<?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-6566916</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:22:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108415844930168575</id><published>2004-05-10T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T11:07:29.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a&lt;br /&gt;small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for&lt;br /&gt;God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the&lt;br /&gt;horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut&lt;br /&gt;out of driftwood to protect himself from the elements,&lt;br /&gt;and to store his few possessions. But then one day,&lt;br /&gt;after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his&lt;br /&gt;little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;The worst had happened - everything was lost. He was&lt;br /&gt;stunned with grief and anger. "God, how could you do&lt;br /&gt;this to me?" he cried. Early the next day, however, he&lt;br /&gt;was awakened by the sound of a ship that was&lt;br /&gt;approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know I was here?"asked the weary man of&lt;br /&gt;his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they&lt;br /&gt;replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to get discouraged sometimes when things&lt;br /&gt;appear to be going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart,&lt;br /&gt;because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of pain and suffering. Remember, next time your little&lt;br /&gt;hut is burning to the ground, it just may be a smoke&lt;br /&gt;signal that summons the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the negative things we have to say to&lt;br /&gt;ourselves, God has a positive answer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "It's impossible".&lt;br /&gt;God says: "All thing are possible". (Luke 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I'm too tired."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I will give you rest". (Matt 11:28-20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "Nobody really loves me".&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I love you". (John 3:16 - John 13:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I can't go on."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "My grace is sufficient." (II Cor. 12:9 -&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I can't figure things out."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I will direct your steps." (Proverbs&lt;br /&gt;3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I can't do it."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "You can do all things in Me." (Phil 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "It's not worth it."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "It will be worth it." (Romans 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I can't forgive myself."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I forgive you." (I John 1:9 - Romans 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I can't manage."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I will supply all your needs." (Phil&lt;br /&gt;4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I'm afraid."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I have not given you a spi rit of fear."&lt;br /&gt;(II Tim. 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I'm always worried and frustrated".&lt;br /&gt;God says: "Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I don't have enough faith."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I've given everyone a measure of faith."&lt;br /&gt;(Romans 12:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I'm not smart enough."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I give you wisdom." (I Cor. 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, "I feel all alone."&lt;br /&gt;God says: "I will never leave you or forsake you."&lt;br /&gt;(Heb. 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108415844930168575?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108415844930168575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108415844930168575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415844930168575' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108308249409892736</id><published>2004-04-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:19:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus promised His disciples He would come again. It's in the Bible, John 14:1-3, TLB. "Let not your heart be troubled. You are trusting God, now trust in Me. There are many homes up there where my Father lives, and I am going to prepare them for your coming. When everything is ready, then I will come and get you, so that you can always be with Me where I am. If this weren't so, I would tell you plainly. And you know where I am going and how to get there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels promised Jesus would come again. It's in the Bible, Acts 1:10-11, TLB. "It was not long afterwards that He rose into the sky and disappeared into a cloud, leaving them staring after Him. As they were straining their eyes for another glimpse, suddenly two white-robed men were standing there among them, and said, 'Men of Galilee, why are you standing here staring at the sky? Jesus has gone away to heaven, and some day, just as He went, He will return!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will Jesus come again? It's in the Bible, Luke 21:27, NIV. "At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will see Him when He comes? It's in the Bible, Revelation 1:7, NIV. "Look, He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him, even those who pierced Him; and all the peoples of the earth will mourn because of Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will we see and hear when He comes? It's in the Bible, I Thessalonians 4:16-17, NIV. "For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How visible is His coming to be? It's in the Bible, Matthew 24:27, NIV. "For as the lightening comes from the east and flashes to the west, so will be the coming of the Son of man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What warning has Christ given so we won't be fooled about the second coming? It's in the Bible, Matthew 24:23-26, NIV. "At that time if anyone says to you, 'Look, here is the Christ! or 'There He is! do not believe it. For false Christ's and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and miracles to deceive even the elect—if that were possible. See, I have told you ahead of time. So if anyone tells you, 'There He is, out in the desert,' do not go out; or, 'Here He is, in the inner rooms,' do not believe it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know the exact time of Christ's coming? It's in the Bible, Matthew 24:36, NIV. "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing how human it is to procrastinate, what does Christ tell us to do? It's in the Bible, Matthew 24:42, NIV. "Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What warning has Christ given that we might not be taken by surprise by this great event? It's in the Bible, Luke 21:34-36, TLB. "Watch out! Don't let My sudden coming catch you unawares; don't let Me find you living in careless ease, carousing and drinking, and occupied with the problems of this life, like all the rest of the world. Keep a constant watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Jesus second coming taking so long? It's in the Bible, II Peter 3:8-9, TLB. "But don't forget this, dear friends, that a day or a thousand years from now is like tomorrow to the Lord. He isn't really being slow about His promised return, even though it sometimes seems that way. But He is waiting, for the good reason that He is not willing that any should perish, and He is giving more time for sinners to repent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we wait for Jesus, how should we live? It's in the Bible, Titus 2:11-14, NIV. "For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. It teaches us to say 'No to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope—the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave Himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for Himself a people that are His very own, eager to do what is good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will the world be like when Jesus comes? It's in the Bible, Matthew 24:37-39, NIV. "As it was in the days of Noah, so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark; and they knew nothing about what would happen until the flood came and took them all away. That is how it will be at the coming of the Son of Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Christ's coming be a time of reward? It's in the Bible, Matthew 16:27 and Revelation 22:12, NIV. "For the Son of Man is going to come in His Father's glory with His angels, and then He will reward each person according to what he has done." "Behold, I am coming soon! My reward is with Me, and I will give to everyone according to what he has done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Jesus coming back? It's in the Bible, Hebrews 9:28, TLB. "So also Christ died only once as an offering for the sins of many people; and He will come again, but not to deal again with our sins. This time He will come bringing salvation to all those who are eagerly and patiently waiting for Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jesus' second coming, we will fully experience the reality of our salvation. It's in the Bible, I Corinthians 1:7-8, TLB. "Now you have every grace and blessing; every spiritual gift and power for doing His will are yours during this time of waiting for the return of our Lord Jesus Christ. And He guarantees right up to the end that you will be counted free from all sin and guilt on that day when He returns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108308249409892736?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108308249409892736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108308249409892736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108308249409892736' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108263320382830872</id><published>2004-04-22T18:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:07:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to God without holding back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that God would listen to me!.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in deep trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I searched for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;All night long I pray, with hands lifted&lt;br /&gt;toward heaven, pleading.&lt;br /&gt;There can be no joy for me until he acts.&lt;br /&gt;I think of God, and I moan, &lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed with longing for his help.&lt;br /&gt;You don't let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am too distressed even to pray!&lt;br /&gt;I think of the good old days, long since ended,&lt;br /&gt;when my nights were filled with joyful songs.&lt;br /&gt;i search my soul and think about the difference now.&lt;br /&gt;Has the Lord rejected me forever?&lt;br /&gt;Will he never again show me favour?&lt;br /&gt;Is his unfailing love gone forever?&lt;br /&gt;Have his promises permanently failed?&lt;br /&gt;Has God forgotten to be kind?&lt;br /&gt;Has he slammed the door on his compassion?&lt;br /&gt;And i said, "This is my fate, that the blessings&lt;br /&gt;of the Most High have changed to hatred."&lt;br /&gt;I recall all You have done O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I remember Your wonderful deeds long ago.&lt;br /&gt;They are constantly in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop thinking about them. &lt;br /&gt;O God, Your ways are Holy.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any God as mighty as You?&lt;br /&gt;You are the God of miracles and wonders!&lt;br /&gt;You demonstrate your awesome power amongst nations.&lt;br /&gt;You have redeemed Your people by Your strength,&lt;br /&gt;the decendants of Jacob and of Joseph by Your might.&lt;br /&gt;When the Red sea saw You, O God,&lt;br /&gt;its waters looked and trembled!&lt;br /&gt;The sea quacked to its very depths.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds poured down their rain,&lt;br /&gt;the thunder rolled and crackled in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Your arrows of lightning flashed.&lt;br /&gt;Your thunder roared from the whirlwind, &lt;br /&gt;the lightning lit up the world!&lt;br /&gt;The earth trembled and shool. &lt;br /&gt;Your road led through the sea, &lt;br /&gt;Your pathways through the mighty waters,&lt;br /&gt;a pathway no one knew was there!&lt;br /&gt;You led Your people along that road&lt;br /&gt;like a flock of sheep,&lt;br /&gt;with Moses and Aaron as their shepherds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 77&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108263320382830872?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108263320382830872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108263320382830872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263320382830872' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108254207540532745</id><published>2004-04-21T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T18:29:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some stuff to look at *O.O*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loook backk to the 1500's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May&lt;br /&gt;and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell&lt;br /&gt;so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the&lt;br /&gt;custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house&lt;br /&gt;had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men,&lt;br /&gt;then the women and finally the children-last of all the babies. By then the&lt;br /&gt;water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it.Hence the saying,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't throw the baby out with the bath water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath.&lt;br /&gt;It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the dogs, cats and&lt;br /&gt;other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it&lt;br /&gt;became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a&lt;br /&gt;real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really&lt;br /&gt;mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung&lt;br /&gt;over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into&lt;br /&gt;existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence&lt;br /&gt;the saying "dirt poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when&lt;br /&gt;wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on the floor to help keep their footing.&lt;br /&gt;As the winter wore on, they kept adding more thresh until when you opened&lt;br /&gt;the door it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in&lt;br /&gt;the entranceway.Hence the saying a "thresh hold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always&lt;br /&gt;hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the&lt;br /&gt;pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat&lt;br /&gt;the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and&lt;br /&gt;then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it that had&lt;br /&gt;been there for quite a while.Hence the rhyme, "Peas porridge hot, peas&lt;br /&gt;porridge cold,peas porridge in the pot nine days old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When&lt;br /&gt;visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a&lt;br /&gt;sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon."  They would cut off&lt;br /&gt;a little to share with guests and would all sit around and "chew the fat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content&lt;br /&gt;caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning and&lt;br /&gt;death.This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or&lt;br /&gt;so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the&lt;br /&gt;loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or "upper crust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes&lt;br /&gt;knock them out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would&lt;br /&gt;take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the&lt;br /&gt;kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and&lt;br /&gt;eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up.  Hence the custom of&lt;br /&gt;holding a "wake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places&lt;br /&gt;to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a&lt;br /&gt;"bone-house" and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25&lt;br /&gt;coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized&lt;br /&gt;they had been burying people alive. So they thought they would tie a string&lt;br /&gt;on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the&lt;br /&gt;ground and tie it to a bell.Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard&lt;br /&gt;all night (the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone&lt;br /&gt;could be "saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108254207540532745?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108254207540532745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108254207540532745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108254207540532745' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108063383506204614</id><published>2004-03-30T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:07:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooops.. long time since i've ever put something into this.. no time.. so so.. all im doing is stay at home and play games huh.. fun right.. not fun.. anyway post stuff up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108063383506204614?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108063383506204614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108063383506204614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063383506204614' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-108013991442001334</id><published>2004-03-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:55:21.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my my my... bored bored. its been 3 whole days not stepping out of the house. nothhing to write about. so boring. so lonely. so empty. so umm.. boring!. ah wellz.. lalala. if this continues, im gonna start those superr long bible studys again. loll..... anyway.. i thinnk im becoming a self-employed beta-tesster for games.. been playing looads of games.. gunbound, survival project, SOF, solitare?!, runescape, and thaanks to jon poh, pristontale... gahh.. sooner or later i become a gaming specialist.. woohoo.. cheeroes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-108013991442001334?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108013991442001334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/108013991442001334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013991442001334' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107987396406695253</id><published>2004-03-21T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:02:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawn.. just came back from church camp. so tired.. tiired.. sleep so late.. blah blah.. finger pain. back pain, leg pain, hand pain, head pain. aiya everywhere also pain. church camp was really good. as in really. got to know so many people better and had so much fun. aiyar wont write much. i tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107987396406695253?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107987396406695253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107987396406695253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987396406695253' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107953828913578537</id><published>2004-03-17T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T23:48:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooh! Planet shakers rawk!!!! woohooo! Pour down like rain! pour down like rain!. gimme a J, J, J, J, gimme a E,E,E,E, gimme an S,S,S,S, gimme a E,E,E,E, gimme an S,S,S,S!!!! what does it stand for, JESUS! one, two, three, four, five, six, SEVV-V-E-E-NNN!!!!! woohoo. what fun. the whole place was like filled to the brim with people. i think over 2 thousand youths. gosh, everyone was like jumping around hands lifted upp, singing soo loudly, and they even wanted moree! the guy saidd, "i hate to close this concert". but then, the whole crowd started chanting "we want more, we want more!". awesooome... that makes my day. and maybe even weeks and months happier and more enjoyable. hopefully, itt does, i guess so. well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;CAMP IS IN 2 DAYS&lt;P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107953828913578537?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107953828913578537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107953828913578537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107953828913578537' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107944914291947279</id><published>2004-03-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:02:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite depressed now. shan't be blogging for a while till the situation gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107944914291947279?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107944914291947279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107944914291947279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944914291947279' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107926918666363551</id><published>2004-03-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:02:59.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!. nice nice. hawhaw.. worship waas soo good today.. i guess so. haha. couldnt go for it. i had to help out in a "kiddy" thingy till 12.. :(. ahh well. fun fun! we had loads of fun!! haha. woohoo. we were small little kiddies running around the place mixing around with the primary 4 class. had some worship, then games. captains ball!. but the "kiddy" version. the ball was being thrown all over the place.. and the catcher had to run around to catch the ball! so funny! till we set a spot for the catcher to stand. waahaha. cool so anyway, then our whole group went to watch "haunted house" i think thats the name. yeh! it was sooo damn STOOPID and LAME. oh gosh. imagine the whole cinema jumping up and down each time a funny scene comes along :). wahaha. imagine a whole orchestra band with drums and violins chase you around a corridor! wahaha! soo funny. and there were like singing statue heads and some super ultra funny "ball woman" wahaha! cos she was a gipsy in a ball! wahahahah!!!. haha. so anyway, after the show, we went Back to church to play captains ball again. woohoo. but i didnt play. was too tired. bleh. so anyway, we went for the usual. dinner at waffle town. MAN. this never changes! waffle towwn is getting ssiicker!!!! haha. took a cabbie home. and im gonna play &lt;a href="http://english.spgame.com" target="_blank"&gt;survival project international!&lt;/a&gt; haha. see you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't wait for camp!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107926918666363551?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107926918666363551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107926918666363551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926918666363551' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107916325882468019</id><published>2004-03-13T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:37:30.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooh boy. wasnt at home the whole day on friday so didnt post anything uppers. ah well, didnt do anything much today and i wont be doing anything much as well. only gonna go to worship practice. thatts all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107916325882468019?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107916325882468019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107916325882468019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107916325882468019' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107900732582181212</id><published>2004-03-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T20:18:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... busy transcripting. so no posts today. work work work. earn money support myself. dont rely on people. bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107900732582181212?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107900732582181212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107900732582181212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107900732582181212' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107891592128370399</id><published>2004-03-10T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:55:08.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. nothing to post today.. hmm.maybe we'll start the topics tomorrow again i guess. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107891592128370399?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107891592128370399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107891592128370399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107891592128370399' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107881325267858230</id><published>2004-03-09T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:23:59.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm... its sooo gonna rain again. i can tell. so, lets do another topic!. hmm. i got one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;why do we have to live a Purpose-Driven Life?.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well.. knowing your purpose in life &lt;b&gt;give meaning to your life!&lt;/b&gt;. We were made to have a meaning right. The is practically the reason why people try funny methods like astrology or psychics to discover the purpose of life. when life has meaning, we can bear almost anything!. however, without it, nothing is bearable. Without God, life has no purpose, and without purpose, life has no meaning!. without meaning, life has no significance or hope. The greatest tragedy is not death, but suprisingly, life without purpose. HOPE is as essential to our lives as air and water. We need hope to cope! *haha ryhmes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;knowing your purpose also &lt;b&gt;simplifies your life?&lt;/b&gt;. yes yes indeed. It defines what you do and what you don't do. Your purpose becomes the standard you use to evaluate which activities are essential and which aren't. Without a purpose, you have no foundation on which you base decisions, allocate your time and use your resources. You'll tend to make choices based on circumstances, pressures and your own mood. People who don't know their purpose try to do toooo much and that causes stress! fatique! and confliict!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;knowing your purpose &lt;b&gt;focuses your life.&lt;/b&gt; agree? agree?. It concentrates your effort and energy on whats important. You beocme effective by being selective!. Its human nature to be distracted by other issues. Without a clear purpose, you'll keep changing directions, jobs, schools, relationships, even churches, hoping each change would settle the confusion or fill the emptiness of your heart. However!, it doesnt solve the  real problem that is, &lt;/i&gt;a lack of focus and purpose&lt;/i&gt;. The focus power can be seen in light. Diffused light has little power or impact, but, you can concentrate its energy by focusing its light rays. With a magnifying glass, the light rays of the sun can be focused to set a pices of paper on fire! *wooosh!* when even more is focused, a laser beam can cut through steel!. If you want your life to have impact, &lt;i&gt;focus it!&lt;/i&gt; Put aside matters which are not so serious. Never confuse activity with productivity!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; i guess thats all for today. too much to remember haha. hey, this might become a fixed thingy, ill add some topics in everydae.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107881325267858230?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107881325267858230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107881325267858230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881325267858230' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107873624091604009</id><published>2004-03-08T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T17:05:43.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh what a gloomy day.. rain rain rain.. all day long since like 12.15am till like umm. i dunno its still raining right*peeps outside*. yar it is.. and the clouds are back. uh oh.. more gloomy weather to come. rain=no going out.. slack at home.. blah.. well, lets see. lets start a topic then. Take about 10 minutes to digest this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Drives your Life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm.. good question, first, lets define the &lt;i&gt;verb&lt;/i&gt; drive. "to control, to guild, to direct". so, what is the driving force in our lives?.well. many people are &lt;b&gt;driven by guilt&lt;/b&gt;. They spend their entire lives running from regrets and hiding their shame. Guilt-driven people are manipulated by memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; many people are also &lt;b&gt;driven by resentment and anger&lt;/b&gt;. They hold on to hurts and never get over them. instead of releasing them through forgiveness, they rehearse it over and ovver again in their minds. While your offender has already forgotten the offense and gone on with life, &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; continue to perpetuate the past. Your past is past!!! Nothing will ever change it! for goodness sake, learn from it, then dont ever remember it again!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;many people are also &lt;b&gt;driven by feear&lt;/b&gt;.. Oooh no, tomorrow theres an exam, i didnt study!. im finished!. Fear is a self-imposed prison that will keep yourself from what you can become. Learn to step out!. Do not lack behind! Stand out! Finish the race!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;people are also &lt;b&gt;driven by materialism&lt;/b&gt;. their desire to acquire becomes the whole goal of their life. so what, i have more, i rule, i have more, i have a more stable life isit?. oh, ill feel more important, ill stand out more?. people will look upon me as great. well.. &lt;b&gt;pride comes before a fall&lt;/b&gt;.. The most valuable things in life are not things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. the &lt;/b&gt;need for approval&lt;/b&gt;. this allows the expectations of either ur parents or children or even friends to control ur life. One key to failure is to try to please everyone. "&lt;i&gt;no one can serve two masters&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;now now. ponder over these for a min or 2. think about it. will move on the next topic soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107873624091604009?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107873624091604009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107873624091604009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107873624091604009' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107866098078421293</id><published>2004-03-07T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:06:05.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. ho ho.. today was quite funn. haha, took a taxi to church.. which was at 9.30 when service was at 10.30!. luckiily, i met daniel who was going to 7-11 haha so i just followed him to kill time. and then we walked back to the school canteen and slacked around.. then everyone started coming out from the 8.30 service so basically, the canteen was crowded. haha. so, we kinda went up to service. and whoah man.. like it was practically emtpy.. till like 10.35, then i turned around and then LOADS of people appeared from nowhere!. like as if some invisible radar tracking device has been turned off. full of peeople!. so anyway, they songs we sang, they rock!. mostly hillsongs!. yay. then pastor julliete(or how u spell her name) like gave the sermon.. sermon.. talk talllk. till bout 12.20.. whoah.. time passed so fast there cos we like sang songs till 11.30. so anyway, communion!. haha tasted yummy :). haha. then we went to have guitar lessons.&lt;br /&gt;  Ben couldnt make it till 2pm so we just hanged around play play here and there.. till Ben came, we moved to cafe daily bread to play inside, which i think he didnt get permission from the &lt;i&gt;auntie&lt;/i&gt;. haha, she kinda nagged at me. "oh, why didnt you all go to the tuck shop?. its too jarring to my ears".. haiz.. so we moved out of cafe daily bread. sat at the corner and played.. then followed Dean and Kenneth to do some breaking. after that, we went for captains ball!. weee.  fun.. till it rained.. haha, all of us ran inside, then the rain stopped.. so they went and i staayed to jam.. haha. fun fun. tho i was like holding Dans 2K "taylor" guitar.. haha. felt like bashing it on the wall :P.. haha so yeah. basically, thats about my sunday. took a cabbie back cos i split my pants!.argh!. i was gonna reach for some song notes, and then "crrack". cranky, that sounded bad. so yeh, took a cabbie back. tried to cover the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hole&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; haha. anyway, thats all. heehee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107866098078421293?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107866098078421293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107866098078421293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107866098078421293' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107855817055330258</id><published>2004-03-06T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T16:06:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at home at home.. whole day at home.. argh. whats this about people going out and i cant!. why why... cos theres nothing to do outside! what!, u want me to go orchard road and like look see look see. err. nehh. ill just stay at home and improve my webbie.. nothing to post about for now. maybe later when some good stuff comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;arghh!!!&lt;/h1&gt; my tag board isnt working!!!!!!! arghh! whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!. nooooooo!. how how?! why how?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107855817055330258?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107855817055330258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107855817055330258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855817055330258' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107850138925450407</id><published>2004-03-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:46:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha!. what a goodie day!. i wish days turn out like this. Well, lets see. first, i was like supposed to go for this career fair thingy in suntec. buttt, i decided not to. cos i didnt feel like going!.haha. (sorry glen). well anyway, i wanted to go support the "A" level students in acjc who were gonna collect results. wahaha. so funn, took a cab to holland V to meet yado, melvin, and guangzhao. well, we took a bus to acjc!! haha. &lt;b&gt;they&lt;/b&gt; were commenting about every single step nearer to school, one more heartbeat pace!. wahaha. same for those that collected "O" level results right.. dun bluff. haha. anyway, i knew lots of people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in to the jc, haha. lots of people had like funny looks on their face, either happy or sad, or dunno.. wahaha. soo, i like walked around in the jc, then went to the hall!. man! the atmosphere was like nice!, lots of panicky people and like parents around the whole place. the whole collect result thingy started with like the principle saying that "this year was like the best year. blah blah".. and soo.. all the names which got like 9 A's and so on.. man! how to get 9A's man!. so power!. anyway, then the killer sentence came! "you all may now proceed to your class tables to collect your results." wahaha. i went to mingle in the crowd. heehee. so, in the first seconds, so many people jumped up and down!. chang!!!!! how did you get A,A,B without studying!!.. arrghh.. anyway, lots of mixed feelings, some very happy., some satisfied and some.. :( sad.. sorry for those. anyway, look the the bright side. you get to go overseas!.. wee.. haha. so, they all like went to party but i had to like follow chang and justin to taka to collect justin's moms clothes. haha. we hanged around in taka for like 1 and a half hours!! wayy past the time allocated. so, we like waited.. walked abit, saw loads of crap and walked past this store called "burberrys". Oh my Gosh. i saw the most expensive jacket in my whole life. 3.3K!!!! arghh!. i go buy a car for myself. wahaha. anyway, we wanted to take a cab down to school. but in the end, we ended up running to the bustop cos the 171 just arrived. haha. i went to eat with bryan in Big Bird. haha! oh man hes like soo dumb. he told me the chicken rice was 4 bucks.. haha i told him 5. in the end, i was right!. and he gave the woman the spastic look and the demiled sentence:"what!? this chicken rice is 5 bucks?!" wahaha. freako. anyway, haha. went for cell group!. so cool!. haha. sing song.. sing sing.. then cell group discussion came. wahaha. soo, after that whole cell thingy, we went to caltex. haha. and ate and sat at the entrance of the station. haha. illegal squatter settlement!! haha. then i took a bus home. heehee:) unusual of me as i always take cab. BUT. in the end, i did. i couldnt be bothered to walk all the way the the bus stop to change bus. weee. haha. so, thats it. heehee. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;more than life!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107850138925450407?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107850138925450407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107850138925450407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107850138925450407' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6566916.post-107840399495515943</id><published>2004-03-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T20:42:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weee, today was quite fun.. fun but quite boring at the same time. hmmft. anyway, went back to my old workplace again. to work. haha. they pay for it ya know!. well, so, just went over there to wrap books?!. yes! wrap them! the New shipment! arghh!. like wrapped a few hundred of them!. my hands are aching now!. anyway, my boss, who was like the worst person that i've ever met, suddenly became a  good ol'man!. I mean!, i think an angel touched him or something. He like kept asking me have you had your lunch?. arrhh.. i kept saying yes yes!. ah well, he went back to his cozy room(i think cos he spends the whole dang long day inside). well, started to wrap more and more books. and Then, he came up to me and said the shop was closing early. i said ookay. and THEN. he asked me!! "Would you like to join us for buffet deener at hotel phoenix?!!? WHOah.. I was soo touched!. but, i said:"nehhh". ive got deener at home. why i said that?. i dont know!. maybe cos it was just too sudden, as in why did he?. from this bad guy that i knew become such a goodie goodie?!! man! scarry!. he might like *cough*.. wahaha. anyway, yeh. he like talked to me about like going to uni or something. like dont make the same mistake that he did, he went to uni, studied law and after 1 month, he dropped out. *wahah! &lt;i&gt;loooser!!!&lt;/i&gt; haha, so, he told me dont like take law, or else ill be like his friends, selling HDB flats!. wahah! so funny. they have a degree in law but they sell HDb flats!. wooo! congrats to them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, haha. i didnt follow them to go have their nice deener.. haha. for those who dont know what deener is. its the way my boss pronounces dinner. wahaha. hmm.. hahaha. javascript is actually quite easy to learn huh. im gonna learn till i become a pro in it! yay! wahaha, then i can start like making my own scripts and like custom making some that &lt;b&gt;You&lt;/b&gt; all might want. haha. kind of me huh. haha. ill think of more stuff to write but for now. thats all ive got. have fun on my bloggie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6566916-107840399495515943?l=veeza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107840399495515943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6566916/posts/default/107840399495515943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veeza.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840399495515943' title=''/><author><name>joseph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10024585937537399099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
