<?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-6257692</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:05:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Propaganda</title><subtitle type='html'>Updates</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-109068076836523460</id><published>2004-07-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T22:52:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zel and I went to tan today! yipee! hehe well, the weather as threatening and unstable at first. there were short drizzles when we first got there and gee, the sky casted a gloomy mood upon the island. both of us laid there in a daze waiting and praying for the sun to shine. when it finally appeared behind the clouds, we were overjoyed and almost leaped off our mats. haha. as we enjoyed the heat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/109068076836523460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/109068076836523460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109068076836523460' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-109022382304730483</id><published>2004-07-19T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T15:57:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooh. it's been eons since I last blogged! ahh well, I've probably been too caught up with life (basically). now, where do I start?  Saturday, 17 July 2004finally the week came to an end for Jess and myself to let our hair down! haha I'm sure we've both been anticipating for this day to come for the entire week. we started off our journey at fareast and gee some of the shop owners are surely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/109022382304730483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/109022382304730483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109022382304730483' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108894448218349239</id><published>2004-07-04T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T20:38:38.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forward CHIJwhoa. schooling in an IJ through out primary and secondary levels has mould me into a young lady with attributes that differentiates me with the others whom are not. being part of the convent-girls crowd last night, made me feel so patriotic to live up to the IJ dream (cliche, isnt it?). ah well, I've realized that the lifestyle of previous convent school days had changed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108894448218349239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108894448218349239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108894448218349239' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108882165263890930</id><published>2004-07-03T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T10:27:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, 2 July 2004God does answer prayers in unexpected ways! it will eventually happen, in His time. thank goodness, I nvr gave up on believing and hoping that this day would come. I'm so thankful. surely, we didnt speak. I dont know if he saw me or recognised me at that point in time, but I did. most certainly, he didnt appear to be gleeful nor healthy. his arms were thin like any other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108882165263890930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108882165263890930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108882165263890930' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108834964963124631</id><published>2004-06-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:20:49.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CONCAMP RAWKS!words cannot explain how much this camp has benifitted me. the letters and the gifts I've recieved had brought so much tears to my eyes! as I cried while reading the letters, I felt the sunlight on my face and it felt like God was embracing me in His arms. I believe that I saw Him in the light. Jessthe small talks we had were so special to me. you surely are an angel that might</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108834964963124631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108834964963124631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834964963124631' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108755686850135539</id><published>2004-06-18T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:07:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this journeyseeking back, I find a tremendously long chapter written with lotsa tears. the time frame might not seem too long but everyday that I lived has made me who I am now. it's ironic how I actually handled the situations and not let my Father come in to help - like as though I can make it through without Him. nonetheless, He has showered me with abundance of love, confort and strength to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108755686850135539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108755686850135539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108755686850135539' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108752147799382024</id><published>2004-06-18T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T09:17:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arghhh! I hate that taylor. she bloody hell screwed up my brand new pair of jeans! I just bought it last evening before sending it to her to alter the length for me! arghhh. wtf? thank God I forgot to make my payment. otherwise, I would've wasted $5! yeah and actually, she wasted my $29.90 for the pair of jeans! arghhh. why did I hafta be such a perfectionist? I could've just left the length as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108752147799382024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108752147799382024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752147799382024' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108662296251604887</id><published>2004-06-07T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T23:42:42.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"dreaming is not good when you forget to live."I've nvr pondered abt how those people might feel when I use my words against them. I must say that I'm rather nasty when I'm frustrated. or was I merely taking things forgranted? maybe I was. for the first time, this regret is changing my life. I must learn to appreciate what people can do when they favour me. dont know why I tried so hard to shun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108662296251604887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108662296251604887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108662296251604887' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108645907566406151</id><published>2004-06-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T02:11:15.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've gotta admit that this is the deepest valley that I've fallen into. I was somehow stuck with it and I thought I wasnt worthy anymore. there were many times that I've tried to let it go but it has taken so many sessions to help me give it up. smth told me this afternoon that I should msg nessa and tell her that I'll meet her up instead. and on my way to kallang station, gwendada msged to say</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108645907566406151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108645907566406151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108645907566406151' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108562086808427127</id><published>2004-05-27T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T09:21:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are people in life that we just cant forget. someone who's so significant to me, would be mama. the little things that she had done for me left me a very memorable childhood. I would rmbr spending my days in that house, playing with toys, pillows and bolsters. before dinner, I would stand in the kitchen asking the maid thousands of questons and making them tell me ghost stories. sometimes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108562086808427127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108562086808427127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562086808427127' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108531476754645195</id><published>2004-05-23T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T20:31:34.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days, I dont really know what's coming outta my gap after a long and supposedly "inspiring" talk. like now, I have absolutely nth to post although, I have so many things to mention. ahh contradicting! maybe I'm not at the same frequency as alot of other people I know, so somehow, conversations dont seem to register in my mind like a bullet shot. coffee wasnt as fulfilling I must say. (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108531476754645195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108531476754645195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108531476754645195' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108480613685430975</id><published>2004-05-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:02:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. I am a bitch. fuck it. I am not on the same frequency as everybody. nobody would be able to comprehend my intentions today. Silence is now my bestfriend. I dont hafta speak much because I am nvr heard. so if I would to ask YOU, "do you share my sentiments?" what would your answer be? I am so confused.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108480613685430975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108480613685430975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108480613685430975' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108441697408768125</id><published>2004-05-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T10:56:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodness! the outlook of my blog is just not portraying my charactor nor personality. this will be for temporary!12 Januraryhad a dream the night before. I was at a open space (sentosa I assume), walking under a hovering dark cloud. the entire patch of grey just drifted away and I felt the warm sunshine! I guess the same thing happened in the morning when we were on our way to sentosa. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108441697408768125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108441697408768125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108441697408768125' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108428620347714874</id><published>2004-05-11T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:36:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zel, xj, jen, mandy and I went on a bikini hunt! hehe gawwsh it was taxing. thought I could get a good buy at roxy but nay. everything was either ugly or way above my budget. dang. went to "buttcheeks" and "tanlines" and still couldnt get something cheaper. ahh alas! fareast! haha. that place may seem bloody run down but it's got the best stuff at it's lowest cost! hehe. woohoo! I didnt get what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108428620347714874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108428620347714874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108428620347714874' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108419490281146675</id><published>2004-05-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:15:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>messed upall the wailing and yelling at the mount vernon has really got me confused. I'm afraid that if happens to someone so close to me (again), I wouldnt know how to react. the only scenario I get in my head is to cry and faint. there's so much fear bottled up in me and I just dont know how to let it out. who would listen? if I were to be somebody else, I wouldnt know what to say, to comfort</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108419490281146675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108419490281146675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419490281146675' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108408521567744401</id><published>2004-05-09T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:33:16.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's mummy's day and it's time I acknowledge the fears that have been brewing inside. I keep getting negative thoughts abt mummy recently, and it makes me feel like crap! it reccurs so often in my head, that I feel insecure. (I dont know how can I continue posting.) I'm beginning to take back all the mean actions I've done to her, and now, I just wanna be her perfect daughter. gosh. nothing is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108408521567744401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108408521567744401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408521567744401' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108349579661806523</id><published>2004-05-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:13:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh mann. I was like making a fool outta myself at cathechism. sheesh. jesse was being a nut the whole time! blah. I dont really feel like I'm journeying to my confirmation day. sigh. went for mass with ben, dodo, sarah, kat, rese and avril. as usual, we're talking during homily. blah. not too good. after mass, we went to bk to have breaky (again). haha. here comes the hilarious part. this baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108349579661806523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108349579661806523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349579661806523' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108281275877909432</id><published>2004-04-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T21:23:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pms-inghonestly, I wouldnt have made it for 2.4 without God's assistance. it's amazing how I kept my speed from round one to round five. you must be wondering what happened at my last lap aye? well, the menstrual cramps slowed me down. blah. after sprinting the final 200metre, I felt like my stomach could explode! thank God, Eunice was with me. she held my hand as we walked a distance away from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108281275877909432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108281275877909432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281275877909432' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108263212569926094</id><published>2004-04-22T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T09:36:34.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mood swingswas definitely agitated when I heard abt what --- wrote! gawwsh. now, I have no idea why. somehow, I just couldnt show them how much I was hurt deep down. 3 of them were cheering me on together with my darlings when I was left with my last chance to leap. sigh. honestly, I was really moved by all who were present. there are 2 possibilities that made my tears fall: 1) support from all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108263212569926094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108263212569926094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263212569926094' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108229062024426217</id><published>2004-04-18T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:21:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>salt was like repeating cathechism class for me cos apparently, brother Damien who shared a session with us, was my cathechist for the morning. I know myself better than talking to my friends, than listening to him when he's speaking but I just cant keep focused. aye boring! someone wrote to the church, complaining abt the youths' behaviour at mass. dear. it's a'ight though. we all learn from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108229062024426217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108229062024426217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108229062024426217' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108221602236967862</id><published>2004-04-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T23:38:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLUE HOUSE RAWKS!"V-V-V-I-CC-C-C-T-OO-O-O-R-YV-I-C-T-O-R-YVICTORY VICTORY THAT'S OUR CRY!had a taste of SNGS food again. watched the fantabulous cheerleading. met mrs fernando. met jess. met ede. met XIAO ZHANG!watching the sports meet, sighting the school and meeting friends and teachers had brought me back to primary school days. I miss everything in st nix. if I could, I would turn</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108221602236967862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108221602236967862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108221602236967862' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108168924393749649</id><published>2004-04-11T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T21:17:56.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gawwsh!wo zhen de shi da kai yan jie. madonna has the largest collection of koala toys I've ever seen! there were more than 120 of them when we counted (according to jess, there were more than 130). screams! what's truly amazing is, she has actually named every single one and she can identify them! haha the celebs saw famous lia. gawwsh. she's got a missing nose and eye. yuck. all of her koalas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108168924393749649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108168924393749649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168924393749649' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108161242317769108</id><published>2004-04-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:09:59.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, April 9, 2004it was Good Friday, and everybody did a very good job in the Passion Play. Congrats! I've heard that it moved a few ppl in the congregation (check spelling) to tears. "Jesus" put up a fantastic act! gawwsh. afterwards, gabe, kat, gwen, jasper, jess and myself went to dinner at delifrance. hehe. it was so funny when jess and I were pretending to be celebs by waving to the ppl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108161242317769108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108161242317769108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108161242317769108' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108144537989976729</id><published>2004-04-09T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:33:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maundy Thursday: Jesus Invites Us to the Upper RoomI have never felt so solemn during this point of the year in the Catholic calender. never had I shed gallons of tears for sinning against Jesus. s.a.l.t started at 10pm last evening. we were all put near a candle, and reflected. it has been the most fruitful lent I've ever spent thus far. I found answers to questions that I had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108144537989976729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108144537989976729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144537989976729' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108117120715599316</id><published>2004-04-05T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:23:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally screwed up ct2 and I've only got myself to blame. oh well, this will be my key motivation to mug for mids. (:aiyaiyai! I presume a very great weekend because the celebraties will meet from thursday to sunday! haha they're my spices of life. that includes everyone else in s.a.l.t (even those who have alrdy left a terrible impression in my skull). nonetheless, they've all indirectly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108117120715599316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108117120715599316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117120715599316' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108108209737016850</id><published>2004-04-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T20:39:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love me? love me not.was there a kiss? I really wonder. I'm choked up with my thoughts. it's enough to worry for the bio, phy and amath tests tmr. the one last thing I wanna be bogged down with, is -----. gawwsh. I feel silly (as usual). well, fortunately, kah tri nah was at my rescue! haha she covered enzymes wth me. yay. so kind aye? (: beyonce said smth that got me thinking btw. ooh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108108209737016850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108108209737016850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108209737016850' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108054370205988159</id><published>2004-03-29T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:05:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunday, Mar 28a toast to all celebraties! lol been having absolute fun in church over the weekend! gwendAlyn: madonnagwendOlyn: beyoncekat: christina aguilerazel: pinkjessica: jessica simpsonsinsane. we were hanging around campus and then headed back to church before the rehearsals started at 4. rese suggested playing catching. lol like primary school kids aye? blah the kitchen's floor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108054370205988159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108054370205988159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108054370205988159' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108040687976960078</id><published>2004-03-28T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T01:12:54.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it felt as though I would be able to overcome any busy schedules once it was over. I was overwhelmed with satisfaction at the finale when we cheered fo ourselves and the teachers. aye it wouldnt be the same without the sec4's! putting up this show had pushed our patience to the outmost limits. obviously, a number of us had shed tears during the course of preperation, but our efforts had paid us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108040687976960078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108040687976960078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040687976960078' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-108034842368503756</id><published>2004-03-27T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T08:50:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kat, rese, marilyn, gwenS, zel, eunice, lynn and I were squeezing onto ONE pathetic bench last night. lol stupidd. during the reflection, fr asked 3 qns to help us reflect on our sins. everything he said seemed to tele with the voices in me, and I started to cry. it says in one of the stations, that there's no sin greater than His love. I feel so relieved! okay. well, common test has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108034842368503756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/108034842368503756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034842368503756' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107995811268215444</id><published>2004-03-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:25:17.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watch your thoughts,they become words.watch your words,they become actions.watch your actions,they become habits.watch your habits,they become charactor.watch your charactor,they become your destiny.aye. the word "love" is so often used in vain. what is love? love is more than just a word. it's one's thoughts and actions for another. so why does love hurt? it hurts when there's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107995811268215444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107995811268215444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107995811268215444' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107987431553629761</id><published>2004-03-21T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:58:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PRODICAL SONverse:Father I have sinnedHelp me find my wayRemember not my sinsJust let me hear You saychorus:I forgive you, I love youYou are mine, take my handGo in peace, sin no moreBeloved oneverse:Father I have turnedMy back and walked awayDepended on my strengthAnd live life my own wayverse:Father I have closedMy heart to those in needThought only of myselfA victim</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107987431553629761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107987431553629761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987431553629761' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107948244194372582</id><published>2004-03-17T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T08:17:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the. gf irritated the shit outta me through the night. he was moaning away with joseph when I was trying to hard to sleep on the concrete ground! sheesh. and ruben was obviously horny. blah. zel + rese + nads + me were dirty dancing on the stone stools, ha bet ruben had a massive loss of blood through his nose. he did pole and bartop dancing btw. argh OBSCENE! all of that was an overshare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107948244194372582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107948244194372582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107948244194372582' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107939802710866866</id><published>2004-03-16T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T09:11:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"If I'm Not In Love" by Faith HillIf I'm not in love with youWhat is this I'm going throughTonightAnd if my heart is lying thenWhat should I believe inWhy do I go crazyEvery time I think about you, babyWhy else do I want you like I doIf I'm not in love with youAnd if I don't need your touchWhy do I miss you so muchTonightIf it’s just infatuation thenWhy is my heart achingTo hold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107939802710866866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107939802710866866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107939802710866866' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107914099044105007</id><published>2004-03-13T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T10:00:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>believe me. his words has been reciting in muh head since long ago. I still can't agree to it and I dont think I'll ever. maybe I would've, back in muh primary school days. it just doesnt make any sense to me to lay back and see what God has install for me. I know, He gave me 2 brains for a purpose. well, the whole conversation with him has shown how much I've moved on and let changes take it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107914099044105007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107914099044105007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914099044105007' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107892059292450226</id><published>2004-03-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T08:51:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now I can sleep in peace, without having to worry about the homework that is waiting to be completed. check out the dark circles! havent been able to concentrate and neither have I been resting soundly. well, last yr, I had the motivation to work through the night although the circles forming around muh eyes were much worse. as of 2004, I have absolutely no idea where had that endurance gone to! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107892059292450226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107892059292450226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892059292450226' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107865148194284520</id><published>2004-03-07T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:27:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aye! mandyvell, jen and sui ying are such honey pumpkins! (: they gave me a belated-birthday surprise! what sugar. it was sarah mclachlan's "afterglow"! hee. I'm so grateful and I appreciated it loads! they made muh day. the upcoming bday girl is maine, and we're gonna celebrate it for her at sakae. (: still cant decide the top I'm gonna wear. ah well, I've still got 10 days to think abt it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107865148194284520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107865148194284520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107865148194284520' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107789421864625619</id><published>2004-02-27T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T23:06:30.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see! my instincts were true. this has been the worst week thus far, and today has been the worst day of the week. apparently, 3faith made pan lao shi cry! she kept blaming herself for causing us to fail. blah. I still dont understand why she had to be so emotional abt it. I felt a cringe in my stomach when rese* walked up to lao shi and cried. sigh. why does the vacuum cleaner hafta report to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107789421864625619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107789421864625619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107789421864625619' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107778866467104236</id><published>2004-02-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T22:27:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whew! I felt odd since I woke up. it's as if dark clouds are forming around me and I was so uncomfortable in everyway. I dont know what it was though. maybe I was afraid of going up there to do the first reading. but that was just part of it. there was just that warning: telling me to be cautious. ahh! what is it? beats me. I just pondered that I'd cry on Good Friday and my eyes turned hot. I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107778866467104236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107778866467104236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778866467104236' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107742847092814787</id><published>2004-02-22T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:46:18.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the late nights are really getting to me now. waha! there hasnt been much going on this weekend except, car wash. hehe interesting isnt it? we had our first batch of car washed last evening and we collected around $200++. (: are we cool or what?? I think it's a great experience for everyone of us. last evening, my team approached an old man who was just parking his car. his wife got off first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107742847092814787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107742847092814787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107742847092814787' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107728797090836189</id><published>2004-02-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:11:25.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been wanting to say this eons ago but I've been fickled abt it. there's been alot goin' on lately and I've been more or less traumatized by a thing or two. now that it finally boils to the core of the matter, I've come to a conclusion that I've been feelin' unappreciated by the people who are closest to me. everyone deserves the attention and care from you. even if I am willing to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107728797090836189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107728797090836189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728797090836189' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107708765699221138</id><published>2004-02-18T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T22:19:45.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mandy's comin' over later. (:right. common test one officially ends today. it is a day to remember for most of the population in sjc, especially the sec3s because, this is the day they can all go to bed early without worrying abt the subject paper on the next day. neither do they hafta wake up soo early in the morning to complete their revision. we thank God for this day. waha uttering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107708765699221138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107708765699221138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708765699221138' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107666722263022720</id><published>2004-02-13T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:17:05.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAYKISSES to all my valentines out there!zelly, I luRve you more than blueroses* does. (: oh wow. I've nvr felt like I'm gonna screw up everything in one day. ss wasnt as bad as I thought. but then again, the answers that I think is right dont telly with answer-schemes all the time. there goes ss. then mother tongue! gawwsh. I really dont know what I'm gonna get but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107666722263022720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107666722263022720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107666722263022720' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107657497451352724</id><published>2004-02-12T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:38:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omagawwsh I'm so gonna FAIL history this time! I dont care if I sound paranoid but I've got mrs khoo looking over muh shoulder now! trs surely do know howda pressure me aye? sheesh I cant believe that I missed out so many points in just ONE question. rawwrs. btw, I wrote utter rubbish in the english essay. -rolls eyes- whatever gen. you're outta your mind! I hate remarks that'd leave me pondering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107657497451352724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107657497451352724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107657497451352724' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107621717932635269</id><published>2004-02-08T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T13:15:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peter Pan rawks! I just lurve the way he raises his brows and try da be serious. awwe. absolutely suave! honestly, I didnt think that wendy was pretty enough for peter. hehe I'm being mean. in contrast, I liked "tink" because she's really expressive. quite a dumb and bitchy charactor, I feel. haha this is definitely a show that I would watch again! if I can afford. but err actually, I'd rather </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107621717932635269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107621717932635269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621717932635269' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107607105235981039</id><published>2004-02-06T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T20:39:54.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gawwsh. I am finally gonna take a longer bedtime after a sleepless week. zzz. although, there's really alot that I've gotta do in the next 2 days. things-to-do: in random order1. HOMEWORK- e math- a math- chinese- social- history- filing- notes for ct one2. V.DAY GIFTS- buy materials- pray for extra hours to wrapthat's alot to do, considering that I have revision! blah. oh wells, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107607105235981039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107607105235981039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607105235981039' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107589844039898060</id><published>2004-02-04T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:46:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish school would start after recess just for tmr. argh! right. I do not need any sympathy regarding lack of sleep. I'd better shut up. yeah I'm getting really cranky by the minute and muh list of hw doesnt stop piling up! (ah well, it just doesnt seem like I can ever complete all of it in a night.) I just totally lost the vibe to post abt anything. zzz. I needa get to work before I knock off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107589844039898060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107589844039898060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589844039898060' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107568476517568714</id><published>2004-02-02T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T09:21:41.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my poor feet! ): I always end up hurting my soles when I go to town. esp with jen. sob! we'll always be fickled-minded. eeew!1 February, SundayI've got no regrets attending the same talk again. I think I could comprehend more from it on this second time; but maybe some sub-contents were changed. I dont know. I'm just glad that I was there with a surprisingly opened heart to digest and realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107568476517568714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107568476517568714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568476517568714' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107551559180461506</id><published>2004-01-31T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T10:22:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so delighted that jie's finally back here! -scream!- omagawwsh nelly was so right. we'd rather have her in oz than in japan. goodness! could hardly get in contact with her since she left. blah. I cant wait to see her next saturday! she's leaving in 12 days and we havent spent alot of time together, I think? but we'll reunite in oz soon after that. (: yeah momma? I got really pissed with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107551559180461506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107551559180461506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107551559180461506' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107536769492888711</id><published>2004-01-29T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T17:17:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe it has never occured to him that love doesn't exist in a single form. all he needs is a bestfriend whom he can rely on, completely. yes, everyone would get a piece of solitude at least once in a lifetime. there is absolutely no need to avoid the space by turning desperate! whew! why does he cut off every conversation we have? then, I don't see the idea of askin' and knowing how is he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107536769492888711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107536769492888711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107536769492888711' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107519465109290041</id><published>2004-01-27T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T17:15:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>obsessional If someone's behaviour is obsessional, they cannot stop doing a particular thing or behaving in a particular way.if I were a musculine, I would not take a second glance at myself; and there'd only be two perspectives to get to it. I would either appear unattractive (which holds a greater possibility), OR like one of their specie. what the hell? -hangs head- meanwhile, I gotta dress</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107519465109290041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107519465109290041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519465109290041' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107477958743178656</id><published>2004-01-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:59:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really upset that the explorer was shut down and my entire post went missing. I feel like wailing into the speakers! oh well, I'll tryda recollect what I typed.really boredd on this CNY, and I slept through much of it. I rmbr how it was like when mama was still around and we'd all stay at her house for the whole day till late. ahh how I miss hearing my uncles' loud voices when they get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107477958743178656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107477958743178656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107477958743178656' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107473074821179633</id><published>2004-01-22T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T08:21:09.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm actually feelin' motivated to study on the first day of CNY. it was more or less abt what ms yeo commented last tuesday, I gather. her words kept ringing in muh head and it pressures me negatively. what the hell? maybe being put down infront of the entire class wasnt the best way to motivate me. (and I'm sure she didnt know that.) ah well, it's part of school life to disappoint a teacher, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107473074821179633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107473074821179633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473074821179633' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107451867178492396</id><published>2004-01-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:26:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone's still in tha campy mood, haha! yeah the instructors and leaders were sharing tubs of ice-cream by passing them around the canteen today. awwe how sweet can it get, right? (: now, everyone is so in-love with one another. yay! we all missed lab today! waha cherry was absent and we all had the first 2 periods free and easy! haha I caught up quite abit with ally darlin' and did half a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107451867178492396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107451867178492396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451867178492396' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107423936466918353</id><published>2004-01-16T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T10:48:25.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEC 3FAITH RAWKS!lancelot, lancelot it's okay!though we loss, don't lose FAITH lancelot, lancelot it's okay!we can do it!-scream!-DAY 1the class set off for camp with cheers and songs, it was a great start. -grins- somehow, lancelot came together with unity even before the camp. it was like as if it's all meant to be. and I believe that God has HIS plans for us. so anw, we had to do the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107423936466918353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107423936466918353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107423936466918353' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107382617473280651</id><published>2004-01-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:03:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just got back from dinner. I'm already feelin' better, and it must have been the pants I wore. blah! haha I guess it made me feel more confident abt how I look. anw, auntie was so madd! she was trying to create shadows like what jie was doing?! waha! how cool can my auntie get aye? alright. and I gotta go now cos I need to poo! hee. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107382617473280651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107382617473280651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107382617473280651' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107381492081403910</id><published>2004-01-11T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T17:55:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMAGAWWSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!my hair is so urgh short! I look like a urgh nerd! URGH I hate my hair! I have a strong urge to pull it all out okay! fuck this damn thing. chocolate ice-cream wont help abit now! I'm so friggin disappointed with the results. ROARRS! I look like crap. I wanna lock myself up for the next 10 yrs and let my hair grow as long as rapunzel's. I dont care how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107381492081403910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107381492081403910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107381492081403910' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107374299646678940</id><published>2004-01-10T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:57:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I BURNT MY STOMACH lol.zelly was hoping that there'll be a fat-eater burried under the sand. so as we lay on it, we're actually on fat-eating-therapy! waha and she kept callin' jen and I "ma'am?" blah blah blah. waha! she's so farnie. at first, the sun was scorching and we're like "WHOA... the sun rawks!" ...until it started to pour. blah. 3 of us were so bored, hiding in the loo! when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107374299646678940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107374299646678940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107374299646678940' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107369590200508677</id><published>2004-01-10T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T08:52:02.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think mf and her hub, are such a cute couple! gawwsh. they actually help each other restrict themselves from saying vulgarities. so instead of saying, "what the fuck?!" they go, "what the ...pause while face turns tomato-red... is that?" waha! after practicing the dance for 2 days, most of us can barely lift our legs! blah. and yesterday, judy low made us run twice around the court, another 2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107369590200508677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107369590200508677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107369590200508677' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107356839277578118</id><published>2004-01-08T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:26:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up with a splitting skull and the torture hasnt stopped. roarrs. anw, I have been placed in mrs cherry lim's bio class! die. I couldnt understand abit she was asking! blah. mrs lim: dee dee, what is the cell-wall made of?dee: err...me to gerald: chlorophyl is it?gerald to dee: pss... gerald + I: chlorophyl...my gawwsh. it was wrong! blah. mrs lim made gerald and I own up for hinting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107356839277578118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107356839277578118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107356839277578118' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107348482486163776</id><published>2004-01-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:14:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whew! I just completed xi zi. omagawwsh it's been 2 yrs since I've written it yah? it really brings me back to those days when I'd compete with yanni! haha "mei ku lian". she'd would rmbr that! oh well, even though I think it's the best way I can learn my ting xie without pressuring myself, it's very tedious. chinese lessons with pan lao shi are soo kerazzy, I dare say. she made us walk all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107348482486163776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107348482486163776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107348482486163776' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107339505724449632</id><published>2004-01-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:17:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is one of the most tiring day so far because my head was as heavy as my school bag! blah. yeah, I'm down with another fever today. I'm so amazed that I could pay attention to lessons despite the major headache that caused me to gag. anw, I think I'm blessed with fantastic teachers this yr! hehe at least I can work with them.a*math: mr tan g cchinese: mrs liaophysics: mr pangyay! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107339505724449632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107339505724449632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107339505724449632' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107323274281580249</id><published>2004-01-05T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T00:12:41.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now I wish you could spare me a second. you have to listen to what I gotta say, dear. pls! why cant you be yourself and trust in God? gifts are not what your friends want. we need you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107323274281580249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107323274281580249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323274281580249' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107313967332522313</id><published>2004-01-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:21:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107313967332522313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107313967332522313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107313967332522313' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107304027994965755</id><published>2004-01-02T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:47:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is probably the best first-day-of-school I've ever attended, so far! mf is really impressive when she went down the row to shake our hands and introduce herself. how sweet is that, right? -smiles- yeah and what's even more eye-opening is the fact that she took time off to make and get welcome-gifts for her class. it's like wow! anw, there wasnt anything of a big deal today. all that we had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107304027994965755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107304027994965755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304027994965755' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107292499245217507</id><published>2004-01-01T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T10:50:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WELCOME 2004!HAPPY NEW YEAR!HAPPY NEW YEAR!HAPPY NEW YEAR!HAPPY NEW YEAR!... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...spent a night at augustine's house with madeleine, julie, andrew, joyce, jo and jenny. all we did for hours was singing pnw songs! omagawwsh. what a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107292499245217507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107292499245217507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107292499245217507' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107283838906404461</id><published>2003-12-31T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T10:40:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. I'm amazed to realize how much I've cried last night! yeah at a certain point of time, I think I was kinda hysterical over the phone. there were somethings that he told me, made me feel so unworthy of myself for everyone around me, and God. I do have a wider perspective of that matter now, after hearing from him. I was kinda frank abt how his words made me feel and reflect. truth hurts. alot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107283838906404461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107283838906404461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283838906404461' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107279898774087587</id><published>2003-12-30T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:43:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Dairy,ahh! it's been the best time meeting jie since she returned. I kept laughing at her when she gets her tongue tied-up! hee. naughty naughty me! we're walking arnd parco the whole time, going store to store. oh yes! we found this book of names for babies, in kinokuniya. so we're looking through, finding our names and such? (: cute. "sandra" is greek, "joseph" is hebrew, and "genevieve"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107279898774087587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107279898774087587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279898774087587' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6257692.post-107268044414572681</id><published>2003-12-29T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:27:44.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>miss perfectionist.smth's been tickling my nose since morng! roarrs. I wonder what's dusty in the house. I was sneezing and sniffling all through tuition! *ahem* felt so embarrassed 'cos I was afraid I might freak the tutor...-yawns-I'm really sleepy. just couldnt drift to slp till 5.30am! sigh... anw, I had quite a short chat with stef till abt 4 this morng. it really helped me make a firm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107268044414572681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6257692/posts/default/107268044414572681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passion-propaganda.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268044414572681' title=''/><author><name>Gfayth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00725345318392103480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
