<?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-17811299</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:00:58.454-07:00</updated><category term='Day out with Mummy'/><title type='text'>Who stole the cookie from the cookiepot? I did...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-2280868923569187162</id><published>2007-06-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T09:12:41.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 john 4: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How comforting it is to know that God is so much bigger than what we can imagine. Time and time i often hear how we box Him up limiting not what He could do but what we imagine Him to be able to do. I used to wonder how if the bible could record miracles after miracles, close encounters with Him that are so spectacular or even to just healings for the blind and the dead. Those things happened then. But why not now? Why cant we witness such miracles as well. Why when we pray for someone with a simple cough or a flu, it just doesnt seem to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i learnt that prayer is more than just a special confrontation with God. It is more than asking for what we need or want to see. It is a time to "paga". To draw boundaries on the areas in our lives, people whom we are concerned with. It is a spiritual warfare that can be either "chronos"( like as in chronological order, so consistently) or "kairos" a strategic timing that the He would lead us to pray about. And i appreciate what Dutch Sheets mentioned. Today it is not because miracles do not happen anymore but we just dont expect miracles to happen. We are not expectant of the greater things that He can provide or do. But it just take abit of patience and perserverance. Yet it is so hard for us to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reflect on what he said, I realised how i've slacked in my prayer warfare. How I could have let loose the boundaries. And i dont want to stay this way. I want to move on and even if i should fall, at least im NOT not moving. I also dont want to believe that once people start working, you will be too caught up with work and therefore you cannot pray or you cannot have a fufilling relationship with Him. I dont want that. I believe all of us were created to be more. To do more. To be Conquerors in the different aspects of our lives because Jesus Christ has already conquered Satan through the Cross and He wants us to experience the sweet success. Success is a beautiful feeling and im sure in my new journey into working life, He will allow me to taste the sweet success of being a conqueror in my workplace. To be an impact in my dept and my company. I may be slow and not good in handling admin stuff. I may not be certain of the terms people use in the office. I may be watched and heard by the people around my cubicle. But I am no loser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-2280868923569187162?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2280868923569187162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=2280868923569187162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2280868923569187162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2280868923569187162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-dear-children-are-from-god-and-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-2474719156761233982</id><published>2007-06-09T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T09:24:45.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone born of God overcomes the world. This is the victory that has overcome the world, even our faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 5:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th June 2007, I got my first job. Yeap. My first resume sent out and my first job ever and I'm now a sales and marketing assistant in Aramis, Estee Lauder. Met the team on thursday morning and was treated to lunch by my supervisor. Nice people, nice environment. Once in a while you will hear people joking and laughing and sometimes scolding on the phone. Very office like. I inherited a nice table, haha quite near to marj which im so so so thankful! Coz it is quite comforting to know you are somewhere near someone you know know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two days of work was definitely overwhelming. Coz i was introduced to alot of paperwork stuff that I would have to take over from the previous person before me. Alot of admin and me being a non-admin person, one who aint exactly organised, it is really challenging. It was information overload on friday when Josephine (the person before me) tried to explain the procedures of getting the tasks done. Who to sign what, how to generate the sales reports, tabulate what with what, what to prepare for certain things, need to stock up the stationary and all was really hard to remember and something that im not too used to. As she poured out what needs to be done and etc, i felt really stressed la. In my head i was thinking, oh dear how am i going to do this all by myself and what if i screwed things up and get scolded. geez. So i tried to copy notes of every procedure but new information about another procedure just pops up and so i'm copying notes everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it is a good experience for me and a skill that would benefit me as well. Perharps next time i would be a pro in admin man. hahaha oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-2474719156761233982?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2474719156761233982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=2474719156761233982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2474719156761233982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2474719156761233982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/everyone-born-of-god-overcomes-world.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-3691136165752541865</id><published>2007-06-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T05:03:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some photos during my hong kong trip....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at HK convention centre.. the place where Jackie Chan shot one of his flim..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq3xa5hdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gX1nkofMz8o/s1600-h/DSCN1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085480484996562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq3xa5hdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gX1nkofMz8o/s320/DSCN1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the 47th level of Bank of China&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ba5heI/AAAAAAAAAD0/acLvA32Un1w/s1600-h/DSCN1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085484779963874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ba5heI/AAAAAAAAAD0/acLvA32Un1w/s320/DSCN1347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scenic view outside cultural centre&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ra5hfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vyp3YRZVksU/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085489074931186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ra5hfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vyp3YRZVksU/s320/DSCN1520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the Famous DIM SUM PLACE @ Happy Valley. They have good egg tarts!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ra5hgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tSCF0IprY4M/s1600-h/DSCN1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085489074931202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4Ra5hgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tSCF0IprY4M/s320/DSCN1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside St Pauls, Macau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4ha5hhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8LivtCUtSaM/s1600-h/DSCN1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072085493369898514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq4ha5hhI/AAAAAAAAAEM/8LivtCUtSaM/s320/DSCN1552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of St Paul's&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl4ha5hYI/AAAAAAAAADE/p81EUdKWskY/s1600-h/DSCN1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072079995811759490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl4ha5hYI/AAAAAAAAADE/p81EUdKWskY/s320/DSCN1541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you know they have an airport express train thats like uber fast!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl4xa5hZI/AAAAAAAAADM/CKNY2NulF80/s1600-h/DSCN1341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072080000106726802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl4xa5hZI/AAAAAAAAADM/CKNY2NulF80/s320/DSCN1341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another side of Hong Kong&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5Ba5haI/AAAAAAAAADU/_5IDTSglyR0/s1600-h/DSCN1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072080004401694114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5Ba5haI/AAAAAAAAADU/_5IDTSglyR0/s320/DSCN1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5ha5hbI/AAAAAAAAADc/p4T0DwHIUsA/s1600-h/DSCN1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072080012991628722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5ha5hbI/AAAAAAAAADc/p4T0DwHIUsA/s320/DSCN1423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lights, Camera and Action! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5xa5hcI/AAAAAAAAADk/5iQFlfJ9dio/s1600-h/DSCN1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072080017286596034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOl5xa5hcI/AAAAAAAAADk/5iQFlfJ9dio/s320/DSCN1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-3691136165752541865?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/3691136165752541865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=3691136165752541865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/3691136165752541865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/3691136165752541865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-photos-during-my-hong-kong-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RmOq3xa5hdI/AAAAAAAAADs/gX1nkofMz8o/s72-c/DSCN1506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-6644960283721114054</id><published>2007-06-03T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:33:48.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My comfort in my suffering is this:&lt;br /&gt;Your Promise preserves my life, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 119: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time logging into blogger and the first thing i noticed is, everything's in chinese! Now im trying to figure out what the tabs are to update my links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well have not long ago finished my exams, passed it, went for a 9day trip to Hong Kong and soon to embark on a new journey and begin a life of a working adult. WOW. It's really fast. But i must say that I enjoyed my student life, how God had lead me through and made me emerge victorious. I was not cut out to be einstein or a baby genius who would topped spelling bee competitions but I was one who was loved and favoured by my Father. Honestly, how i made through university was definitely through His grace. I never expected my mediocre grades to bring me anywhere but i definitely remember those car rides to JJC. In my dad's car to college I still remember myself looking at the SRC field, the hostel buildings on the hill and I told Him, O Lord I really hope i can get in  NUS. It's my dream school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have graduated from that school and though attained mediocre results, i have enjoyed the modules I have taken and the friends i have made. That's an opportunity that doesnt come easily by my own strength. Thank you dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a call from estee lauder last wed to do an interview later in the evening the same day. It was my first interview and man was i excited and scared at the same time. Within the 3hours i had to prep myself up and practice my smiles for an interview i hoped to impress. My creative and dramatic interpretation of going to an interview had been sitting in a huge board room and facing a panel of 3 execuetives  across a long table that extends to I dunno where. Again i emphasize dramatic. haha. But my interview that day took a different turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Christine, the one who's interviewing me and supposedly my immediate supervisor should i get the job and we sat in a small meeting room. She started by telling me about the position of being a Sales and Marketing assistant which i summarized as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) generate sales reports which means i must be good in excel n im not.&lt;br /&gt;2) be an assistant to the brand manager&lt;br /&gt;3)  liase with the merchandises&lt;br /&gt;4) do stuff for other ppl.. and i must also learn to say No at times to them. Again im not too good at that either but have been training in Crossover. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;5) expect to get crap from ppl. This is the REAL WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;6) expect to work weekends especially when there are projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are perharps more but that was all i managed to catch coz it was really overwhelming for a fresh graduate who expected a simple interview that asked for "So why do you want to join estee, what are your strengths" n bla. Christine asked me if i'm ready for this. But being overwhelmed and not able to think straight yet, i said yes. I wasnt sure. I needed to think. There were many considerations i had in mind then. Like how about my cell if i had to work crazy hours, how about my family time? N of coz what about my time with God? What if i had such long hours and so much work that i cant come church anymore!!! That was really scary for me coz i enjoy church, the company, the encouragement i receive from each n everyone of them. So the past few days was just trying to think about it as i listened to people's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calvin said that the learning curve would nto be just steep but almost vertical. But it would be a good experience and a good way to start out in this industry. My JC friends also said that work is like that one. The first few weeks you would feel worried but after that you would be ok. My decision? Well i wouldnt want to say no to a monthly wage now and i know that for other jobs it wld be the same as well. Maybe worse. But if God had opened this door for me then I'm sure I'll be in safe hands. For like what Calvin says and I believe it as well, there is power in God's annointing and I believe that it is in me. So people who try to takan me will kena jialat jialat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now am waiting for the call from Christine to see of I need the second interview by the brand manager and might even start work this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to God and his apt and godly timing that allowed this to happen. For Calvin and Majorie who had been of soooooooooo much help.. For Eunice my dearest friend who was with me and helping me edit. Thank you is not enough for all of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-6644960283721114054?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/6644960283721114054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=6644960283721114054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/6644960283721114054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/6644960283721114054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-comfort-in-my-suffering-is-this-your.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-289619303784525997</id><published>2007-04-23T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T02:39:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is any one of you in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;He should pray.&lt;br /&gt;Is any of you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Let him sing songs of praise.&lt;br /&gt;Is any one of you sick?&lt;br /&gt;He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and annoint him with oil in the name of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord will raise him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 5: 13-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some situations when you might have exam gitters:&lt;br /&gt;a) first time taking an exam&lt;br /&gt;b) first time after a long time taking an exam&lt;br /&gt;c) when you have stomachache just before the exam that doesnt go off even when you make the trip to the loo.&lt;br /&gt;d) when you know that you so totally dint prepare for the paper and you are prepared to fail&lt;br /&gt;e) when you reach the exam hall and you see so many people around you flipping notes, trying to memorise as much as they could when it's like a minunte before you enter the exam hall.&lt;br /&gt;f) when one of your course mate comes up to you to ask your opininon on the subject and you cant answer and there is no time to flip through your notes.&lt;br /&gt;g) when you studied for the wrong paper&lt;br /&gt;h) caught in a massive jam 15 minutes before the paper and you are still near your place.&lt;br /&gt;i) (and the most important of it all) when you know that this is the last time you will take examinations. what an irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-289619303784525997?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/289619303784525997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=289619303784525997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/289619303784525997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/289619303784525997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-any-one-of-you-in-trouble-he-should.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-2146266879107919135</id><published>2007-04-03T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:35:34.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day-and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.&lt;br /&gt;2Tim 4: 7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an envelope of pictures Rara took long long time ago. Attached was this card with her well wishes and the usuals "keep in touch". But apart from those, there was also this red envelope and behind it it stated, "Look behind you!". Interesting. Apparently Mr Chia had asked her to passed the red envelope to me for quite some time already but she didnt had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you know Mr Chia you would know that he is a man an old man now (who doesnt appear to look like his age by the way) with deep philosophical thoughts. He is one who goes beyond the surface, shows his emotions by the colour of shirt he wears (Blue is his favourite colour but it is also the colour that meant "I am feeling emotional. Don't disturb me.") and he is a great teacher. One who inspired me to push myself further. One who believed in me and my art. One who questions Art. One who loves Art. One who taught me to love Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing the envelope up felt as though I was opening Pandora's box. Strange feelings rushed in. But as i slowly look through the contents one by one, i finally know what was behind me. And so i msged him straight away. And he asked "What is it that you see?". I paused to make sure that i know what I saw. I paused and look through it once more. I paused and then started to take up my phone. And my reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a process, a transformation.&lt;br /&gt;Metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;I see smiles, tears and joy.&lt;br /&gt;I see yesterday, today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all I see,&lt;br /&gt;myself looking at what's behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied the next day. And this was what he left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you said was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;Yes what's behind us is our shadows and there's so much to learn from the shadow telling us of the light in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is behind you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-2146266879107919135?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2146266879107919135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=2146266879107919135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2146266879107919135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2146266879107919135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-fought-good-fight-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-8550149366087711010</id><published>2007-02-26T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:58:00.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;More pictures.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs2tn8YzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vVcz69MDDM0/s1600-h/DSCN1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035918126802035506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs2tn8YzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vVcz69MDDM0/s320/DSCN1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I call this pic Spaces. I like the contrast ah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs29n8Y0I/AAAAAAAAACY/T4189KFZVQI/s1600-h/DSCN1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035918131097002818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs29n8Y0I/AAAAAAAAACY/T4189KFZVQI/s320/DSCN1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This pic of us Charms is so old school la.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs5Nn8Y1I/AAAAAAAAACg/3Z9WKHh2sOc/s1600-h/DSCN1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035918169751708498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs5Nn8Y1I/AAAAAAAAACg/3Z9WKHh2sOc/s320/DSCN1123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pic in an empty cabin on  the way back from Ying's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMsY9n8YyI/AAAAAAAAACI/BDzRmz8wHmQ/s1600-h/DSCN1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035917615700927266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMsY9n8YyI/AAAAAAAAACI/BDzRmz8wHmQ/s320/DSCN1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is so psychadelic.. I like.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMsFNn8YxI/AAAAAAAAACA/nT-mpNys14o/s1600-h/DSCN1096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035917276398510866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMsFNn8YxI/AAAAAAAAACA/nT-mpNys14o/s320/DSCN1096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another nice shot of Us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMr1dn8YwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/heGjDfJfAus/s1600-h/DSCN1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035917005815571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMr1dn8YwI/AAAAAAAAAB4/heGjDfJfAus/s320/DSCN1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Garden in Sephia mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-8550149366087711010?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/8550149366087711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=8550149366087711010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/8550149366087711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/8550149366087711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMs2tn8YzI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vVcz69MDDM0/s72-c/DSCN1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-284986540884201421</id><published>2007-02-26T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:47:39.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMoldn8YsI/AAAAAAAAABI/WyUpSEPammM/s1600-h/DSCN1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035913432402780866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMoldn8YsI/AAAAAAAAABI/WyUpSEPammM/s320/DSCN1106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; Beautiful shot at lakeside (taken in the mrt, but of coz with some photo finishings added on.. heh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. &lt;/div&gt;For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.&lt;br /&gt;And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8: 28-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035914016518333138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMpHdn8YtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BWIoPSaUe44/s320/DSCN1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Charms at lavender mrt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today managed to spend some&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMpjNn8YuI/AAAAAAAAABY/e31UHImDda0/s1600-h/DSCN1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035914493259703010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMpjNn8YuI/AAAAAAAAABY/e31UHImDda0/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; time alone with my Father at my secret place and getting refreshed from the word of God. It was amazing. How the word of God impacts you. Thank you Lord Jesus for renewing my spirit. It is such times that makes the walk so worth it even though you go through trials after trials. People sometimes think that this relationship could be left alone and it would grow. But just like any other relationship in the world, it too requires effort and trust. In other words working our faith out and I'm still working on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the rest of the day ended up with consolidating data for my Intro to Computing project, refreshing my email page to see if Prof Quah or a potential interviewee replied and dinner at Ying's place. I guess this holiday wasnt &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMqGNn8YvI/AAAAAAAAABg/zyR5itFUBY8/s1600-h/DSCN1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035915094555124466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMqGNn8YvI/AAAAAAAAABg/zyR5itFUBY8/s320/DSCN1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that well spend in terms of academic. I havent been able to catch up on my readings but the one thing that i truly appreciate this term break was that i managed to spend quality time with friends and family. I'm glad i did house visitations together with the Charms yesterday and dinner at Ying's today. Because we havent been spending enough time together given our hectic schedules, it made such times even memorable. Thank you Charms for being who you are and making the experience so wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-284986540884201421?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/284986540884201421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=284986540884201421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/284986540884201421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/284986540884201421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-shot-at-lakeside-taken-in-mrt.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReMoldn8YsI/AAAAAAAAABI/WyUpSEPammM/s72-c/DSCN1106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-2397440770105787437</id><published>2007-02-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T06:26:38.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ0L2YgSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TKinQVH_x0c/s1600-h/DSCN1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035105544283128098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ0L2YgSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TKinQVH_x0c/s320/DSCN1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sunlight breaking through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ0r2YgTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rYHEnR1v9AI/s1600-h/DSCN1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035105552873062706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ0r2YgTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rYHEnR1v9AI/s320/DSCN1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lamp post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ072YgUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qtmYl11trGI/s1600-h/DSCN1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035105557168030018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ072YgUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qtmYl11trGI/s320/DSCN1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CNY@ steve's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ1L2YgVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/R1zlVZQJbq0/s1600-h/DSCN1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035105561462997330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ1L2YgVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/R1zlVZQJbq0/s320/DSCN1082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me n Meng Ni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well thought i had better post some photos of what i've taken the past few days. Am trying to take pro artistic shots of places. So feel free to critique! Anyway the first shot was taken opposite raffles city. It's really beautiful eh.. Nicely contrasted with the city landscape. Out in the city when people complain hot and how terrible the sun is, this pic shows how lovely the sun can be at times. Ok the other photos are rather self-explanatory so shant elaborate on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-2397440770105787437?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/2397440770105787437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=2397440770105787437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2397440770105787437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/2397440770105787437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunlight-breaking-through-lamp-post-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/ReBJ0L2YgSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/TKinQVH_x0c/s72-c/DSCN1063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-1522654731295201516</id><published>2007-02-24T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T06:18:08.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though the fig tree may not blossom,&lt;br /&gt;Nor fruit be on the vines;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the labour of the olive may fail,&lt;br /&gt;And the fields yield no food;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,&lt;br /&gt;And there be no herd in the stalls,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I will rejoice in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I will joy in the God of my salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord God is my strength;&lt;br /&gt;He will make my feet like a deer's feet,&lt;br /&gt;And He will make me walk on my high hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk 3: 17-19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What powerful verses. Reading it again just gives me a renewed hope in the Lord. The past few weeks have been different. Excitingly different. Things happened and i found myself being challenged to an uncomfortable position. But He remained faithful. Through the tears and that the heartaches, i found myself at His feet once more. It was painful to hear what you said through another. It was painful to know all these while you kept me away from you. How you tried to give excuses and I was in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still hurt dear. And i bet you'll din't know how much it had bruised me. I am still struggling to find a chance to meet up with you to clear the misunderstanding. I don't know how it will turn out but i know i have to. Oh precious Lord grant me your understanding and your compassion just like how when we disappoint You, You are still there. You forgave so easily and You looked beyond our sins. You see and accept us as who we are. Let me see and accept her as who she was and is. Let me love her the way You loved me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-1522654731295201516?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/1522654731295201516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=1522654731295201516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/1522654731295201516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/1522654731295201516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/02/though-fig-tree-may-not-blossom-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-5061715496197739775</id><published>2007-01-03T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T08:11:55.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day out with Mummy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RZvVQMAYV4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Rj6-Lnbf4o/s1600-h/day+out+w+mummy!+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015837084084623234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RZvVQMAYV4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Rj6-Lnbf4o/s320/day+out+w+mummy!+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Beautiful rite! The photos uploaded here were taken last year.. When i went out with my mum.. She looks alot like me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-5061715496197739775?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/5061715496197739775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=5061715496197739775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/5061715496197739775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/5061715496197739775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2007/01/beautiful-rite-photos-uploaded-here.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Qj_tzRVNls/RZvVQMAYV4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4Rj6-Lnbf4o/s72-c/day+out+w+mummy!+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-116349516243374580</id><published>2006-11-14T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:06:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IF i were to be a cow, i would make a bad slap of meat. Tough meat, with too much fats and yes beef tenderloin lovers would not really enjoy me. I have short tenderloins. Yup short ligaments. That's what my kickboxing instructor told me yesterday...That's y i cant kick hard enough. My limbs aint kicking well due to my short and stiff ligaments. Geez. Though yesterday's kickboxing session was just me n my instructor, and i didnt exactly worked out much part of my body, i still enjoyed it. Dino just did stretch n tone exercises to help expand my ligaments.. or loosen it up la. Man it was surely a painful experience.. I remember last time i used to be super flexi leh.. like when i was in kindergarten. I could raise my feet up over my head and peek through my legs. To think about it right now, it's really funny.. the funny postures i could do with my somewhat flexi ligaments. but oh wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently studying in macs parkway now. The same spot i always sit. The one near the power point. And im taking a break now.. haha if im fortunate enough i might be able to catch my cell members here again. i saw them last week at the same place and they nearly dint know i was here. They only saw my brother and bev studying a few tables infront of me. But they dint notice me until i kept waving at melvin. You should see how stunned he looked la... n rach gave the classic response. She so totally jumped. Serena in her usual sweet and zesty look, waved and said a very "high" Hi. Jason didnt know how to react. Wondering why they were reacting this way? Why i kinda spoiled their plan of trying to sort out the gifts they were about to give me on cell. Jeremy dint tell me like until i told him bout what they did on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this leads to what happened on Saturday during cell. Firstly i was happily surprised to see Hao ming, Brienne and Gerald that day. They finally came. And of coz to see my lovely Rach and Serena always been sweet and encouraging. To top it off, Melvin and Jason came too! Then to know that it was 25th June half way during cell was so totally a surprise. Halfway during cell, one by one, Rach, Serena and Jason would take turns to go to the toliet and pop something out from there! Either that or they would say they found a superman undies on the floor. hahaahah that was like the stunner la! I shall post again to show u what they got me.. u will laugh man.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i gotta go now.. better start reading about Saturn already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-116349516243374580?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116349516243374580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=116349516243374580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116349516243374580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116349516243374580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-were-to-be-cow-i-would-make-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-116092003920436947</id><published>2006-10-15T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T06:47:19.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hillsong United-The Stand (The Passion)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Bibg44BKnh8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Bibg44BKnh8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sang this song during worship this morning and it touched my heart. Sometimes living in the world makes it hard to stand upright. I fall and I have tumbled. But this song reminded me to surrender to Him once more. Surrendering is an action that takes humility and sometimes it's always hard to swallow my pride. This week i had found myself in a situation that i really want to leave and run away. Run away from all technicalities and human paradoxes. But after chancing upon this video, I believe it's all worth it. All that im going through is all worth it. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Forgive me for being so un-perservering, so faith-less at times. Thank you sweet Lord for loving me the same, for understanding and for continuing to shape me in your likeness. I know that being more and more like you does not promise a rosy picture in life. But You have promised me eternal life. You have promised that You will walk this road together with me. You will rescue me. And I know Lord, I am safe in your arms. what can I say Lord, what can i do, but completely offer this heart to You.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-116092003920436947?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116092003920436947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=116092003920436947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116092003920436947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116092003920436947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/10/hillsong-united-stand-passion-sang.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-116067418170261845</id><published>2006-10-12T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:29:41.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taste and see that the Lord is good;&lt;br /&gt;blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0134.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0134.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crossover Tshirt is Out!!! Today went to meet Jason from the Loudhailer team to get the sample for the ministry shirt and man it's awesome! I've received both white and black sample with the amendments from the previous print, the original white sample that i wasnt too pleased about and a free Loudhailer shirt which was on the house! geez i feel really bad. Coz Jason had earlier given me another Loudhailer shirt (Baptism by fire) and i had to keep asking him to change this and that. It also dint help to know that he was busy at work. Seemed rather stressed by it.. those eye bags gave it away man. But oh wells am rather pleased with the samples and am thankful for the smooth production of the shirts. Was praying about it and IT IS NOW ANSWERED PRAISE THE LORD! Now waiting for the boss to say yes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i asked Jeremy to model for me and man he's a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lousy model. He cant smile for the cam la. And when i asked him to take pics of me in the T, he took the worse shots, either too blur or i look too fat (coz the pic was so blur that it had multiple shots of me.. ARRRRGGHHH) The only thing nice he had done &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was to agree that the shirt looked really good and he said that i looked really young in the shirt! woohoo! That's my heart throb brother... any takers any one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-116067418170261845?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116067418170261845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=116067418170261845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116067418170261845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116067418170261845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/10/taste-and-see-that-lord-is-good.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-116037084323560041</id><published>2006-10-08T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:14:03.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christ was sacrificed once to take away the sins of many people; and he will appear a second time, not to bear sin, but to bring salvation to those who are waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 9: 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0088.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the past few days, there were many sweet people who stood by me. They are the ones when you look back at the things they've done or said, it would bring a smile to face and a very warm feeling that tingles in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that YiYing came to church yesterday. It was really a surprise when i peeped at my handphone checking the time while i was busy preparing myself for church. And i had a message. Yiying asked if it will be too late for her to come to church, since service starts at 10 and she probably reach around 10plus. Man my heart jumped! It is never too late to come to church. It is never too late to return to the Father and celebrate! And so she came. This was her first time at service and I prayed it made an impact upon her. I pray that the Holy Spirit would convict her of God's power and his majesty. And i have this very special person to thank. Coz i belived she did made an impact in YiYing's life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="248" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0074.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She may be the rara papaya in cell, the one who never fails to disturb me bout my flabs but she is also one who takes up the initiative to talk to a stranger and make them feel welcomed. She cracks them up by being a fool in front of others. She carries a charisma, a fragrance that people around her just feel so comfortable. She was the one who spoke to Yiying after cell, and took care of her while i'm away. She was the one who took away the "shy" barrier in YiYing and helped her integrate better into the ministry. She's Rachel Ng, only 15 but with a heart and passion for God. Dearie, i believe that what you've done will not only impact just YiYing's life, but it will be passed on to the people that both of you lead in the future. The Vast Army. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSC01470.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSC01470.0.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because of some personal encounters that i had this week that i dread mentioning, it was also sweet to know that out of it all, you know you have a brother to look after you, to protect you. And what's more i have 2! 2 heart throbs. :) As i told them about what happened, Jovin said "Dont worry, you have 2 body guards to protect you if anything should happen." He said this with such chivalrous attitude. Jeremy, " Wah if that person ever do that, i will go up to him and scold him lor.. I dont care.." Of coz the going up to the person to scold him is not exactly what i expected him to say but nevertheless, i feel very protected by these two little boys who have grown to be men. I just melted when they said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this generation of pervertion and distortion of manhood, i see the warrior in both of them. Like what Eric Ludy said, Warriors who are more then just the defender of Truth and Justice and a champion for the weak. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSC01525.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSC01525.0.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A warrior who will protect what is sacred and innocent in womanhood. Thank you sweet Lord for bringing these two warriors in my life. For allowing them to protect me when im weak. To love me when i need. And to guard what is sacred within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-116037084323560041?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116037084323560041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=116037084323560041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116037084323560041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116037084323560041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/10/christ-was-sacrificed-once-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-116006469824833031</id><published>2006-10-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:11:38.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will give them a heart to know me, that I am the Lord. They will be my people, and I will be their God," says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 24:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0110.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is realy bad. I have a South Asian test tomorrow and i'm happily blogging away. It is also bad coz for the past few days I have been snacking alot. Due to the haze i couldnt get out of the house to have a run, so the past few days i would normally find myself walking up and down my hallway.. to my fridge and to my seat and back to the cabinets to either search for IT or to think whether i should have IT. Yes it is IT. IT that made me feel so bad right now as i consume IT while blogging. How terrible IT made me feel for the past few minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok u see folks im not angry bout me eating IT because IT will add inches to the different parts of my body to where IT deem happy to deposit. I'm not those girls who pursue the fashionable slender ideal. I'm not those who worried about how those salad dressings will make me not fit in a size 0 dress. I'm happy with my current size. Full stop. I've come to realised that if i dont respect my own body, trying hard to fit myself into the so called mould that society has, I would just enslaved myself to society. But (back to the point) I'm sad coz IT has a very high tendency of clogging up my artileries, perhaps up my cholestrol, increase my blood pressure and sugars.. IT is the oh-so sinful kerropok. Ranging from tapioca chips from &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0112.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;malaysia (my mum bought it), crispy indonesian kerropok that has this bitter sweet taste and chempadak.. Bleahz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells... at least IT is very gratifying at such wee hours of the night or when you just need to do some mouth exercise. So thank you IT for accompanying me through the night.. haha. I know i have a weird relationship with IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway, to all my dearies who are having your exams now, all the best yah? Press on and fight on for the Lord! :) loving you all to bits and pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-116006469824833031?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/116006469824833031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=116006469824833031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116006469824833031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/116006469824833031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-give-them-heart-to-know-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115935730544309026</id><published>2006-09-27T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T05:03:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You will call upon me and come pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and ifnd me when you seek me with all your heart," says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/bd06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/bd06.0.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Besty Serene for passing your driving test!!!! haha you know i kept walking up n down to check my phone to see if you've msged me the good news.. And true enough at 11:29 sharp, our dearest Serene Koh(The one in the centre of this pic) passed her driving test! Hmm maybe i should try your instructor.. hopefully he's not as cheekoh as my previous one who offered me brazillian kiss or another boyfriend every other time. *Disclaimer: I dont have a boyfriend but to protect myself from further cheekoh nonsense, i created a boyfriend for myself.. But it proved to be very unhelpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this definitely brings back memories when i &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first took my driving test. And yes all of you know the story. Sheena did not pass her driving test. And has yet to retake her test as well. Many have been urging me to retake soon coz the advance theory will expire some day. Not that i was too traumatised to retake eversince. But i had many things on hand to settle and hmm consider it as shortflow of cash as well. Plus the need to find the right instuctor. So people please stop bugging me to retake. I will soon. And should I fail again this time round, please do not add the "oh i told you to take earlier what"sentence. It hurts to hear such sentences. Such sentences will not help me to pass my test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me, Jean, Eunice and JingXi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that being said, I thought i should add that i had a great day today. Had project meeting with Bernice for Sociology of Education @ Minotti, Raffles City. Man the food was awesome! Had a pollo sandwhich( grilled chicken, zucchnni and baked tomato in minotti's special bread) and i think it's called rhinogratino (Lemon Sorbet, Berry-Yogurt Gelato and some other berry gelato decked in some berry sauce as well). The lemon sorbet was fa&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0079.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0079.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ntabulous! Although i must admit that most of our discussions were more about our tastes and good food around (she highly recommended Blue waters @ Purvis St.. Should try it !), we managed to discuss abit of what we are gonna do for our term paper and it's definitely exciting. I'm not gonna tell you. :P After that she had to head down to esplanade to borrow some movies while I being in the mood for the arts.. ( think it's the Spore biennale that's going on lately..) I headed to Art Friend to get some brushes for myself, arcylic paint and fixative for Jeremy. And i spent in total $41.50 lor.. I so feel like painting soon. Should get my portfolio done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Me, Rachel and Beverly with the "MuffinLook" or so rach termed it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells then i tried to get into the Lee Kong Chian Lib after that but i paused for the World Press photo exhibition that my church mate Ivan had been talking about during cell. It was an exhibition featuring photos taken all around the world where disasters or famine or wars took place. Pictures like a head that was cut off and postioned next to an empty chair. Set in a dark room and will spot lights highlighting the head and the emptiness of the room, it gave a very depressing feel as you reflect how fortunate you are while teens in Guatemala are struggling to survive as the Mara gangs fight against each other. I realised that the world is so desensitized to such pictures. Although i admit it does create awareness that there are people in this world who are struggling, but the next minute you will be bombarded by advertisements of the latest sale, the next must have or which stock to get. Which i must add, I got a call just now from ABN-Ambro asking me if i wanted to sign up for this professional or deluxe credit card package. Then the telemarketer continued to ask if my annual income was more than 40k. i just laughed at the number and told him to forget it. NUS students are poor. But you see people in this world are just busy promoting credit cards and compulsive spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after those thought provoking pictures I thought i would be focused enough to do my research, you know the 'I must study hard' mentality does naturally&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN0109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN0109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sets in.. But i was stopped at the security counter. I'm not allowed to enter because i brought in an article. So i need to go back to the locker and keep my article away from the reference library. I admit I wasnt so pleased with the system because it's really getting strict man. So in the end i didnt managed to get into the library coz i couldn't find another 20 cent. And that brought me to Bugis st for retail therapy. haha i only bought a retro dress la. Got it at discount! From $39 to $35. wahaha i feel good... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115935730544309026?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115935730544309026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115935730544309026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115935730544309026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115935730544309026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-will-call-upon-me-and-come-pray-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115902832893158508</id><published>2006-09-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:18:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00410002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00410002.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00530012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00530012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely shot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00520011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00520011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She has a nice glow... The power of Love. Sisterly Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00420003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00420003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me n my Brown Low...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00480007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00480007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another contented look.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00440005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00440005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know why she so happy... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/DSCN00400001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/DSCN00400001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Think it's her Baileys.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115902832893158508?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115902832893158508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115902832893158508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115902832893158508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115902832893158508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/09/me.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115902726765876400</id><published>2006-09-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:01:10.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 1: 3-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night the 2nd tier didnt had Bible Study. So Derong suggested catching a movie. But many couldnt make it... Anne was sick, Ed n Jean didnt feel like it.. Daniel had a formal dinner.. Ben haha think had to take care of Anne. So we scrapped the whole movie idea and it was just me n Eunice.. two pretty ladies heading to the Parkview lounge.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Parkview Square (the one at Bugis)which looked somewhat gothic to many or like Gotham City to Eunice was really pretty.. I really like the whole classical roman empire feel and haha it does have this unique fusion of oriental n greek touch to it. I really dont understand why the Crane was placed outside lah. There shouldnt be a crane in the first place.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior was the ultimate! It was decked in bronze and gold.. and with a nice warm soft light, the place just brought out the whole chill out atmosphere... you will feel posh in that place lor.. But it was quite weird coz you will have servers in fairy clothes and with a funny pair of wings attached to their backs. So totally spoiled the whole atmosphere lor.. It was also quite amusing to see those fairies flying around too. haha to take the wine from this really huge wine cabinet that extends all the way up to the ceiling.. everybody will just turn to look at her flying up to get the bottle of wine. But i didnt like that all the guys at that bar (which was directly below her) looked up at her.. The position is just wrong la huh..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for going gaga at the architecture.. But i really appreciated the time with Eunice yesterday.. Think we both have been so caught up with work and ahem personal stuff that we hardly have time to talk talk... thank you dearie for introducing me to that place. For that you deserve a pat on your shoulder.. *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115902726765876400?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115902726765876400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115902726765876400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115902726765876400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115902726765876400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/09/praise-to-god-and-father-of-our-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115866041709452344</id><published>2006-09-19T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:06:57.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/IMG_6993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/IMG_6993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/IMG_6983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/IMG_6983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know," says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken last sunday... a picture of Cell-U-Lights!!! wahaha funky! anw i got myself a new cam. it's the Nikon CoolpixS5.. waahahah i love my cammy!!! it can record audio u know..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115866041709452344?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115866041709452344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115866041709452344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115866041709452344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115866041709452344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/09/call-to-me-and-i-will-answer-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115686035959365128</id><published>2006-08-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:05:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let the morining bring me word of your unfailing love, O Lord, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 143: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially dedicated to my dearies in my sec2 cell and my cell members who have been stressed lately. This is for you gals.. Love you all. *big hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was doing my devotion on the bus coming back from school yesterday. I was reading on the book of Ekekiel the past week and yesterday's reading was Ekekiel 37: 1-14, The Valley of Dry Bones. I'm always very inspired by this passage of how dry, useless bones were transformed to flesh and full human form by the breath of God. It always never fail to remind me that my God is a powerful God and there's nothing that can stop Him. But yesterday it was more than the miracle that God made. It was about me. It was about the people around me whom I loved and not known the power of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The hand of the Lord was upon me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, "Son of Man, can these bones live?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said, "O Soverign Lord, you alone know." - Ekekiel 37: 1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those bones in Ekekiel are like the lives of those around me whom have not either accepted Christ, friends who have lost their 'life' and special people on my heart whom have wandered away. I have been hurt, demoralised and trust me the pain of seeing people you love, disciples you have taught going astray and being hurt is painful. Sometimes being human you doubt that anything is going to happen. Should Jesus ask me today, " Sheena, can these bones live, can these people whom you thought will never 'live' because there's just no life and they are dead. Do you think they can become alive again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know the correct or model answer, definitely anyone trying to win heaven points would say Yes oh Lord without hesitation. But i asked myself what would i say to God? I questioned the faith I had in God. The faith in believing that these dry bones can live. Now you see i dont doubt He exists, no questions asked on that part. But to answer that question of whether those bones live could is different. I dont want to answer a question without believing that it would surely happen. For faith is more than just saying yes i agree in words but yes i agree wholeheartedly, i truly see your point and i will act upon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i asked myself this question yesterday, what came upon me was an assurance and a hope that definitely He will bring life to the bones i know in my life. But being human, i asked God to teach me to overcome such faith-less thinking and to enable me to believe that these bones can be made alive! Show me that these bones can be alive! Make them alive! And make it such that i will see them alive in my lifetime! I know it will be made alive. And i want to activate all Heaven's resources to enable them to be alive. through prayer definitely! Go God! Go Go Go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dearies who are reading this right now. I know most of you are struggling in your own walk. Life thesedays somehow have too many dry bones around us and it may seem hopeless, tiring and somewhat unmotivating as well. But dear gals should Jesus ask you today, "Can these bones live?" what would you say to Him? If i believe the dry bones around me can live, and trust me the dry bones around me are definitely a hard nut to crack, i dont believe yours wont. :) I love you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115686035959365128?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115686035959365128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115686035959365128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115686035959365128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115686035959365128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-morining-bring-me-word-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115632390041804826</id><published>2006-08-23T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:05:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/sunglasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed is the man who perserves under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life the God has promised to those who love him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James 1:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got  a picture from Amanda, my cell leader.. she's the one in the shades in the extreme left. haha she came up with this very cute layout of some of the photos she took last saturday at Kampong Arang. There in the group shot are some of my gals in church.&lt;br /&gt; Group shot: (Left to right) Me, Charis, Sasha, Rachel, Steph, Peiqi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115632390041804826?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115632390041804826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115632390041804826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115632390041804826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115632390041804826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/08/blessed-is-man-who-perserves-under.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115600697245747061</id><published>2006-08-19T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:00:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Love Cope had a post National Day Celebration at Kampong Arang. Though it's like 10 days after the 9th, i guess we can still celebrate. Celebrate that Singapore has turned 41 and still growing stronger. Celebrate the fellowship. Celebrate to know that you'll be seeing a breakthrough on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partcipated in the telematch this afternoon together with the residents and man We're really good! Green team rocks! haha... We had this game of flipping waterbombs to the next pair of teammembers with this net n we're like super pro at it la. Though we didnt win in the end, it was really alot of fun.. You should see the aunties man.. they are really more active n pro than i am. Not that i am pro in the beginning but haha yeah. Our group really have the cutest bunch of people la. We had this 4 malay siblings who are totally so adorable. Really. Cant really remember their names but they're ranged from K1 to sec1. The youngest girl is just so sweet. i wished i had the photo we took with them with me. Sadly it's with amanda now.. so guess i'll show u all when i get it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event Eunice, Bevie, Rach, Jonk, Jon E, my bro, Charis n i left for Kallang Macs to have our dinner. We gals on the way to Macs suddenly burst out talking about Singapore Idol.. How Paul twohill should get out and not Maltida. That Jasmine is improving (but i still dont think she can sing..) n then the next min we found ourselves singing the Spice Girls song that Jasmine sang.. cant remember what's the title... But haha ermm amongst the 5 of us, one of us(i shant mention names here...) remembered distinctively the lyrics to this song! The rest of us just tired to catch the lyrics from her.. So anyway Charis left halfway, then the guys had to cycle back so they left too. And then it was just the 4 gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about our own prophetic encounters, how God has been speaking to us, Rachel's dream, Bevie's father and it was an amazing time. We started affirming each other and I believed strongly that today wasnt an accident. I believed that God had this planned for the longest time. So anyway we started praying after that n i'm really glad we did. Strange and uncomfortable it may be, coz next to us was this group of muslims discussing some stuff and at that time Macs was relatively crowded, it was still impactful.. The Spirit of God fell and touched us. I really think that the fresh touch of God came upon us, to equip us in our daily situations, to convict us, to frshen our walk with Him once more. Thank you Lord for the amazing time and i believe that today's prayer will be fufilled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115600697245747061?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115600697245747061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115600697245747061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115600697245747061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115600697245747061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/08/surely-goodness-and-love-will-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115557823259217541</id><published>2006-08-14T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T10:57:12.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have reedemption, the forgiveness of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1: 13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my phone. Again. This time at Lavender Food Square. Probably lost it while i was coming out of the taxi or while walking along the stalls. And when Eunice called my phone, this bangla answered. Then next time we tried calling, it's off. Hopefully he doesnt do some stupid prank like what the last one did to me. Called and said they were from CNB and i'm involved in a drug case. Stupid. But anyway thank you dearie for lending me your phone for the time being and thank u for cheering me up. I know it kinda spoilt our tim sum. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously i'm really thankful for the chance to meet Dr Richard Blackaby in person before supper last night. He's an amazing author and i'm just so humbled by the way he relates to people. Even though he's tired from speaking 5hrs in a day and after autographing books after books, he remained strong. He even ministered to a lady during the autograph session. Well i'm currently reading his book on Spiritual Leadership and meeting him in person does help in understanding him as a author and a spiritual leader much better. I usually wondered if these kind of motivational speakers are consistent with what they say and what they do. He proved to be an excellent writer who is not only real in both words and character, he showed himself truly to be a powerful instrument that God is using to touch many lives out there. He touched mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115557823259217541?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115557823259217541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115557823259217541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115557823259217541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115557823259217541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/08/god-has-rescued-us-from-dominion-of.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115398226937313933</id><published>2006-07-26T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T23:37:49.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is what the Lord says-&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not, for I have redeemed you;&lt;br /&gt;I have summoned you by name; you are mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 43: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u left home without your wallet? Man i did. Yesterday. Gosshhh and it was pretty embarassing i tell you. Was waiting for Jaclyn to reach Bugis coz we're having luch you see. So i popped by accesorize and i saw this pouch. When i got to the counter all ready to make my payment, the cashier already keyed in the price, i realise that my wallet aint with me. Arrrggghhh. i felt so bad after that. I told the cashier, " ermmm i dont think i want to get it anymore." n quickly left the shop. Dont know how the cashier reacted to me but man i dint know where to hide myself la. haiz. So jac became my atm for the day. We had a good luch at Pasta Mania, happily talking about our hongkong trip and yes her doggie, Happy. Going out with jac yesterday was fun. haha we went to icon @bugis and we just tried clothes and all. Me being financially handicapped just tried stuff and haha went back gianing about those clothes. But i must say it was good. Good way of cutting down on my expenditure. So if u ever want to stop spending so much, dont bring your wallet out that day. try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115398226937313933?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115398226937313933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115398226937313933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115398226937313933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115398226937313933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-what-lord-says-fear-not-for-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115384822619104339</id><published>2006-07-25T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:23:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my convenant of peace be removed,"&lt;br /&gt;says the Lord, who has compassion on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 54: 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe that that there are no bad people but wrong choices. I believe that all that is happening right now points to a certain direction. I believe in a God. My Saviour who paid the price on Calvary. Though i may not be there to see how He victoriously rose up from the grave, i know He did. Coz He is in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115384822619104339?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115384822619104339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115384822619104339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115384822619104339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115384822619104339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/07/though-mountains-be-shaken-and-hills.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115341277561799547</id><published>2006-07-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:26:15.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded. You need to perserve so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 10:35-36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrinne May is a good songwriter. I bought her CD the other day at gramaphone and i was so struck by the song, "Safe in a Crazy World" that's the title of her album as well. Amazing. I thought that the song was well written not because it was filled with the lovely dovey, all the "I love you my dear and you are so beautiful" phrases but it spoke intimately of her relationship with her special soomeone whom i believe was very much dedicated to her creator, God. It speaks so much of how we struggle sometimes in life, finding answers, going ahead with life but at the end of it all when we hurt ourselves, when we are crushed, the answer is right there waiting. I was very reminded of the love the Father had for me. How He kept and is still keeping me safe in this crazy world. Thank you Lord Jesus for watching over my every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Safe in a Crazy World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I try to smile my tears away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I try to keep my cool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh but one more door gets in my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Trampled and bitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My heart just wants to bleed and stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Believing in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It feels like nothing is for certain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and that nothing comes for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When they're lowering the curtain to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Theatre of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I stumble and i crumble and I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sinking to my knees but you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You cradle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus(C):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You keep me flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You keep me smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You understand me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Embrace my fragility &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You keep me safe in a crazy world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And in your arms I find the strength &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to believe in me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Noise keeps chasing me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No matter where I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh and life likes pretending that it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On a TV show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When it's hard to tell what's real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;From what the world just wants to preach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You are the voice I seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'cause when I'm wrapped up in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nothing else can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;What a wonderful way to recharge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I feel like I can breathe again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115341277561799547?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115341277561799547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115341277561799547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115341277561799547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115341277561799547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-not-throw-away-your-confidence-it.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-115320532127432265</id><published>2006-07-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T23:48:41.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are my lamp, O Lord;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord turns my darkness into light.&lt;br /&gt;With your help I can advance against a troop;&lt;br /&gt;with my God I can scale a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 22: 29-30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i havent been blogging for ages.. haha anw these days i have been really slcaking abit.. staying at home, have aswim, take a run at the beach and just catch some dvds that ed lent me.. wah it's really the life man. It's really a good time to settle down after all the camps, meeting up with people and haha just before school starts. I love such alone time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-115320532127432265?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/115320532127432265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=115320532127432265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115320532127432265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/115320532127432265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-my-lamp-o-lord-lord-turns-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114823295518398286</id><published>2006-05-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T10:35:55.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and each will be rewarded according to their own labour. For we are God's fellow workers; you are God's field, God's building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 3: 8-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was doing my quiet time and recently one of the question was to think about the people who have influenced you one way or rather. Tough question. Because there are just so many of them. Or rather so many of you who have made an impact in my life. But there are certain people who have made a huge contribution in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt actually the nicest person when i was much younger. Stuck up, bo-chap and fearful... yeah i was like that when i was in my secondary school days and did i mention competitve. but definately those are not the only things. Basically i was very much a hard person to deal with or to talk to. Some people think other wise but that's because i was putting on a front. I was not ready to open up to them. And i think it really takes alot for Pearl my church leader at that time to change me, this stubborn rock. Her persistent calls and msgs during the week touched me. The more i dont really reply, the more she'll call to check out if things were ok. Tell me who wouldnt be touched. But of course that dint mean that i instantly responded to her all at once. I still had my stubborn side that refused to give in. As much as i wanted to tell her all about me and what truly happened through the week, the struggles that i faced, the pain whenever i looked at my parents quarrel or how much sometimes i wanted to run away, i dint. But God was faithful and merciful. He dint overlooked my problems. He made me realised humility first to Him then to others who truly cared for me. Today as i look back as a leader of youths under me. Youths that He has truly blessed me with, I look towards her example and the things she did that touched and impacted me. When my youth seem to be very surface in what they say to me or even when they just try to run away from you, i think of the young sheena that pearl had made an impact upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are also just as important in shaping my life. Friends who never look down on where you came from. Friends who are willing to stand by you when your family was breaking up and you stand at another juncture of your life, deciding to road you should take. Friends like Eunice and Serene are indeed very hard to come by. Truly they are a blessing in my life. And truly the word Blessing is apt. For they are given to me from God and it's not by my merit that i got to know them and for them to stand by me when the tables were turned against me.&lt;br /&gt;Through Eunice, i learnt the need to have a spirit of excellence in the things i do but more importantly, to anaylse things more detailedly. It's a skill that i really do envy and her words of wisdom and encouragement when my parents broke up, was helpful in plastering the wounds and lostness i felt. It wasnt easy for her as well im sure. Come on she wasnt a therapist that went through a course on "How to deal with friends whose parents' marriage are over the rocks". But her courage to even stand against the tide with me made me realised her sincerity and more importantly, He never fails..&lt;br /&gt;Serene is one person whose heart is sincerely to worship God and her zest for God's work and her laughther is just so infectious. How can anyone not notice the radiance that beams in her. i remember the time when she came in between a difficult situation that both Eunice n i faced and how she mediated those ties... it was just touching. i can still remember what she said, that sometimes we just have to think 1st before we say anything. Trust me at that time she dint say until like wah we are the only ones who think 1st.. but she identified that she n infact many fell sort of that. She did not deflate my pride but instead she changed my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many others who have sowned into my lives and i will talk about them another time. not that im dismissing them but because it's 2am in the morning and i want to sleep already..  But before i end, i want to say a Big thank you for those who even bother to read my blog. I know You care!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114823295518398286?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114823295518398286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114823295518398286' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114823295518398286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114823295518398286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-who-plants-and-one-who-waters-have.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114676529444198813</id><published>2006-05-04T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:54:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is God who arms me with strength&lt;br /&gt;and makes my way perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 22: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over and yes everytime when i reach this stage.. it always seem so surreal. After the last paper i went back to my table trying to figure out what i have to study. haha silly me. Now that it's over.. you seem to have like the time of the world trying to figure what you dhould do next. haha darn i should have maked a list during the exam period. But oh wells i must say that i really enjoyed myself and the company of a few good friends mugging through this period. For the prayers and their constant support in motivating one another.. and the little notes here and there, to the 2 precious angels whom God has sent from above, you know who you are,  thank you...  Truly as we share in each other's lives, it makes the walk easier and haha more enjoyable as well ( i remember the waddd ssuupp... and haha the long lashes and painted nails!!!!!.. n how u all tekan me!!!!) Thank you once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for His faithfulness even as He watches and guides me throughout this period. Although it's the mugging period and you know at such times you do fall away when you become too caught up with work.. I am thankful that he reminded me that it was important to sharpen my axe with Him first. It's strange coz i realised that it's always such stressful periods when you start cherishing the relationship and seek Him the most. But I dont want it to be like that. To worship Him only when im required to or because it's right. I dont want to worship Him in hope that as i lift His name on high especially during this period, He will lift my cap on high as well. I dont want to worship Him conditionally. And i guess this mugging period has brought me to think deeper about the heart of worship. Worshipping not for the sake of worshipping and with no strings attached. But to worship and praise God even as we face such struggles, knowing that He will stregthen us and He is faithful. And my God, my heavenly king has been such in fact more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the holidays are here and a friend has just left for exchange. It was quite sudden but melissa and i managed to send her off at 11pm before her flight at 1am in the morning! Erin, if you are reading this where ever you are, do take care! Most importantly have fun!!!Love loadz.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114676529444198813?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114676529444198813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114676529444198813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114676529444198813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114676529444198813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-god-who-arms-me-with-strength.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114598651240896970</id><published>2006-04-25T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:35:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cry out to God Most High,&lt;br /&gt;to God, who fufills his purpose for me.&lt;br /&gt;He sends from heaven and saves me,..&lt;br /&gt;God sends his love and his faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 57: 2-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with Social psychology and Social inequalities. Praise God! Had social inequalities this evening at 5 and it was ok la. Popped by a friend's place before heading to harbourfront food court to have dinner and study. It was a good conversation and haha quite a laugh as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i think today i really had a enjoyable time and conversation with my good friend whom i will not mentioned who before he /she will be in a jeopardized position should someone *ahem i wont mention* pops by. It's interesting when u think about the beautiful memory, u will naturally think about the person/people who created that memory with you. And it gives you a warm feeling just thinking about the people and those times. It makes it even more impactful especially when it involves significant others. i had mine. But then again do i like the memory itself more than the person who created the memory with me especially when prompted by certain environmental cues that leads to the memory and then the person? It's strange and im still trying to rationalize the times we had.. did i like the memory more than i could have possibly liked you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i took away everything physically good about you, will i still appreciate you like i used to? What would remain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114598651240896970?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114598651240896970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114598651240896970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114598651240896970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114598651240896970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cry-out-to-god-most-high-to-god-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114567918226305223</id><published>2006-04-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T21:13:02.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through endurance and the encouragement of the Scriptures we might have hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 15:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across this book the other day by Dr Tim Elmore, Habitudes of a leader and he mentioned about the need to 'sharpen our axes'. Yes u heard it right.. we need to sharpen our axes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It came from this story that talked about 2 lumberjacks who challenged each other to see who could cut down the most trees in one day. In the morning, the first one began furiously chopping down trees. He worked hard, sweating and by noon he had cut down 16 trees. The other lumber jack only cut down 4, because he took 2hrs to sharpen his axe. As he sharpened it, the first lumberjack laughed at him knowing that he was doomed to lose the challenge with all the wasted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things took a change. By early afternoon, he first lumberjack was slowing down. It took him almost an hour ti cut one tree, while the other challenger was picking up speed. HOW COULD THIS BE? Certainly he was as string as his friend. But strength had nothing to do with it. It was all about the axe. About how sharp the axe was. The sharper the axe - the quicker the trees came down. By late afternnon, the second lumberjack who had sharpened his axe had passed up the first lumberjack by several trees and won easily. This story reminded me that although sharpening the axe in the morning wasn't exactly the most practical way to win the race, but in the long term, it will prove useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this seems abit familar. Like the story of the turtle and the hare. haha. But i guess there is more to this story than just who won the race in the end- the challenger who started last. To me i feel that the act of sharpening the axe reminded me the need to seek the axesharpener to get my tool sharpen so that i can carry on with my work for the day. And not just for that day but everyday coz ur axe will get blunt at the end of the day right. Next question you may ask is who shall we get our axes sharpened? I leave that to you to decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114567918226305223?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114567918226305223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114567918226305223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114567918226305223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114567918226305223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/everything-that-was-written-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114537978010395057</id><published>2006-04-18T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:02:56.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/2006mar19_frankie.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Thessalonians 3:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the sweetest looking pair of eyes. You are independent n i like independent males. Most importantly i think you will score well with my mum and of coz i think you can connect well with my two brothers as well. Although i know that there will be times that i will be busy and all and i would not have time to really deepen the relationship with you, i know you will understand. oh frankie dear, i'm determined to get you.... wait for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRANKIE.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/2006mar19_frankie.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Frankie is 2 yrs old. He loves a good chin tickle as much as the next house cat. Frankie tends to rough-house, so he is looking for a home with no children or older children who will understand and know how to interact with him during playtime. Frankie is very independent and doesn't require constant attention. He is highly suitable for people with busy lifestyles. Sterilised, litter-box trained, vaccinated, suitable for single/multi-cat families&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114537978010395057?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114537978010395057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114537978010395057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114537978010395057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114537978010395057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/lord-is-faithful-and-he-will.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114473356041325950</id><published>2006-04-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:32:40.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save,&lt;br /&gt;nor is his ear too dull to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 59:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes we only get to enjoy things better when they are almost over or when you know u wont get to it again. Although it may be really tiring or sometimes even nerve whrecking, at the end of the day when you look back, you realised that all these while it was really an enjoyable ride. How complex we humans are. One minute we complain like mad about how perharps we hate this person or the more common example; SCHOOL and yet the next we realised that 'Hey it wasnt so bad was it?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i am one of them. Today i attended the last lecture for social psychology and i enjoyed it. Somehow for once the lecturer struck me as a really funny person and a good lecturer in fact.. hmm then again it may be just me or one of my lecturer's 'reverse psychology' tactics to make me write good comments about her. Afterall this is about Social Psychology right?  haha but nah i felt that she was really sincere and i enjoyed this last lecture of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back i realised that i did enjoyed those hair-pulling, binge eating and sometimes even adrenaline rushing times when i had to mug and study for the 5 letter word: EXAMS. Although i agree that at that time it was really depressing and it gets worse when u realised that you have put on like another 5kg in the span of 5hours studying, but it was still enjoyable. Me crazy? Yeah perharps but hey dont tell me you dont remininscence about lost times.. We all do ok.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess the reason why i felt that these times are the best times is mainly coz it's the time when you are more settled after the hustle n bustle of rushing assignments that are 1/4 worth of your grade. More importantly, it's the time when you get closer to someone. For me, it's someone that most of you might be familar with. My Father in Heaven. My God. My Almighty and Loving King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is these times that you want to cuddle n rest in His Love and comfort. His words of encouragement when you feel like giving up  and of course when you need a hug, like a physical one, He sends someone precious to give you one. I think we humans are very contradictory. When we need something or someone, the pressence of that special person becomes more special but when we are too busy for that someone or something, we totally forget that they actually existed. So dear friends take your time to appreciate the people around you. take time to know them for who they are. And take time to appreciate and know that He is there when you need Him and say this little prayer that wouldnt even take a minute to thank Him. You know who i am refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my heavenly King: Thank you for the grace and love you so freely gave. For the times that you were with me yet i did not care. Thank you for hearing me when im unheard by common man. Thank you that you care. :) *sends a sweet smile*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114473356041325950?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114473356041325950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114473356041325950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114473356041325950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114473356041325950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/surely-arm-of-lord-is-not-too-short-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114463534439850474</id><published>2006-04-09T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:16:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"They will call on my name&lt;br /&gt;and i will answer them;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, 'They are my people,'&lt;br /&gt;and they will say, 'The Lord is our God,' " says the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zechariah 13:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i know it's been awhile since i last uplated my blog and seriously after looking at my frens' blogs.. i think mine lacks me.. And so i attempted to revive with here n there quizzes haha which i must say is quite helpful.. :P and also tried looking for cool blogskins and i came upon this photoblog template which i must say it's really cool.. but me being a lousy blogger couldnt get it right.. hehez so do bear with me n my blog as i try to contruct my new blog.. haha think that will take some time.. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114463534439850474?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114463534439850474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114463534439850474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114463534439850474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114463534439850474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-will-call-on-my-name-and-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114437820627961808</id><published>2006-04-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:50:06.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quizmeme.com/dogbreed/quiz.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizmeme.com/dogbreed/results/gsd.gif" width="300" height="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;"&gt;discover your dog breed @ quiz meme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114437820627961808?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114437820627961808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114437820627961808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114437820627961808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114437820627961808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/04/discover-your-dog-breed-quiz-meme.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114336241183452412</id><published>2006-03-26T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:40:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;sheena --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-114336241183452412?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114336241183452412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114336241183452412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114336241183452412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114336241183452412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheena-nouna-person-with-sixth-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114071194488339249</id><published>2006-02-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:25:45.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;May you be richly rewarded by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ruth 2:12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dun be deceive by the weird semi solid state it is in.. Behold.. Brown Gold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/Brown%20gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/Brown%20gold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mum with the semi liquid Brown Gold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/Mum%20w%20brown%20gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/Mum%20w%20brown%20gold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think my mum can do up a good ad on Gula melaka man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/Mum%20w%20brown%20gold%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/Mum%20w%20brown%20gold%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Have you heard of brown gold? Man you are definitely missing out something real good in your life…. Gula Melaka. The brown gold that you wouldn’t want to miss out in your life…&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/17811299-114071194488339249?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114071194488339249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114071194488339249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114071194488339249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114071194488339249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/02/may-you-be-richly-rewarded-by-lord-god.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-114062733725728138</id><published>2006-02-22T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:55:37.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/yummy%20sorbet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/yummy%20sorbet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Chrysanthemum, lime and honey sorbet.. served with mint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/shocked!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/shocked%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; totally stunned by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/manda%20n%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/manda%20n%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me n my dearie cell leader, amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/320/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; contented.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations;&lt;br /&gt;I will sing of you among the peoples.&lt;br /&gt;For great is your love, reaching to the heavens;&lt;br /&gt;your faithfulness reaches to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psalm 57: 9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;wahahaha i finally got connected to the net.. u see these days my broz are using the cable modem in their new desktop, leaving me trying to source out some internet connection. but oh wells finally got the linksys to tap from the broadband.. *phew!* and thanks to the friendly operator whom i must commend that was rather patient with this IT idiot here callin g for technical assistance at 11pm.. gosh i feeel bad. but hehz bet they are paid by every call they picked n every minute they assisted 'IT sua-kus' like me. Thank you Mr operator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the term break is coming to an end.. (man what term break in the first place la.. not even a week. but heehz it doesnt affectg me that much though.. coz my free day is friday anw.. ok sheena shall shut up before those NUS ppl who have to get back to school this friday kill me..) Anw this week dint do much.. started the week with a visit to THE V Tea Room @ the esplanade.. ok people this is an awesome place with cool vintage settings and man do i love their menus! should check that place out. good place for tea and lite snacks.. i had chrysanthemum lime and honey sorbet served with a crisp walnut cookie... ummmm *salivates* i dont mind being fat becoz of this lor. oppz no no i take that back.. nt fat maybe but rather indulge a wee bit on it.. hehz. i want to go back there again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/17811299-114062733725728138?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/114062733725728138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=114062733725728138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114062733725728138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/114062733725728138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/02/chrysanthemum-lime-and-honey-sorbet.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-113733954902642561</id><published>2006-01-15T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T07:39:09.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; will fear no evil,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you are wit me, O Lord;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your rod and your staff, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they comfort me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;psalm 23:4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And so i decided to throw the flower pot out of my window. No more looking back. i dont want to hold on to those times so tightly anymore. But then again wad are those times? They sound so beautiful. And they are and will be. I will forget about you. Not as who you are but who i expect you to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Im not ready to get a new flowerpot soon. Maybe after some time but definitely not so soon. I want a change of environment and i think i have other things to do. I dont think if i get a new pot now, i will even have the time to look after it. Your beauty may attract me for a while and might even cause me to stop and remininscence about those times. But i dont think i can afford it right now. Now i got other things i need to do. I need to clean my apartment. Remove all the dust and unsightly stuff off this house. And im gonna rennovate it. You will no longer be the centre piece of my house but im leaving it to my Contractor to rennovate it as He wishes. Maybe at the end of it, i will find you back there, the place where i once knew you, maybe not. Maybe i will get something even better than you. But whatever it is, I leave it to my Contractor. He knows my needs. so farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-113733954902642561?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/113733954902642561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=113733954902642561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113733954902642561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113733954902642561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-will-fear-no-evil-for-you-are-wit-me.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-113691359843700686</id><published>2006-01-10T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:19:58.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a stronghold intimes of trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who know your name will trust you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for you, Lord, have never forsaken those who &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seek you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Psalm 9: 9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;yes i know i havent been blogging like for gazallion months.. can close down this blog already... But nope am nt gonna do so. I admit that i was rather busy last year so much that i cant really take time to write things going on in my life.. But 2006 shall be Sheena Seng's attempt to be different. To be more proactive and more responsible as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i came out of 2005 with a changed perspective. After the Pneuma Theos or Holy Spirit in greek camp, i began to question certain aspects of my life. During camp itself, Pastor James Singh aka the Fire Man, gave me a prophetic word. He said that i am a leader and mentioned about spiritual maturity.. i cant really remember all that he said coz basically i was just crying away when he shared the prophetic msg halfway while preaching. i then asked God why me? Why me as a leader? Being a leader would just mean that i need to shoulder alot of responsibilities.. will i ever live up to it. I dont want to be a leader that carry such responsibilities for name sake and not putting in my best effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i dont know if i will ever be the leader that God that God has planned for me to become. But i will try to live as close to it possible. It's is never about guarentees but more importantly opportunities to live your life well. So for 2006, i shall attempt to catch every opportunity. It will be a roller coaster ride.. certain highs and falls.. the falls may be scary but it is just as exciting as well... in fact the falling part of a roller coaster ride is often the highlight. So hack the expectations and wadsoever.. i only live for Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-113691359843700686?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/113691359843700686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=113691359843700686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113691359843700686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113691359843700686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2006/01/lord-is-refuge-for-oppressed.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-113049447072204797</id><published>2005-10-28T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:14:30.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you are my help,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sing in the shadow of your wings, O  Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My soul clings to you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your right hand upholds me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 63: 7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I prayed this morning. That He will give me the peace. the direction. good weather. and for me to pass it and it would save me alot of trouble. I prayed for derong as well.. ( we have the same driving instructor and yes the same test date.) i prayed that both of us would pass the same time. ANd then before i knew it, derong called and he said he passed. wow i thought to myself, and i remembered my prayer and wondered if i too would pass. was picturing the scenario where i will jump around and call everybody esp eric because he always love to suan me n tell him hey i made it lor.. but the more i thought about it, the more nervous i became. The thought of passing so easily esp when you only had less than 15lessons was rather exciting. I had circuit driving at 130. was quite cool.. managed everything.. from crank course and s curve to parking and slope really well.. i was cool about it then. but it wasnt the same at345. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And so i failed my driving test. badly infact. mount onto the curb esp the directional change part. twice. and i couldnt park properly. dint knock down any poles but i know it was quite bad. But oh wells it's definately an experience.. rather nerve-wrecking initially.. esp when before you could enter the circuit, the tester stun you with an E-brake. It's a adrenaline-rush.. and trust me it aint a good way to start off your test. But praise God that my tester was really nice.. He kept talking to me and he knows that i was nervous and all.. but he helped me alot.. i am not angry with God. Disappointed maybe but not in God. For i know slowly yet surely this prayer of mine will be honoured. and answered.. then i still can jump around n call eric n suan him. And like i always say.. people who are pass the second time are better drivers. Praise you Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-113049447072204797?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/113049447072204797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=113049447072204797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113049447072204797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/113049447072204797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2005/10/because-you-are-my-help-i-sing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-112973395896476540</id><published>2005-10-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:59:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/1600/Slide11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4808/577/400/Slide11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A righteous man may have many troubles,&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord delivers him from them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psalm 34:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;im starting to dread the coming week.. will have alot of assignments n deadlines to rush.. yuckz.. anw i miss my super trios lah.. Tang you ni EUNICE N Koh Si Jia SERENE i miss you both.. loadz.. i wish we could spend time together man.. hahahaha. will keep u two dearies in my prayers..&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/17811299-112973395896476540?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/112973395896476540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=112973395896476540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112973395896476540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112973395896476540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2005/10/righteous-man-may-have-many-troubles.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-112956683201423928</id><published>2005-10-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:33:52.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my hiding place, Lord;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you will protect me from trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and surround me with songs of deliverance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 32:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it cool to have your own hiding place.. where you could just run away from things you dread to face? i think it is.. and i always wanted a garden that i could escape to.. a garden where i can call my own. i don't really want it to be too well maintained.. seems so unnatural.. so stiff.. i dont want any man-made fountains there either.. i'll settle with streams and trees and most importantly i want a swing..  i want wild flowers to sprout all around.. to make me a nice bed.. and when the wind blows, the flowers shall brush across my face, leaving it's fragrance on me. haha so idealistic... where to find such gardens in singapore man.. i think the closest ever will be the botanical gardens but then again it's too engineered and it's open to the public.. you cant possibly roll around as you wish right. it's weird... haha maybe i shall request for this garden in my plot of land when im in heaven.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha sounds so heavenly, i wish i could be there now.. esp when there's just too much to do.. deadlines to meet and responsibilities to take up.. it's nt easy. but nobody it was ever gonna be easy. no one. but i guess the only comfort i get now is when i know that He is there even though it is tough. And i think it's His pressence that makes a huge difference. Coz u know that no matter how tough it may seem, at the end of the day you have a huge safety net to fall upon so right now have fun and enjoy the process. And i am. it's like being able to bounce up n down the trampoline.. haha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; have alot of tasks at hand. projects for marketing and spore studies (changing landscapes). if you think marketing projects are easy peasy, think again. esp when it's mkt3420 promotional management.. it 's crazy. there's no exam for this mod but it also means that it's super -project based. basically it's like working for this com i shant mentioned here.. just in case they sue me (you never know..) and creating surveys for them, getting these surveys answered by 600 respondents and then anaylsing the data through this program called SPSS.. and then reanalyse the stats.. so abit of crosstabs here and there.. check out the chi-square ( at this point if you dont understand what those terms means.. good.. at least u shd know the pain my group had to go through.. how we had sleepless nights dealing with those stats..)... sounds awfully terrible? that only accounts for 30% of the grade. the 40% comes from the creative aspect.. which is to design a print- ad for the target audience. uh- huh. it's not as easy as you think it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then i have papers due like the first week of nov. 2 of them. Methods of social research and soci of food. not easy as well.. but i think i will manage..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  and yes i am in the camp com for my youth camp.. and im very excited bout it.. really.. i cant wait for it.. dunno why also.. hehz.. but there's still alot of planning to do. and that would mean more work as well. oh wells.. i think He is really stretching my muscles for the better.. to prepare me for greater works ahead.. how exciting right.. i think so too.. hahaha..&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-112956683201423928?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/112956683201423928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=112956683201423928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112956683201423928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112956683201423928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-my-hiding-place-lord-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17811299.post-112921906909055934</id><published>2005-10-13T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T08:57:49.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yes i decided to create my own blog!!! haha hmm dunno how this will work out but haha quite excited bout it.. coz you know it's rather different having YOUR own bloggie and haha than sharing with others.. there's abit of stuff you dont really announce on the shared blog right.. and i think having your own blog is cool.. haha so yupz... this blog is bout all bout the cookie monster who stole the cookie from the cookie pot.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17811299-112921906909055934?l=nanaseng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/feeds/112921906909055934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17811299&amp;postID=112921906909055934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112921906909055934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17811299/posts/default/112921906909055934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nanaseng.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-yes-i-decided-to-create-my-own-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>nana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06502593726706807083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
