MEN DOING AT A WOMEN RIGHTS GROUP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something that really peeved me, was that religion was brought into this whole secular saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. when did women become "passionate" hooligans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i'll continue with my life:) Have fun studying yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-428246619215026825?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/428246619215026825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=428246619215026825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/428246619215026825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/428246619215026825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-with-this-aware-saga.html' title='What&apos;s up with this AWARE saga?'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-6061981978102274370</id><published>2009-05-01T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:50:19.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hans and Sophie SCHOLL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfsaDsfESWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/caNBx3wCFY0/s1600-h/Sophie+%26+Hans+Scholl+with+Christoph+Probst+1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfsaDsfESWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/caNBx3wCFY0/s320/Sophie+%26+Hans+Scholl+with+Christoph+Probst+1942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330883234706508130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brave souls who stood up against Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;They were executed and beheaded.&lt;br /&gt;Brave heroes of the past, present and future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-6061981978102274370?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/6061981978102274370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=6061981978102274370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6061981978102274370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/6061981978102274370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/05/hans-and-sophie-scholl.html' title='Hans and Sophie SCHOLL'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfsaDsfESWI/AAAAAAAAAuk/caNBx3wCFY0/s72-c/Sophie+%26+Hans+Scholl+with+Christoph+Probst+1942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5892745501643466915</id><published>2009-04-27T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:06:51.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deed Done:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfXJ_H7wNZI/AAAAAAAAAuc/occwmBDgq4w/s1600-h/wwf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfXJ_H7wNZI/AAAAAAAAAuc/occwmBDgq4w/s320/wwf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329387820361463186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yeah! I got my MANATEE adoption from WWF--&gt;World Wildlife fund! whopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. you better too! Save the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WWF! GO PANDA! GO GREEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5892745501643466915?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5892745501643466915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5892745501643466915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5892745501643466915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5892745501643466915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/deed-done.html' title='A Deed Done:)'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SfXJ_H7wNZI/AAAAAAAAAuc/occwmBDgq4w/s72-c/wwf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7936498084054296067</id><published>2009-04-18T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:48:24.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Boyle</title><content type='html'>Just type her name in youtube. You'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7936498084054296067?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7936498084054296067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7936498084054296067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7936498084054296067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7936498084054296067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.html' title='Susan Boyle'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1621268051398751775</id><published>2009-04-16T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:32:05.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Do a little something yeah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.worldwildlife.org/ogc/species_category.cfm"&gt;Adopt a "pet"!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Heard of WWF? World Wildlife Fund? It's one of the largest Non-Governmental organisations in the world that conserves wildlife. What do i mean by adopting a pet? Click on the web site, and select an animal. All animals have a plush representing them, and you can buy them. It's so cute! And there are so many specieces. Yes, It's expensive. I intend to buy the $50 package. BUt I realised, all I have to is to save up and its very reachable!:) I like the Manate, Anaconda, Snow Leopard,Otter, Bucket of Frogs and Black footed Ferret! HAHA can't decide:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys can help out too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1621268051398751775?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1621268051398751775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1621268051398751775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1621268051398751775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1621268051398751775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-do-little-something-yeah.html' title='Let&apos;s Do a little something yeah?'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5040504551877964978</id><published>2009-04-15T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:12:52.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List I hate.</title><content type='html'>HEHE. I got the hottest list. So, I should have a list of stuff I hate. Ok Hate sounds too harsh. Let's say, dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most hated goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Band: Jonas Brothers (listen to them live, and you know what I mean. Just a bunch of pretty boys)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Sportsman: Cristiano Ronaldo (strutting around in his gelled hair, he's not the player he was a year ago)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Sports to watch: Golf (haha sorry but I really can't stand it)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Colour: Brownish Muddy Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Worst Subject: Art (sorry guys.)&lt;br /&gt;Worst instrument: Recorder&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit: Eating your own fingernails&lt;br /&gt;Worst Singer: Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Worst TV Show: The Table Tennis show on now on Channel 8. (Sorry sorry haha all the fans)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Cartoon Movie: Sharks Tale&lt;br /&gt;Worst Movie: Star Wars (I'm not a sci-fi lover)&lt;br /&gt;Worst Brand: I don't really have one, cause eveyrone has their own kinda fashion and style.&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song: A litle bit Longer (Jonas Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so yeaps. That's what I think. AHHA don't get offended hor. Just personal preferences. But objections anyone? AHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5040504551877964978?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5040504551877964978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5040504551877964978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5040504551877964978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5040504551877964978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/list-i-hate.html' title='The List I hate.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4275561534991772150</id><published>2009-04-05T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:04:41.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men in my life are dying.</title><content type='html'>The sports world is going hay wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ferrari is losing badly and being trashed by teams such as BRAWN GP, TOYOTA and even REDBULL, in the F1 season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Manchester United lost 2 games in a row. And now, they have a long list of suspensions and injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Federer is so so so so dying. He's like growing old and at the same time, getting frustrated with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Won't you now say that the sports world is totally totally just WRONG?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4275561534991772150?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4275561534991772150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4275561534991772150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4275561534991772150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4275561534991772150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/04/men-in-my-life-are-dying.html' title='The Men in my life are dying.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8824836471475950963</id><published>2009-03-16T23:31:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:11:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juni's Hottest List!(hhaha..just for fun's sake).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53wvED-AI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KxuvPbEfZPs/s1600-h/tarzan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53wvED-AI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KxuvPbEfZPs/s320/tarzan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313816289494693890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Names and Categories can be found at the bottom of this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53wLWjwjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pR-NHNOduSY/s1600-h/ponyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53wLWjwjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pR-NHNOduSY/s320/ponyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313816279908598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53IV3eNpI/AAAAAAAAAts/IZgo3AuqXH8/s1600-h/clinteastwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Female Politician: Ms. Eunice Olson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Male Singer: Josh Groban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Female Singer: Katie Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Actor: Takeshi Kaneshiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Actress: Angelina Jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hottest Barber: Sweeny Todd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHAHA any objections, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8824836471475950963?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8824836471475950963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8824836471475950963' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8824836471475950963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8824836471475950963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/03/junis-hottest-listhhahajust-for-funs.html' title='Juni&apos;s Hottest List!(hhaha..just for fun&apos;s sake).'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sb53wvED-AI/AAAAAAAAAt8/KxuvPbEfZPs/s72-c/tarzan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1911626487265754800</id><published>2009-03-15T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:52:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Buggeroos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SbyxuOGxt0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/90AHGOVqvho/s1600-h/IMG_4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SbyxuOGxt0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/90AHGOVqvho/s320/IMG_4489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313317068008961858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Name: Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Nickname: Juma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Health: Acceptable Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Friendliness: Not very Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Favourite Activity: Running anywhere and everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Most Hated Activity: Bathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Favourite Toy: Hamster Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Favourite Food: The green green pellet stuff in the food mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fur Condition: Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Intelligence Level: High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Speed: Ultra Fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bravery: Coward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sbyvdcj3rlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/64EjMY5XnLc/s1600-h/IMG_4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/Sbyvdcj3rlI/AAAAAAAAAsM/64EjMY5XnLc/s320/IMG_4497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313314580808052306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Name: Buggeroos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Nickname: Juju Baba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Health: Borderline Overweight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Friendliness: Super, duper extra friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Favourite Activity: Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Most hated Activity: Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Favourite Toy: Anything that she can bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Favourite Food: Chewing pellets and Sunflower seeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Fur Condition: Thick and Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Intelligence Level: Below Average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Speed: Slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Bravery: Very Courageous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA..the profiles of my hamsters. very different hor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1911626487265754800?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1911626487265754800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1911626487265754800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1911626487265754800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1911626487265754800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunshine-and-buggeroos.html' title='Sunshine and Buggeroos'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SbyxuOGxt0I/AAAAAAAAAsU/90AHGOVqvho/s72-c/IMG_4489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2872044644185951165</id><published>2009-03-08T21:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:22:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For is this world crumbling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know my previous poem was so, well, haha, quite demoralising. But you know, I just had flag day yesterday, and collecting the donations for the charity was quite saddening. I mean, all i needed was a dollar from each person, for every minute, just one person gave, and by the end, i would have gotton 300 dollars! however, it seemed like not everyone felt generous. Or rather, felt for once, helpful. I saw a 9-year old give more than a young adult. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong by judging, maybe that adult was desperately broke or something. But somehow, the earphones of the IPOD stuck into his ears made me beg to differ. At least there were some kind souls. This flag day really made me reflect on what our societies have become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A continuation from: "Cause I'm barely breathing"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this can be found in the February posts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And as I choke and scream and shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I strain my neck and beg for help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Would there be someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;To untie the chords of death from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The world swirls around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As the weeds strangle me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I see the people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But it seems they do not hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;They look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;With eyes as cold as ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;They look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And yet they seem to see through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I scream and shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As I search their faces for a piece of compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And that is when I realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It was their hearts that had grown cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;For all they could see was themselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Not some worthless scum like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh what use would it be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;If this leech of society survived?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As I am consumed by the weeds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And as they drag me lower, lower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I sink further into the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh, I thnk my time has come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;But, my heart continues to beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As I feel my life is still complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The weeds loosen their grip,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And curl back to the depths of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My soul jumps with joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As I pull myself up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh the joy of mankind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The pure joy of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yet, something else was holding me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Something so strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Something so merciless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Something that seemed so firmiliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And as I looked down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I saw with its hands wrapped around my ankle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The devilish eyes of the monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It's name was humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Juniper Cheong                           8/03/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2872044644185951165?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2872044644185951165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2872044644185951165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2872044644185951165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2872044644185951165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-is-this-world-crumbling.html' title='For is this world crumbling?'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3086821698996105866</id><published>2009-02-22T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:56:41.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I'm Barely Breathing</title><content type='html'>The world is like a forest,&lt;br /&gt;With Trees, flowers, birds and bees.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the weeds are a plenty,&lt;br /&gt;The aphids like life-suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humanity roams the beauty of the world,&lt;br /&gt;And as he admires the wonderful creations,&lt;br /&gt;The thorns and weeds stick out like eyesores&lt;br /&gt;And cause his heart to cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He desperately tries to pull them out,&lt;br /&gt;To trample, destroy and kill.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they cannot stop growing,&lt;br /&gt;As if to live was their only will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he tries to defeat them,&lt;br /&gt;They start to entangle around him.&lt;br /&gt;They move up his body,&lt;br /&gt;As he tries to pull away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the day is dying,&lt;br /&gt;And the night is coming.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to run away,&lt;br /&gt;Only to find the weeds stuck close to his skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what are these disgusting creatures?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh is this all that beauty can produce?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how the thorns pierce my sides,"&lt;br /&gt;"And how the weeds, they strangle me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For I am barely breathing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;As the weeds are coming up to my shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For I am barely moving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Oh what has happened to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Juniper Cheong--22/2/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3086821698996105866?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3086821698996105866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3086821698996105866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3086821698996105866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3086821698996105866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-im-barely-breathing.html' title='Cause I&apos;m Barely Breathing'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3489746777056458024</id><published>2009-02-18T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:57:16.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Federer Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SZwFonCqGOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XwVg-vORGOY/s1600-h/n1407722462_30088586_9121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SZwFonCqGOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XwVg-vORGOY/s320/n1407722462_30088586_9121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304120656368638178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SZwFoYGTegI/AAAAAAAAAq0/EUmi-saEkuo/s1600-h/n596349173_479887_8715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SZwFoYGTegI/AAAAAAAAAq0/EUmi-saEkuo/s320/n596349173_479887_8715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304120652357401090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The notion of a vulnerable Federer, of a king seeking to reclaim his throne, has only enhanced appreciation for his incredible tennis legacy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ATP's DEUCE: Federer's No. 1 focus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3489746777056458024?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3489746777056458024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3489746777056458024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3489746777056458024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3489746777056458024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/federer-legacy.html' title='The Federer Legacy'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SZwFonCqGOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/XwVg-vORGOY/s72-c/n1407722462_30088586_9121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7633831759004362847</id><published>2009-02-17T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:58:51.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this.</title><content type='html'>"The Body is the chariot,&lt;br /&gt;Reason the charioteer,&lt;br /&gt;Mind is the reins.&lt;br /&gt;The Horses are the five senses,&lt;br /&gt;Their paths are the objects of sense.&lt;br /&gt;So the one whose chariot is driven by Reason&lt;br /&gt;And holds the reins of his Mind,&lt;br /&gt;Reaches the end of the journey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Upanishads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. This extract's got DEPTH man. It's just got to be the most philosophical but true statement I have ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7633831759004362847?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7633831759004362847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7633831759004362847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7633831759004362847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7633831759004362847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-your-smart-try-to-write-something.html' title='Read this.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4541289149566554409</id><published>2009-02-12T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:49:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I am...</title><content type='html'>Flying to the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4541289149566554409?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4541289149566554409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4541289149566554409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4541289149566554409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4541289149566554409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/02/caus-i-am.html' title='Cause I am...'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7882357250656664506</id><published>2009-01-31T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:08:47.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SYRpTz5_bXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XvmrZQ5YxVI/s1600-h/IMG_4380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SYRpTQ4q5II/AAAAAAAAAqU/0wiIBOmCNxI/s320/IMG_4376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474841365636226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SYRpTBHZbuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/P9GrZ9WBmMo/s1600-h/IMG_4374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SYRpTBHZbuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/P9GrZ9WBmMo/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297474837132439266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7882357250656664506?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7882357250656664506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7882357250656664506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7882357250656664506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7882357250656664506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/cny-08.html' title='CNY 09'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SYRpTz5_bXI/AAAAAAAAAqk/XvmrZQ5YxVI/s72-c/IMG_4380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-4823763501501389303</id><published>2009-01-21T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:19:34.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New "matrix city" look</title><content type='html'>He he..I decided to move away from my favourite mountains for a while, and give this blog a city look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PICTURE. Took it out of the balcony of our somerset apartment, when we were staying in Melbourne City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, all the pics I use for my blog(other than the Roger Fed's ones) are all taken by me, AND COPYRIGHTED! hahaha...OH and if any of you seem to like any of the pics, and want a postcard of it. Sure. ORDER ONE from me! hahahaha..I wanna start a little business here. Mua haha. I haven't thought of the price yet, but my printer and open wallet's waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA BYE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-4823763501501389303?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/4823763501501389303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=4823763501501389303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4823763501501389303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/4823763501501389303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-matrix-city-look.html' title='New &quot;matrix city&quot; look'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1204972408848790794</id><published>2009-01-21T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:14:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating, 1, 2, 3.</title><content type='html'>Oh man. Haven't posted in AGES. So, I've decided to come back and post, and to tell you guys how life has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hamsters are doing AWESOME. Sunshine and Buggeroos have grown like at least half an inch! They're busy running around and are around 4 weeks old now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm gonna join Crezawards. (if I make it through the auditions, because i heard the standard is high high high! so if i do, then yea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I did well for my math test which i freaked out for. Thanks to God, cause He really helped me through. Was so busy that weekend before the test I tell you, I could have died being busy. But God's grace shown through:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm gonna be joining an outside choir: WILDEMPIRE! (can't wait=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm a history rep. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The 26th of Jan is Li Xin's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chinese New Year is NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now for the serous business)&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my trademark song with my friends have been "all you need is love" by the one and only BEATLES. I don't know, but i think there's too much "unloving" in this world right now. (Not that I am not guilty of this). But it's true. More often than not, we're so quick to judge someone. I mean, have we ever thought, maybe someone did that something for a reason? And like, when someone does something TOTALLY unlike her, does it necessarily mean she is faking it? or trying to be someone she's not? However, have we EVER really thought--What if she's trying to change by doing something real nice for once, and here we are, standing at the side and saying she's faking it or he's trying to be someone he's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time WE ourselves changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I don't love everyone. (duh). So it makes me kinda sad, that i can say to the whole world I am a christian. And yet "Where is the Love?" Right now at this moment, I don't HATE anyone. But that doesn't matter. Because when I curse someone in front of others, God sees. Eveyone else does to. Now what kind of testimony am I? No matter how much I don't hate someone, just one word of cursing in the heat of the moment is already a testimony of how I "unlove" someone. It's saddening don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this judging of people. Thanks to God that I've managed to tone down just a little on that through these few years. I used to judge others by like what they did, like the moment they did something bad, it meant THEY WERE BAD. But no, that's not true. Someone who smokes or is a gangster may be the NICEST person you have ever met. And trust me, that is TRUE. And so many times we falter by saying that someone is this this this, just becuase she has a bad habit of doing something wrong. yet, have we ever thought, Don't WE OURSELVES have our own flaws? Why judge? Leave the judging to God! Why don't we just show this love we tell others that Jesus has given to us, instead of spreading rumours of others and trying to act all holy and everything by judging someone who may be "doing wrong".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told us to love. Simple and straightforward. Even if that person may be a fake and all, just show him/her the love we were told to give. If they really are just putting a show on to impress the world, so be it. Let God deal with them. Love to me is something I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; to grasp hold of. Maybe I'm touching it a little??, that's most likely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the case It's more like I'm totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; getting the true meaning of love.  .....BUT maybe it's time we all really start to reach out to this love, and really take hold of it, before we start to hang on with one hand, and reach out the other to the other people below. Then, we can pull them up, to hang on to this love, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:19-21&lt;br /&gt;"Do not take revenge, my friends but leave room for God's Wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord. On the contrary: "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap curning coals on his head." Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, my friend, is the only thing that will truly last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1204972408848790794?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1204972408848790794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1204972408848790794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1204972408848790794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1204972408848790794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/updating-1-2-3.html' title='Updating, 1, 2, 3.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1869751970825121831</id><published>2009-01-06T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:36:26.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>I just deleted all my pics of roger fed on my com. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like really. I STILL LOVE HIM! BUT. I told God in Church Camp that i'll spend less time getting pics on internet of him, and don't have any pics of him in my files. I left some on the blog (couldn't bear to delete all). I WILL ALWAYS CHEER FOR ROGER. And watch almost all his matches, haha but i said i'll delete. So have to lor. ARGH. crap. I spent so long on all the compilations. Sighs Sighs. But oh wells. Life's about choices right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..I'm still MARRIED TO HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, spending less time with him. Giving Fed his freedom you know? a man needs his freedom:) hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1869751970825121831?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1869751970825121831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1869751970825121831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1869751970825121831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1869751970825121831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-9113210744200834927</id><published>2009-01-06T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:26:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir is a sport.</title><content type='html'>Don't think choir is just play play and sing sing hor, and that its for weaklings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm dead. hahah. well my muscles are. Mrs Lim taught us some important exercises to do everyday that will strengthen our ass and abs. So i did it, for the first night, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me my friend, kill me. Cause my back, ass, neck and lower fats in the stomach, hurts! If you don't know, singing invovles squeezing your ass in, releasing tension in your neck and shoulders, breathing in, expanding both your lungs and abs, reminding yourself that your centre of gravity is 4 fingers below your belly button, all weight must be on the ball of your feet, cheecks and eyebrows must always be lifted, tongue must not be curled up, but touching the bottom teeth..ok i can go on and on. I used to think choir singing was just sing sing, when i first entered Crez Choir in 2007. (getting older by the minute..eew) hahah...yeap. but i was in for a surprise man. This 2 years have been awesome. But i have a BIG problem, i use too much of my neck muscles. And the thing is, i still can sing high, so it MAKES IT EVEN MORE DIFFICULT to erase the habit. I'm trying, haha,,even Ms Ong and all my choir mates say my veins pop when i sing the super high notes. So, I pray with all my heart, Mrs Lim can help me, and I can help myself. I qoute her, "You must sing freely!" hahaha..i'll try.  At least she did say there was SOME improvement. How much I don't know :) It was during the weird "rrrrriii" "raaeee" and "raaaaa" exercise, and we raise our arms like stretching. Really good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, back to the point. OUCH. I can't move properly! I did the leg lifts cycle thingy, and it hurt so bad, cause i already strained those muscles this afternoon. I can imagine if i'm really unfit. I'll just die and faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, good news is, i'm gonna continue, ahahahahahah. My life motto: Mind over matter:)...It works really, when your mind really just whips your body! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorow is my first PE lesson! Measure Height and Weight! I better not have gained weight, for all the running i've done this hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I'm getting old. I'm tired already. But THANK GOD there's such a thing as sleep, cause you know wat? I wanna sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Juni. Juni. Juni. Juni.&lt;/span&gt; (don't you just love my name?)     ;) hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-9113210744200834927?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9113210744200834927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=9113210744200834927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9113210744200834927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9113210744200834927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/choir-is-sport.html' title='Choir is a sport.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-7772943134135260959</id><published>2009-01-03T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:47:24.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan</title><content type='html'>If I have a son, i'll name him LOGAN. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Federer. Sounds cool yo. But, of course i'll draw myself back to reality, that the surname will not be Federer, but most likely something like, tan, lee, lim, ah seng, poon, guan, zhang, cheong or some singaporean surname. (sad i know) hahaha..no cool sound. but nevertheless, i think logan sounds real cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the name doesn't go, i'll name my son ANGUS. or AMBROSE. or JEROME. YEap yeap...so it's either, LOGAN, ANGUS, AMBROSE, or JEROME.   hahahah..i know thy're like quite uncommen, but that's the point, i like unique names like mine:) OH WAIT!!! I like JUDE too! and ASHER!   So, my sons shall be named:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Logan, Angus, Ambrose, Jerome, Jude or Asher&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout' a girl? hmm....I don't know..Like there are less girls' names that i actually know of that are unusual. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know SHILOH is real cool, but that's taken by pris and agelina jolie, so it's a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope??(eew)  hmm...or maybe RAINE!! oo, that's german. Exciting eh? KEIRA. How about FRANCISCA? or DAKOTA...ooo MONIQUE, i like that. hmm maybe JUNO or JUNIO. (junio is kinda my nick name, but it sounds cute. so no, it's out....sounds to nick namish.) oh oh..hhaha how about PETUNIA! haha super exotic man!ok..now i am getting bored, so maybe Genevieve too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the options: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAINE, KEIRA, FRANCISCA, DAKOTA, MONIQUE, PETUNIA, GENEVIEVE&lt;/span&gt;....oh my goodness, some of them are super exotic. I think i'll have to search MUCH LONGER for the girls' names. So difficult. But yeah la. like PETUNIA is like..(no comment). imagine if my mum named me that. I'll just die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i got all these from: &lt;a href="http://www.babyhold.com/"&gt;Juni's favourite baby names website!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah so fun lor, to search. the guys'  names all came from my brain, but the girls' i really had to search hard. haha but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to search Juniper.. but came up with nothing :/...wats this man. In america there are quite a no. of people called Juniper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, DON"T BE OFFENDED if any of your names are above and i saw eew or something! haha, its just my personal opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all i know, you may very well hate my favourite name in the world: JUNIPER! hahahahaha...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios guys! Have fun with the new school term!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7772943134135260959?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7772943134135260959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7772943134135260959' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7772943134135260959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7772943134135260959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/logan.html' title='Logan'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2682774610115728948</id><published>2009-01-03T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:14:53.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The open door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NKJV-30749" class="sup"&gt;Revelation 3:8&lt;/span&gt; “I know your works. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, I have set before you an open door, and no one can shut it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Revelation%203%20;&amp;amp;version=50;#fen-NKJV-30749d" title="See footnote d"&gt;d&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for you have a little strength, have kept My word, and have not denied My name.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I mean, this was my devotion on the 1st of Jan. And the thing that i was so shocked about, was that this was SOO similar to something that i learned and experienced in campFREE. The amazing thing is. I didn't buy this devotion book or something. I just saw it on the table, and just asked my parents if i could borrow it. And wow, the first verse i read, was that! And it says exactly what i experienced at campFREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you there was a moment, when we were just basking in the glory of God on the 2nd night. And an auntie just prayed for me. She prayed like as much as 4 times, cause she kept on standing up, and then coming back down to kneel and pray for me. I guess God had somehting that he really needed to say to me. And I still remember one phrase she said which just hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Girl, the Lord wants you to know that He has a door open for you. The door is there for you. All you have to do is to walk through it and into the light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those aren't the exact words, but the door part is the same. I'm a hundred percent sure. I mean, that was EXACTLY wat i needed to hear! I've always wanted to know for sure that God is there and opening this door of oppurtunity for me. (i know i should always have had faith in that, but honestly, i didn't). So it was just amazing when she prayed that on me. At that moment, you should have seen man. It was a crazy feeling. I wouldn't explain, hahaha its too personal :) But yeah, it was awesome nevertheless.  And i mean, its just that to hear those words when you aren't really on a spiritual high is AWESOME. Its like you know now truly, that God is really just there with that door of love open, telling you to just run through it in faith, and to jump into His light and his unfailing love and glory that surpasses all understanding. And I mean, when i read that verse, it was like God reminding me again----that whatever i experienced in campFREE was not fake or something. It was really HIM that was at work in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i mean, to hear those words, one from a person, and another from HIS holy word, is just awesome. And it just strengthens me to know that NO ONE CAN SHUT THE DOOR. No, not even SATAN, the most powerful demon. You know why? Cause in Jesus's name, Satan is defeated in all walks of life. That my GOD is more powerful than any force of this earth. All Jesus has to do is snap a finger, and Satan can be destroyed.Thats HOW BIG my God is. And its also good to know when it was mentioned in the verse, that we are weak. We, the body of Christ, each of us believers, we are weak to a certain extent. And for me, that applies. I'm weak in the sense, i don't have the word of the Lord trapped in my soul, that i fall to temptation. But this verse just encourages me, because it says, that though i have little strength, The Lord will keep the door open, because I have kept His word, and have not denied His name. Its like real cool,  cause i like know that Jesus will always have that door open, if i really do my utter best in HIS name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really great to read what was prayed for me that impacted me. Especially since i didn't really actually purposely buy the book or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, thank GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-2682774610115728948?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/2682774610115728948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=2682774610115728948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2682774610115728948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/2682774610115728948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2009/01/open-door.html' title='The open door'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-412620036771101205</id><published>2008-12-31T23:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:06:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>campFREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3 words: God totally rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I mean that's all i can say man. campFREE was awesome! AWESOME in every single tiny bit of way, and that's all cause of my AWESOME GOD. Firstly the weather was AMAZING!!! More than wat we even prayed for. We asked for good weather. The Lord gave us BLAZING SUN for ALL 3 days! On the second day it drizzled lightly, but all before we headed outdoors! And as i was in the camp comm, or rather, more in the games comm, we were worried the youths woudn't be like hyper and sporting. But praise God! On the first day, as they entered the beach for the first activity of the whole camp, they were EXCITED! Like really! And the teams were like so excited to start playing the games. I mean, me and the other comm members were kinda overwhelmed by God's work in the campers' hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Secondly, God blesses us with an amazing preacher. His name is Pastor Henson Lim---(the one who was featured on the newspaper with 6 kids and a presently pregnant wife). Everything that came out of his mouth, I firmly believe was what God wanted all of us to hear. He didn't say things to make us feel better, or said stuff about simple right and wrong. He literally just spelled out the truth. Everything he said just clicked. It was like it all made sense, but at the same time, was something that we all never thought of before. He would say something, and i would like pause for a moment, and then suddenly say in my head: YEAH! That's right! Oh, i've been wrong all the while!    It's just absolutly amazing how God has blessed us with Pastor Henson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thirdly, I thank God for coming into the camp and touching us. He was there, oh yes He was. Everyone felt it. Especially on the 2nd night. You can't imagine just HOW MUCH that night changed my life, and the lives of my other campers. I can't explain what happend. I would either not be able to find the words to explain that night, or write till i can't write anymore, and yet not achieve the goal of explaining wat happened tat night. I have faith that HE was there. Right there in the room, next to me. It's amazing if you think about it. The GOD YOU WORSHIP, in the very room you're in, looking at you, and stirring in you something amazing. All the session just basically showed to me just how wrong i've been living my life. On the second night, when we were basking in the glory of the Lord, and this auntie was praying for me, she kept on repeating that Jesus loved me. It was just amazing what i learnt on that night, and what i discoverd. (i'll tell you more about that experience, on another post. And its really personal, haha so i've gotta prepare what i wanna type out)           God was just there man. He touched many others too. and this is not be going to be just another event where after that "God moment", I step out of the door and go on high for God for the next week. No. This is the first step, to a better relationship with God. The words that were spoken from Pastor Henson, just showed me how to make my choices in life, and how to move on from here. I know that I have a VERY VERY VERY long way to go before I really live the christian life in the way that it should be lived. But I'll try. I mean just reading the sermon notes again, just shows to me what are some things that God just wants from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fourthly, I thank God for all the relationships fosterd. I mean, for me, being in the camp comm, it was really really hectic. We had to run here and there, in and out of sentosa, buying extra food if needed, and breakfast. We also had to stay late for meetings, and to wake up early to pray and to prepare all the food. The games needed a whole LOADS of planning, and we had to basically do ALOT. But thank God for the comm:) everyone in the comm was blessed by God. He gave us the strength and power to continue strong for the 3 days. And also opened some of our eyes of just how much grace He has. And its just really interesting, our comm! hahaha..I especially fostered closer bonds with some people that I wasn't really close to, like David (the man) Tan, Justin, Esther the PEH, and Felicia. We were busy the whole time, but happy and joyful. Peaceful too you could say. I would say that the word "joy" of the fruits of the sprit could apply here. We weren't just happy. We had joy:) cause we knew we were doing something for God. And i'm just shaken to know that I'm and instrument that God used. And instrument to plan for this camp, for Him. Its a great honour. And thinking about it now. It's totally rocking! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So many things to say, yet can't pour them all out. Basically, all I have to say, is that my God is amazing! I wouldn't say He is an amazing God, cause THERE IS ONLY ONE GOD! That's HIM! :) He was so great to us. Just making this camp more than any of the comm expected it to be. But by faith we prayed, and the Lord answered our prayers. Everything and anything good of the camp, was because of the Lord. He was the glue and the X-factor of the whole camp. This camp has just changed my life. hahah but it doesn't mean i'm gonna turn into a mother theresa tomorow. No. Definately. I won't be the nices person on earth in a week too. It's gonna be a slow process that I have faith that Jesus will just change me. By faith, I'll know that. And I pray that God will touch all the other campers, and that the youth in our church, will move further than wat we experienced and learnt at campFREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna share with you guys about wat exactly i learnt from this camp, but it's sooo much, so i'll just share a small bit here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;John 1:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Translated into greek, the "Word" in this verse would be "logos"(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;λόγος&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;). Another word that means "lorgros" can be translated to, is "logic". So if you put that in, the verse becomes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"In the beginging was the logic, and the logic was with God, and the logic was God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="me"&gt;Logic–noun &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="body"&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the science that investigates the principles governing correct or reliable inference.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a particular method of reasoning or argumentation: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;We were unable to follow his logic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the system or principles of reasoning applicable to any branch of knowledge or study.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;reason or sound judgment, as in utterances or actions: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;There wasn't much logic in her move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So you see, i think defination 3 applies more here. "the system or principles of reasoning". Everything has to run on a logic. Its like a base of how things are done. And if you read the verse again, (the edited one), you start to realise, that WOW, what it's trying to say, is that GOD IS THE LOGIC. THE BIBLE IS THE LOGIC. He is the logic of life. The Word was the Logic right from the beginning. We should live by this Logic, which is THE WORD! And then pastor Henson said as he held up the bible, "This is the Word of the Lord. I tell you, that everything in here is the truth. This is the truth. This is the logic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is how we are to live our lives! In accordance to this "logos". This logic that is the very base of this Earth. I have so many questions on life, and on how to make choices. Why don't I just turn to the logos? I know its true many things inside, don't adress issues like drug and sex directly. But if I look furthur, I can actually find something. This is the base of how I should run my life. The world runs on the logos of Satan. Maybe it's time we, the christians, step up to our place in the realm of God, and embrace the true logos--The Word of the Lord, and Our God Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can't remember the exact word Pastor Henson spoke, so the way i explain may be a bit weird, but one thing's for sure. I wanna live my life on this logos, this logic of my God, the logic of my life. And now, it's 11.57pm on the 31st december 2008. I'm gonna hang on until 2009 comes. I promised God I'll spend my life with God during the new year. I didn't go for watchnight cause of some reasons, but It doesn't mean i can't spend time with God. I'm gonna hang on, and say a pray as I approach this new year, and publish this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wonder how the new year will turn out. This 2008, i would say, was REALLY REALLy eventful. First time i'm in a camp comm, first time i did so well for exams, first time i truly have a best fren, first time i'm an SL, first time i had to go through some controversies, first time I realise just how importang God is in this life, first time I had such a long holiday of 2 months, first time i ever run 6k, first time i'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh~~   5..4..3...2....1..`.........................HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OH MY!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!2009 is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THIS IS CRAZY!!!!HAHAHAHAH WOW!I couldn't finish my sentance of 2008. But it's time to look forward to the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thank you God for a wonderful 2008, thanks for the camp that just made 2008 better than it could ever have been. I love you Jesus, and I pray you'll be the rock and the logos under my feet THROUGOUT 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4205746431229221583-412620036771101205?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/412620036771101205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=412620036771101205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/412620036771101205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/412620036771101205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/campfree.html' title='campFREE'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-2183153918023055200</id><published>2008-12-24T14:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:55:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fave shots of Melbourne 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHrAbFUHsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/HoiBpqcW1uQ/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHrAbFUHsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/HoiBpqcW1uQ/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283262230384877250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHqA8SNVaI/AAAAAAAAAps/2cmENE36u1o/s1600-h/IMG_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHqA8SNVaI/AAAAAAAAAps/2cmENE36u1o/s320/IMG_3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283261139785700770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHqAtO1BXI/AAAAAAAAApk/mJty82w23d4/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHqAtO1BXI/AAAAAAAAApk/mJty82w23d4/s320/IMG_3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283261135744992626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVHqAV_ts0I/AAAAAAAAApc/anru4DEm8Yo/s1600-h/IMG_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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So here are some pictures from over the hols. I still have LOADS more, so i'll pop by later, or maybe in a few days time and add on somemore!:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-WFzn0wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PetbKzLOroQ/s1600-h/IMG_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-WFzn0wI/AAAAAAAAAjg/PetbKzLOroQ/s320/IMG_3688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861280886510338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-VvYEc8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/s5D9zlcG3ho/s1600-h/IMG_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-VvYEc8I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/s5D9zlcG3ho/s320/IMG_3668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861274865365954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-VNlNwUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D2MF7a7uA8s/s1600-h/IMG_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-VNlNwUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D2MF7a7uA8s/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861265793696066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-U0ET0xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/tvcKfcCnjiY/s1600-h/IMG_3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB-U0ET0xI/AAAAAAAAAjA/tvcKfcCnjiY/s320/IMG_3639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861258944795410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB9WsVbhCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tRnWpjYIiwQ/s1600-h/IMG_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB9WsVbhCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tRnWpjYIiwQ/s320/IMG_3630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282860191717229602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SVB8g9gQGsI/AAAAAAAAAiw/RyU1LYDI6jA/s1600-h/IMG_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Okay fine, more than upsetting. And cause i just came back from Melbourne, i kinda just lazed around at home. Other than planning for camp and going for a concert, the past few days have been horrible. Kinda just trying my best to make life more happy for some of us..and kinda trying not to dwell on things (which is impossible)..but yesterday...two of my good pals, Mith and Claud told me to take a break. Like take the day off. So fine...I decided..today i'll do something else..so..in the morning, my body woke me up at 8 oclock just like the last 2 days..and i lay in bed for bout' 15 min... thinking about things..and then did the usual mornin' stuff..came downstairs..switched on my com...talked to Jollin..then ate my lunch...yah..that's how boring my mornings' have been. Then..i moved on to learn the SYF set piece--WHITE HORSES..not bad actually... a little tricky..but not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN..i came back out..did some com stuff...and then...all of a sudden at 3, i felt like swimming!! so i did! I should take a rest anyway..so did...&lt;br /&gt;Swam 40 laps!!! wow!! everyone!! 40!! ahhaha but my pool is minute...i think it's like 1 olympic pool lap ahhaha!! ok la not that bad...but i got bored after like 45 min..and then i went on to cycle...BIATHLON!..haahah..so i cycled...round and round and round the canal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during that time....I kept thinking about well....wats been upsetting..but you know..i wasn't upset...i had fun...going round and round and round..just for once not stuck in front of my com..i mean i've done my best..so wat is there to do anymore??..and i wasn't cycling my usual "I AM FAT cycle"..it was more of a...sound of music cycle! ahhaha...like real slow and peaceful...and i had my phone with me so after a few rounds..i would reply sms...and just well...live life in relaxation..hahah..haven't felt this happy in a while...ok..fine.not really a long long long while, but more like, since sunday..yeap yeapp...so you know...i guess i'm happy..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..tonight's another night..tomorow's another day..and who knows how many more twists in the story there will be..it's getting really tiring and irritating to find out so many things which you never thought could be true..but you know..i guess...that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO....i'll bask in the happiness of today, thank GOd for good weather..so i can cycle and swim..and just well...be happy!:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-7630993072720209794?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/7630993072720209794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=7630993072720209794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7630993072720209794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/7630993072720209794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-made-things-better.html' title='Today made things better.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3383101960309756251</id><published>2008-12-11T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:10:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Only hope</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;At this moment Lord, all we can say is that we need your help terribly. We're doing what we can for this situation, but it's all up to you now Lord. We really pray that this will work out for the best, and we thank you for your wisdom and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;In your son's name we pray,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3383101960309756251?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3383101960309756251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3383101960309756251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3383101960309756251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3383101960309756251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-only-hope.html' title='Our Only hope'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-3176258541377740558</id><published>2008-12-07T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:43:33.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circumstancial Evidence</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me wat that means.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that circumstances for the past 2 years seem to point to one thing.&lt;br /&gt;We try,&lt;br /&gt;We fly,&lt;br /&gt;We push,&lt;br /&gt;We soar.&lt;br /&gt;We run,&lt;br /&gt;We shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. We SING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my pro CSI investigating skills, i have seen that circumstances point to one thing. The thieves in the night come by, and snatch up what's dearest to our hearts. At this point, the thing that's so close to our hearts, is our leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're still gonna try, and fly, and push, and soar, and run and shout, and SING. We're never going to stop, no matter how many thieves there are. Cause one day we'll sing so loud, that thieves will never dare take away anything from us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CASE CLOSED-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-3176258541377740558?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/3176258541377740558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=3176258541377740558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3176258541377740558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/3176258541377740558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/12/circumstancial-evidence.html' title='Circumstancial Evidence'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8860429115811737700</id><published>2008-11-27T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:25:00.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internally MINI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SS5KeKkTD_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Fp6QNCz9E8Q/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SS5KeKkTD_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Fp6QNCz9E8Q/s320/DSC01184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273234095790559218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SS5KeI_NVmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/czuRAmSZUqc/s1600-h/DSC01183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SS5KeI_NVmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/czuRAmSZUqc/s320/DSC01183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273234095366559330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="323" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7efccc8ab70530c8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7efccc8ab70530c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D757106C771468E9D9EB5F190F808E05577E8A7C7.431E5A3D13D66C119897B87E62B8CFB1C1DEAF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7efccc8ab70530c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiAmvB2Up0tD-TQ0QnJceK4x85rQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="390" height="323" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7efccc8ab70530c8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330304423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D757106C771468E9D9EB5F190F808E05577E8A7C7.431E5A3D13D66C119897B87E62B8CFB1C1DEAF2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7efccc8ab70530c8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiAmvB2Up0tD-TQ0QnJceK4x85rQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES MY FRENS!!! I GOT INTO THE INTERIOR OF MS ONG'S MINI!!! Ok..it just means..i sat in it..WOW..hahahaha..never sat in one before, and Ms Ong finally allowed us to sit in it. I went in with My TWIN Ariel, and later, grace came to join us...WAHOOOO IT WAS SO NICE!!! RAHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8860429115811737700?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7efccc8ab70530c8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8860429115811737700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8860429115811737700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8860429115811737700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8860429115811737700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/internally-mini.html' title='Internally MINI'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SS5KeKkTD_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Fp6QNCz9E8Q/s72-c/DSC01184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5196679464454596893</id><published>2008-11-26T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:00:10.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Juni Song List</title><content type='html'>I've got a movie list. So why not have a song list? haha&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE MY TOP 10 favourite songs..for now..(in order of merit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Wonderful Tonight&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Michael Buble and Ivan Lims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I get where I'm going-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brad Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The World-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brad Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 2 3 4-----Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check Yes Juliet-----&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We the Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you-----George Benson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just Stand up-----Mixed Artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've got you under my skin------Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful-----Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Prayer-----Charlotte Church and Josh Groban OR   There for me---Sarah Brightman and Josh Groban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES..so here's the list..haha some of you must be looking at the songs and thinking..wat the hell is that? hahaha..but yes...i like a wide range of songs.....right now, i guess Brad Paisley is the fave, cause i have 2 of his songs on my list. He's a mordern country singer..and i LOVE his songs....BUTTTT..no one can beat the song: WONDERFUL TONIGHT...it's the best EVER...so beautiful...and don't ask me why there's 2 songs for no. 10..hahah I couldn't decide! I love Sarah Brightman much more than Charlotte Church, but both songs are great! I love them...:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeaps...ther's my list...and i think it  looks a little exotic..like the mix of songs is really..well, different? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherios,&lt;br /&gt;Junipeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-5196679464454596893?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/5196679464454596893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=5196679464454596893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5196679464454596893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/5196679464454596893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/juni-song-list.html' title='The Juni Song List'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-5680675555986491586</id><published>2008-11-24T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:02:19.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Drums</title><content type='html'>HEHE..don't worry..i'm not drumming like gothic songs or something...haha..It just means i was drumming at night..yeaps..i had one of those drumming sessions again, not in the morning, like last time though..at night...was doing accents, and playing around with semiquaver beats....it's fun:&gt; really fun:&gt; you know..i think..i could NEVER EVER get bored of drums...its just something that grasps you when you start playing...it's difficult to stop drumming once you've started...it's hypnotic! aha...AND....moving on..&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A VESPA...A YELLOW ONE!!! it doesn't matter which one actually....i would rejoice with ANY vespa..but yes, the dream is the yellow one..yellow will always be my favourite colour:)......so here's a vespa showcase..for you guys..to see wat i mean by------I WANT A VESPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SSqlo2VkHvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vq4r1ogicX4/s1600-h/Vespa-GTS-125-2008-1-1024x768-618590.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SSqlo2VkHvI/AAAAAAAAAeY/vq4r1ogicX4/s320/Vespa-GTS-125-2008-1-1024x768-618590.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272208434989899506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/SSqlpN6vraI/AAAAAAAAAeg/uRroUikkqW0/s1600-h/Vespa-S-125-2008-4-1024x768-853562.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Yeaps, remember on  sat? i posted on my right knee..yeaps..the pain has gotten WORSE. it's a ligament injury i think..it's because..on Sunday, the pain suddenly went away, and i smartly when to play frisbee with my dad, and ran and ran and ran. Monday Morning: Pain's back.  So you know...it's fine..just a little pain...BUT than..more dancing and dancing..and after today's dancing..OUCH..it's just a weird pain..its at the back of my right knee, and it's not like persistant pain..it's only when i am in some positions, like for example: sit in a weird position, put my weight on my right knee..that kinda things...yah.........BUT thank God I'm not coming down with a sore throat. I would gladly have this right knee pain instead of a sorethroat, so That's something to SMILE about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good, after all. So, I, the member of the Constand and Confident club of the Crez Choir, am happy to proclaim this: "LIFE IS GOOD!":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-9051881830858009251?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/9051881830858009251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=9051881830858009251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9051881830858009251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/9051881830858009251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-we-are-constant-and-confident.html' title='For we are the Constant and Confident'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-8248495528290511486</id><published>2008-11-17T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:05:16.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover.</title><content type='html'>So...wat do you think of my new title picture? the leaves..nice eh? took em today....just about less than an hour ago...it's pouring heavily here, and i decided, that i need some "rainy" shots..so i did..and guess wat, i got this nice picture, which i cropped to get those leaves..i cancelled out the stalks and all....and then of course did a bit of colour touching up, and wala, The NEW sixprunesaday. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-8248495528290511486?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/8248495528290511486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=8248495528290511486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8248495528290511486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/8248495528290511486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/makeover.html' title='Makeover.'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-621987576394077353</id><published>2008-11-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:01:47.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in Jesus</title><content type='html'>John 4:14 "But whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-621987576394077353?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/621987576394077353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=621987576394077353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/621987576394077353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/621987576394077353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-believe-in-jesus.html' title='I believe in Jesus'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-1945603800154073804</id><published>2008-11-15T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:56:43.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for the Right Knee</title><content type='html'>"Shopping for the Right Knee"-----don't get the wrong idea. I am so not going to like start cutting up myself, and replacing myself with someone else's leg. Nope. The title is actually just a combination of some components of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly--"shopping". Yes, I have to go shopping today. I need to buy retro bangles and earrings, a lot of hair clips, and a hair band...Actually, i have already bought stuff. I've bought CHOCOLATES for my soprano 1 section!!! YEAH!!! I promised them that i'll purchase it for them, and turns out I have fulfilled my promise to them. Right now, my whole life is circling around Choir, and I can't wait for the concert. I'm also very proud of my beloved section:), because they have done so well..so far! hahah..but i'm sure they'll be great on the concert day. So I will cancel out that "so far", that i wrote. I'm SURE they will be great, like they've been.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly--"right knee". I don't know, but my right knee hurts. Quite pain. Whenever I walk, or put weight on it. I think it's because of all the dancing, and running..which is kinda weird, because so far, i've never got knee pain, even while exercising every week...so it's weird..I've walked to school for the past week everyday, but that shouldn't have been the reason..so I don'tknow..i'm quite confused too. AND later, I have to walk from Great World City, to Tiong Bahru Plaza, and then back home...which will so kill me! AHAHAHHA....but I'm looking forward to shopping so it's fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANG ON A SECOND. I have to go soon.....hmm..so this is Juniper, siging out, with a weird right knee. All the best in the concert guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-1945603800154073804?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/1945603800154073804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=1945603800154073804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1945603800154073804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/1945603800154073804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-for-right-knee.html' title='Shopping for the Right Knee'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4205746431229221583.post-674912491139819862</id><published>2008-11-12T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:59:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Email dated 20/6/2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OFFICE OF THE SENATE HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF NIGERIA&lt;br /&gt;COMMITTEE ON  FOREIGN PAYMENT&lt;br /&gt;(RESOLUTION PANEL ON CONTRACT PAYMENT)&lt;br /&gt;IKOYI-LAGOS  NIGERIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ref: FGN /SNT/STB&lt;br /&gt;Your Ref&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TO OFFICIALLY  INFORM YOU THAT WE HAVE VERIFIED YOUR&lt;br /&gt;INHERITANCE&lt;br /&gt;FILE&lt;br /&gt;AND FOUND OUT  THAT WHY YOU HAVE&lt;br /&gt;NOT RECEIVED YOUR PAYMENT IS BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOT  FULFILLED&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;OBLIGATIONS&lt;br /&gt;GIVEN TO YOU IN RESPECT OF  YOUR&lt;br /&gt;CONTRACT/INHERITANCE PAYMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECONDLY WE HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT  YOU ARE STILL DEALING&lt;br /&gt;WITH THE NONE&lt;br /&gt;OFFICIALS IN THE BANK YOUR ENTIRE  ATTEMPT TO&lt;br /&gt;SECURE THE RELEASE OF THE FUND TO YOU. WE WISH TO ADVISE  YOU&lt;br /&gt;THAT SUCH&lt;br /&gt;AN&lt;br /&gt;ILLEGAL ACT LIKE THESE HAVE TO STOP IF YOU WISH  TO&lt;br /&gt;RECEIVE YOUR PAYMENT SINCE WE HAVE DECIDED TO BRING A&lt;br /&gt;SOLUTION TO  YOUR&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW WE HAVE ARRANGED YOUR PAYMENT THROUGH OUR&lt;br /&gt;SWIFT  CARD PAYMENT&lt;br /&gt;CENTER&lt;br /&gt;ASIA PACIFIC THAT IS THE LATEST INSTRUCTION  FROM&lt;br /&gt;MR.PRESIDENT,UMARU YAR'ADUA (GCFR) FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF&lt;br /&gt;NIGERIA AND  FBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS CARD CENTER WILL SEND YOU AN ATM CARD WHICH YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;USE TO  WITHDRAW YOUR MONEY IN ANY ATM MACHINE IN ANY PART OF THE WORLD,&lt;br /&gt;BUT THE  MAXIMUM IS TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS PER DAY, SO IF&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TO RECEIVE YOUR  FUND THIS WAY PLEASE LET US KNOW BY CONTACTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE INTERNATIONAL MONETARY  FUNDS DEPARTMENT CARD PAYMENT&lt;br /&gt;CENTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. LINDA Hills ON HER EMAIL  ADDRESS:&lt;br /&gt;mrslindahills024@yahoo.com.hk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO SEND THE FOLLOWING  INFORMATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR FULL NAME&lt;br /&gt;2. PHONE AND FAX NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;3. ADDRESS  WERE YOU WANT THEM TO SEND THE ATM CARD&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR AGE AND CURRENT  OCCUPATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ATM CARD PAYMENT CENTER HAS BEEN MANDATED TO ISSUE  OUT&lt;br /&gt;USD6.8MILLION AS PART&lt;br /&gt;PAYMENT FOR THIS FISCAL YEAR 2008. ALSO FOR YOUR  INFORMATION,&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE TO STOP ANY FURTHER COMMUNICATION WITH ANY  OTHER&lt;br /&gt;PERSON(S) OR&lt;br /&gt;OFFICE(S)&lt;br /&gt;TO AVOID ANY HITCHES IN RECEIVING YOUR  PAYMENT.&lt;br /&gt;FOR ORAL DISCUSSION, EMAIL ME BACK AS SOON AS YOU  RECEIVE&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;FOR FURTHER DIRECTION AND&lt;br /&gt;ALSO UPDATE  ME ON ANY DEVELOPMENT FROM THE ABOVE-&lt;br /&gt;MENTIONED OFFICE.  NOTE&lt;br /&gt;THAT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE OF IMPOSTORS, WE HEREBY ISSUED YOU OUR CODE  OF&lt;br /&gt;CONDUCT, WHICH&lt;br /&gt;IS (ATM-822)&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU HAVE TO INDICATE THIS CODE WHEN  CONTACTING THE CARD&lt;br /&gt;CENTER BY&lt;br /&gt;USING IT AS&lt;br /&gt;YOUR SUBJECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINDEST  REGARDS,&lt;br /&gt;MR DAVID MARK.&lt;br /&gt;SENATE PRESIDENT.&lt;br /&gt;Phone:+237037001014&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME RIGHT??? i can get money leh..haha was just looking through my email..and found this!! haha laughed out loud like hell....they say that the President of Nigeria is invovled!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA..if only mr david mark, if only, i really could get this ATM card...haaha but i think this is a super funny email lor. Scarely it's true. And i end up in jail for sharing with you guys this "confidential" secret. AHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4205746431229221583-674912491139819862?l=sixprunesaday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/feeds/674912491139819862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4205746431229221583&amp;postID=674912491139819862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/674912491139819862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4205746431229221583/posts/default/674912491139819862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixprunesaday.blogspot.com/2008/11/email-dated-2062008.html' title='Email dated 20/6/2008'/><author><name>Juniper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10529737672968915453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rltI0HO6zW0/TICpnCQqkqI/AAAAAAAAA0A/DDUrR8k3c_A/S220/7318_142243002193_643702193_2688236_1872382_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
