<?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-7940996925064609430</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:37:42.629+08:00</updated><category term='Greetings and Occasions'/><category term='Quiz(s)'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><category term='Fun Facts(:'/><category term='Food ♥'/><category term='Celebs and Quotes'/><category term='About God'/><category term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>God is good.</title><subtitle type='html'>Amen!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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>319</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-235238691020472250</id><published>2011-08-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T23:23:57.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time always flies...</title><content type='html'>Wow. It is August 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been running around the working world for about 10 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse died at 27.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of how short life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot emphasis how important to LIVE LIFE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be stubborn sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember God loves you and know your boundaries yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KUmZp8pR1uc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-235238691020472250?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/235238691020472250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-always-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/235238691020472250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/235238691020472250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-always-flies.html' title='Time always flies...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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://img.youtube.com/vi/KUmZp8pR1uc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-6183822056248611354</id><published>2011-02-13T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T00:55:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words can hold so much power.</title><content type='html'>Be careful of what you say to people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6183822056248611354?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6183822056248611354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-can-hold-so-much-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6183822056248611354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6183822056248611354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2011/02/words-can-hold-so-much-power.html' title='Words can hold so much power.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6063822936714538049</id><published>2010-12-09T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:50:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor (12) Ep 5</title><content type='html'>Disgusting show. Absolute rubbish. Full of silly girls and a polygamy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad for those girls who think they are there to find their prince charming when actually each of them has one and he will find her; not the other way around. /sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, there was Ashley singing. Awful Awful AWFUL! But the bachelor, Matt,&amp;nbsp;says that he is mesmerised by her singing. *rolls eyeball* Anyone could&amp;nbsp;tell that he is lying. His face betrayed him. In&amp;nbsp;Hollywood, the only reason she was allowed to sing probably because she's a songwriter and maybe had some agreementmade at night with the producer. She can't sing. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, by the end of the show it is too obvious that it is all a set up. Everything is probably scripted.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what are the odds that a white guy would choose a black girl over a white girl? HELLOOOOO. Seriously. Go study psychology already. I don't deny that there is the possibility. &lt;br /&gt;But the only reason she's still on the show at Ep 5 is to keep the black audience watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kelly got desperate and flashed her boobs to Matt when she had alone time with him. (She was outted.) - Men like sluts but not as their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley (who sang and mesmerised Matt) was not given a rose at the end of the show too. Mesmerised?! More like terrorised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. getting a rose meant that the girl can stay on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish watching the show. I don't understand how they sustained 12 seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the boob-flashing and pretty girlys attracted many male audiences as they dream to be Matt.&lt;br /&gt;And the&amp;nbsp;ladies watched to learn the bitching and schemes to get a man while&amp;nbsp;daydreaming about their prince charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6063822936714538049?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6063822936714538049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/12/bachelor-12-ep-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6063822936714538049'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;But how many have claimed to be and not lived up to it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-5901413031933532890?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/5901413031933532890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/12/gods-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5901413031933532890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5901413031933532890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/12/gods-people.html' title='God&apos;s people.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2161634088779923573</id><published>2010-09-05T06:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T06:40:40.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the single ladies out there,</title><content type='html'>didn't you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is the most precious thing you have.&lt;br /&gt;Don't just give it away to anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2161634088779923573?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-4813297277838348070</id><published>2010-07-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:06:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>若你碰到他</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;爱 没有绝对 虽曾经以为 &lt;br /&gt;我终於体会 爱不能倒退 &lt;br /&gt;该让它颓废 收起心碎 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若你碰到了 替我问候他 &lt;br /&gt;告诉他 我过得很美满 &lt;br /&gt;已忘记他 已把泪水全部擦乾 &lt;br /&gt;若你碰到了 替我问候他 &lt;br /&gt;祝福他和他的另一半 &lt;br /&gt;不在乎他 不再爱也不再等待 &lt;br /&gt;就这样吧 若你碰到他 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I AM BACK FROM MY GRAD TRIP.&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss me?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fulfilling and purposeful trip.&lt;br /&gt;Being back in Singapore, I feel trapped.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the lazy afternoons and uneventful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of feeling I have now is definitely murky.&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to move on (if I graduate) to the working world but I am not exactly thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;I know how mundane work can get and how routine it'll be.&lt;br /&gt;Then I will become like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be ):&lt;br /&gt;Can we go back to taiwan or somewhere faraway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the whole future ahead of me is overwhelming,&lt;br /&gt;so I've decided to take it moment by moment.&lt;br /&gt;And whatever the future may be for me,&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that the Lord is always with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TDc9dwA1bzI/AAAAAAAAATs/DTAskmKofz4/s1600/DSC04429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TDc9dwA1bzI/AAAAAAAAATs/DTAskmKofz4/s400/DSC04429.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4158836228595580288?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4158836228595580288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossroads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4158836228595580288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4158836228595580288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/07/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TDc9dwA1bzI/AAAAAAAAATs/DTAskmKofz4/s72-c/DSC04429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-1768991903573874923</id><published>2010-06-09T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:41:52.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen and Princess</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right. Drama Princess, Char and Drama Queen, S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with S to celebrate his birthday yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;He's not chinese. So its like a controversial thing to hangout, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us are bothered about the stares, finger-pointing and whispers because we LOVE the attention! :p &amp;nbsp;It is rather surprising to get such reactions from Singaporeans considering the fact that we are a multi-racial and multi-cultural society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I brought S to a chinese restaurant DIN TAI FUNG(I know! Of all the places I had to choose a chinese restaurant right. Like we can't get enough of the spotlight already).&amp;nbsp;He really enjoyed their specialty 小龙包 (xiaolongbao-pork dumpling) and the steamed sesame bun.&amp;nbsp;If you're chinese, you should bring your non-chinese friends to DIN TAI FUNG to eat. Its authentic chinese cuisine that only brilliant chefs can cook up. The making of this xiaolongbao is an art in itself. The skin cannot be too thick or too thin. Too thick and it'll be like eating flour. Too thin - the dumpling's skin may tear and the soup gone. (FYI: You are to savour the soup in the small (bite-size) dumpling.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aunties beside our table were like eavesdropping on our conversation and looking at us period.&amp;nbsp;So we made up things to talk about. Haha. It was FUN. There are too many things we talked about. Can't fill you in in all the details. Too troublesome and I'm sleepy.&amp;nbsp;Dinner ended with asking the waitress to help us take pictures in the restaurant and outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures need work. Bad framing.&lt;br /&gt;S said we should write to mediacorp and do a reality show together.&lt;br /&gt;Should we? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1768991903573874923?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1768991903573874923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-queen-and-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1768991903573874923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1768991903573874923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama-queen-and-princess.html' title='Drama Queen and Princess'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2331534440100927588</id><published>2010-06-04T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:01:06.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City 2</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been? I'm good and have recovered from shingles and exams fever! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Shingles is the resurface of chickenpox virus in people who have chickenpox before. Suggested reasons for this resurfacing: Stress, illness(weak immune system) and/or aging. I hope mine was due to (exam)stress and weak immune system! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TAkiob1BTrI/AAAAAAAAATY/bsIhi-1ydk8/s1600/Iron-Man-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TAkiob1BTrI/AAAAAAAAATY/bsIhi-1ydk8/s400/Iron-Man-2.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TAki4D73SeI/AAAAAAAAATg/G4C3AQxursE/s1600/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TAki4D73SeI/AAAAAAAAATg/G4C3AQxursE/s400/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stay home upon my recovery. And I managed to catch Ironman2 and Sex and the City 2 this week! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, two very different genre of movies. I was actually quite reluctant about watching SC2. The reviews that I read from newspapers and 8days magazine made it sound like a bimbo movie about women, clothes, branded goods, shopping and sex. But it wasn't like that at all! Its about how women are like these days, as compared to the old times.(All in American context but I think some apply to Asian women too. At least in this modern city of ours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie showed how the role of being a woman has changed over the centuries. (Reminds me of the literature text I did in jc: Top Girls.) Women used to be homemakers, wives, mothers, sisters and the weaker gender (in terms of finance, we can't say about physical strength because it varies across countries). But now, women have to be a wife and mother (if she has kids), they need to work too. Women want to be independent financially. They are sick of just waiting for men to bring the bread home. They are no longer seeing themselves as just wives and/or mothers. They see themselves as individuals who are able to generate paychecks and buy what they want/need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee~ I am glad that women are able to achieve so much now and stand up for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a woman. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Have you starting shopping? YOU SHOULD. GSS has begun! I bought a new dress today~ ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2331534440100927588?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2331534440100927588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sex-and-city-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2331534440100927588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2331534440100927588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sex-and-city-2.html' title='Sex and the City 2'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/TAkiob1BTrI/AAAAAAAAATY/bsIhi-1ydk8/s72-c/Iron-Man-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-7288437243373138715</id><published>2010-05-18T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:40:15.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On God's Terms</title><content type='html'>みなさんげんきですか？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;I read in a book and it talks about Lewis Smedes' final book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;My God and I: A spiritual Memoir&lt;/i&gt;, brings God's expectations of us to a startling clarity to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that he met God at a used book store when he picked up a then volume called The Rest of Faith and read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, " The author, whoever he was, told me that if I wanted to come to terms with God, it had to be on his terms, the chief one being that I would have to &lt;i&gt;give up my ridiculous notion that I would be accepted by God only if I had what it took to be [a particular] type&lt;/i&gt;. What&lt;i&gt; I needed to&lt;/i&gt; do was &lt;i&gt;let him accept me with no consideration of whether I was acceptable or unacceptable&lt;/i&gt;. And then, when I had done that, to quit stewing about it and &lt;i&gt;just rest in the fact that I was loved and accepted by God, no strings attached.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because Christ died for us and redeemed us, as long as we believe and accepts Lord Jesus Christ as our saviour and Lord, God accepts us as who we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why it took me so long to be rooted and really accept this truth in my heart. But I am glad that I did and I hope you would too(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7940996925064609430-7288437243373138715?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7288437243373138715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-gods-terms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7288437243373138715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7288437243373138715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-gods-terms.html' title='On God&apos;s Terms'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2453297343600917652</id><published>2010-05-15T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:45:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God smiles when we praise! ^-^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S-55ydESHSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8S3D0nAPq3g/s1600/enterin_niv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S-55ydESHSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8S3D0nAPq3g/s400/enterin_niv.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what does Hallelujah mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It simply means "Praise God".&amp;nbsp;&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/7940996925064609430-2453297343600917652?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2453297343600917652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-smiles-when-we-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2453297343600917652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2453297343600917652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-smiles-when-we-praise.html' title='God smiles when we praise! ^-^'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S-55ydESHSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8S3D0nAPq3g/s72-c/enterin_niv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-4380518453155423446</id><published>2010-05-12T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:48:19.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Difficult People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have you EVER dealt with difficult people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I found some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/dealing-with-difficult-people.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;material online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; that teaches us how to deal with them! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First, lets identify 3 types of difficult people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One who drains others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– By nature, their depressing and negative attitude characterizes them as “life suckers.” They frequently aggravate and deplete us. They complain, but refuse to accept solutions or take steps to improve their circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One who disrespects others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Through their constant criticism, we find ourselves consistently on the defense. Their blunt, even cruel remarks frequently leave scars that linger as abuse. They may be unsympathetic and practice excessive rudeness and ridicule at our expense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One who dominates others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Any aggressive nature which dominates our workplace (or home) through intimidation is destructive. Boldness and assertiveness give way to a meanness that ignores the harmful consequences. The dominating person believes “might is right.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How to Cope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When dealing with difficult people, we must accept that we cannot control the attitude of others. Regardless of our efforts, we cannot change another person’s heart. In fact, the Bible even speaks to this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“For from within, out of a person’s heart, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, wickedness, deceit, eagerness for lustful pleasure, envy, slander, pride, and foolishness”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=mark%207:21-22&amp;amp;version=NIV" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mark 7:21-22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We also can become a “difficult person” when we judge another individual. God has a way of dealing with critical people:&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Stop judging others, and you will not be judged. For others will treat you as you treat them. Whatever measure you use in judging others, it will be used to measure how you are judged”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/matthew-7.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Matthew 7:1–2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dealing with difficult people requires qualities that go against our human nature. We are all resistant to change our opinions, especially if it requires laying down our rights. But when we reflect God’s nature, His peace can transform the most difficult of relationships. When we&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;overlook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;another’s faults, God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;looks over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“. . . Clothe yourselves with tenderhearted mercy, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. You must make allowance for each other’s faults and forgive the person who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others . . . And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts . . .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/colossians-3.htm#12" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Colossians 3:12-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hope you find this material useful(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7940996925064609430-4380518453155423446?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4380518453155423446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/dealing-with-difficult-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4380518453155423446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4380518453155423446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/dealing-with-difficult-people.html' title='Dealing with Difficult People'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4866210750296537235</id><published>2010-05-06T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:23:35.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Amiee Fairchild&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: small;"&gt;Relationships are a pain&lt;br /&gt;Especially loving someone in vain&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that no matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;He loves someone else that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the person you love&lt;br /&gt;Can be a painful thing not from above&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that he doesn't love you like that&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the couple would have a spat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like you've lost your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he won't love you in the end&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day he will change his mind&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that your heart he would find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark you stand&lt;br /&gt;Watching him hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you could just hate his guts&lt;br /&gt;Why does this feeling make you so nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to talk to him hours on end&lt;br /&gt;Even when you know he has a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Watching him play with her curls&lt;br /&gt;Wishing it was you instead of that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing one day you'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;But all the while wishing it was just you&lt;br /&gt;That's the feeling of unrequited love&lt;br /&gt;Something most definitely not from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't agree that the feeling of unrequited love is not something from above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Bright';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think God feels unrequited love from many of us. God loves every single one of us but yet only some respond to Him, not all...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4866210750296537235?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4866210750296537235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/unrequited-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4866210750296537235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4866210750296537235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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faithful.&amp;nbsp;He will not forsake me.&amp;nbsp;♣&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6910953236003828286?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6910953236003828286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/battle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6910953236003828286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6910953236003828286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/05/battle.html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1418225745611834555?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1418225745611834555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/04/by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1418225745611834555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1418225745611834555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/04/by.html' title='卡門 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-470334234689566160</id><published>2010-03-11T00:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:25:26.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food ♥'/><title type='text'>Wagyu Beef @ Sho Teppan (Orchard Ion)</title><content type='html'>This Japanese restaurant is located at B3-19 in Orchard Ion.&lt;br /&gt;Chanced upon it during my first visit to Ion and I've been going back for moreeeeeeeeeeee. Actually, the smell caught my attention. Too yummy to resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, I brought my parents to eat (but I didn't foot the bill). &lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; still a poor student..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I introduced my parents to wagyu beef teppan @ SGD21.90++&lt;br /&gt;It comes with miso soup, rice and salad. Oh, and FREE hot green tea!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rice is soft and fluffy. Miso soup a tad too salty. But the salad was goooood.&lt;br /&gt;Wagyu beef is placed in a metal pot with shredded carrot, onions, spring onion, sliced mushrooms(I assume shiitake since japanese like them), sweet sauce(probably some special sauce they mixed) and sprinkle with white sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;/sizzles~&lt;br /&gt;Smells reaaaaally good when you start stir-frying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S5fNlFMwb4I/AAAAAAAAASs/V5phkm1eJoo/s1600-h/10032010300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S5fNlFMwb4I/AAAAAAAAASs/V5phkm1eJoo/s400/10032010300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447048311262441346" /&gt;My set(I took out my wagyu beef from the metal pot in attempt to prevent them from being overcooked.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with my dad that the sauce used for wagyu beef teppan(that evening) was too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Plus salty miso soup, we needed more rice to go along with it! &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I didn't have this problem last year when I visited with my guy.&lt;br /&gt;Quality dropped? Maybe. But I still finished everything! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother ordered wagyu beef sukiyaki(SGD 20.90++). She wanted more veggie and its a healthier choice(everything boiled but not as tasty compared to teppan). &lt;br /&gt;BUT! It is not their signature dish. Wagyu Beef Teppan is their signature dish. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Well, I forgot to mention that you get to choose either udon or rice for sukiyaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S5fNl33AcII/AAAAAAAAAS0/DKHwZf7Qs48/s1600-h/10032010301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S5fNl33AcII/AAAAAAAAAS0/DKHwZf7Qs48/s400/10032010301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447048324861423746" /&gt;Displayed 'food' outside the restaurant.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to get a picture of her actual food. And I didn't get a good before and after picture of mine coz` hungry la. Next time I will get them for you!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are other types of meat/choices in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that Wagyu is the most value-added one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you are thinking of eating and chit-chatting after meal. DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;Not an ideal place for such activities. I felt pressurised to order more or pay the bill as the service crew walked around with their PDAs after clearing the table. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for the tastebuds and stomach only! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-470334234689566160?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/470334234689566160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wagyu-beef-sho-teppan-orchard-ion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/470334234689566160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/470334234689566160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/03/wagyu-beef-sho-teppan-orchard-ion.html' title='Wagyu Beef @ Sho Teppan (Orchard Ion)'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S5fNlFMwb4I/AAAAAAAAASs/V5phkm1eJoo/s72-c/10032010300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-3199266228573653438</id><published>2010-03-07T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:28:09.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework or I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter for my mind, body and soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What today will be like is up to me.&lt;br /&gt;I get to choose what kind of day I will have, so can you!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3199266228573653438?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3199266228573653438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/03/today_1812.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3199266228573653438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3199266228573653438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/03/today_1812.html' title='Today'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6581640701232110180</id><published>2010-02-21T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:29:14.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><title type='text'>Flower</title><content type='html'>pretty pretty! I like(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S4FRkQZrBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/1oyOeMJmNs4/s1600-h/nice+flower+bouquet!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S4FRkQZrBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/1oyOeMJmNs4/s400/nice+flower+bouquet!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440719508160054610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6581640701232110180?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6581640701232110180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/flower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6581640701232110180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6581640701232110180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/flower.html' title='Flower'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S4FRkQZrBVI/AAAAAAAAASY/1oyOeMJmNs4/s72-c/nice+flower+bouquet!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-8393370306256214085</id><published>2010-02-18T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:32:19.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>What a Friend we have in Jesus</title><content type='html'>I was reading ODB &lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/our-daily-bread/2010/02/18/devotion.aspx"&gt;daily devotional message&lt;/a&gt; and chance on this hymn, What a Friend I have in Jesus. Went to youtube and this lady Chonda Pierce shared her story and her version really touched me. Its more towards the end. But to get a clearer picture, just go through the whole video yeah? Enjoy! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mALemrMgcg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mALemrMgcg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Friend we have in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;All our sins and griefs to bear!&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;O what peace we often forfeit,&lt;br /&gt;O what needless pain we bear,&lt;br /&gt;All because we do not carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GApMd5gnFA4"&gt;Welsh Church Choir version&lt;/a&gt; is magnificent! This is the kind of praise and worship if a whole church sings! Now I know why God loves our worship and praise. Its amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8393370306256214085?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8393370306256214085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-friend-we-have-in-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8393370306256214085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8393370306256214085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-friend-we-have-in-jesus.html' title='What a Friend we have in Jesus'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3954478886480232559</id><published>2010-02-02T17:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:32:19.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>God's Love of Man</title><content type='html'>God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;You're rebellious, you cheat, you commit immorality,&lt;br /&gt;you're selfish, you sin, but God loves you with an intensity&lt;br /&gt;beyond anything I could describe to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you, and He loves you so much that He gave His only Son,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ to die on that cross; and the thing that kept Christ &lt;br /&gt;on that cross was love, not the nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Billy Graham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S2f1TxkRNKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KcKIJHbRbaw/s1600-h/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S2f1TxkRNKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KcKIJHbRbaw/s400/heart.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433581195517572258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above message I wanted to tell a dear friend, face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;But I am holding back because I am afraid of his reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday, he will see this and knows how much God loves him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3954478886480232559?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3954478886480232559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-love-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3954478886480232559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3954478886480232559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/02/gods-love-of-man.html' title='God&apos;s Love of Man'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S2f1TxkRNKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KcKIJHbRbaw/s72-c/heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-8431703364413504147</id><published>2010-01-27T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:30:50.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Punishment.</title><content type='html'>When God delays discipline, it’s not due to indifference; &lt;br /&gt;it’s due to His very nature—He is gracious and slow to anger. &lt;br /&gt;Some see that as permission to sin, but God intends it to be an invitation to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is said about God's righteous judgement in Romans 2:1-4,&lt;br /&gt;"You, therefore, have no excuse, you who pass judgment on someone else, for at whatever point you judge the other, you are condemning yourself, because you who pass judgment do the same things. 2Now we know that God's judgment against those who do such things is based on truth. 3So when you, a mere man, pass judgment on them and yet do the same things, do you think you will escape God's judgment? 4Or do you show contempt for the riches of his kindness, tolerance and patience, not realizing that God's kindness leads you toward repentance?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8431703364413504147?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8431703364413504147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/punishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8431703364413504147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8431703364413504147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/punishment.html' title='Punishment.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-582761025629101324</id><published>2010-01-17T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:30:50.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>I am overly and thoroughly blessed.</title><content type='html'>Thank you God Almighty for deciding who my parents are and where I live.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for food, shelter, education, nice clothes to wear, nice bed to sleep in and I don't have to worry about natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for advanced technology and medical help available.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for supplies of medicine when I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for clean water to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the showers I can take in this heat and keep myself fresh and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, the people in Haiti are suffering but they seem so far away..&lt;br /&gt;How can I help? &lt;br /&gt;I can't mobilise massive food supplies or build a new government for them.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for them seems to be the only thing I can do. Ok, I will find out how to donate to red cross..&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, please prayer for them!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLd5yUOnHvA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLd5yUOnHvA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-582761025629101324?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/582761025629101324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-overly-and-thoroughly-blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/582761025629101324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/582761025629101324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-overly-and-thoroughly-blessed.html' title='I am overly and thoroughly blessed.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2800955142323532090</id><published>2010-01-08T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:32:19.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>God is in Control.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get paranoid about things and how things should be,&lt;br /&gt;I get upset and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sister reminded me that God is in control and He will deal with everything and anything that needs to be dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I felt peace and joy. (: &lt;br /&gt;Even if the world is ending now, I would still have that peace and joy in me.&lt;br /&gt;For God is good and He is in control!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2800955142323532090?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2800955142323532090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-is-in-control.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2800955142323532090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2800955142323532090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/god-is-in-control.html' title='God is in Control.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6076533779017335425</id><published>2010-01-07T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:30:50.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Missing someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S0XvI2kROUI/AAAAAAAAASA/WGumi34wi6U/s1600-h/06012010207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S0XvI2kROUI/AAAAAAAAASA/WGumi34wi6U/s400/06012010207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424004261603260738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard others say that if one misses a person(you love) badly, one will get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't believe. How is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know. &lt;br /&gt;The sadness is so intense, it makes you feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears can't help but roll down your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Its neverending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna see him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6076533779017335425?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6076533779017335425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6076533779017335425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6076533779017335425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/missing-someone.html' title='Missing someone...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/S0XvI2kROUI/AAAAAAAAASA/WGumi34wi6U/s72-c/06012010207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-3907311746646412480</id><published>2010-01-01T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:34:00.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you have fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to east coast at 11.35pm and it was like CROWDED. &lt;br /&gt;It felt like 8pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played sparklers with my boyfriend and his family.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite an experience! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to changi airport for swensens ice-cream!! (:&lt;br /&gt;The queues at swensens and ya kun were unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;It was even more crowded than weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the ice-cream sundae was goooooood.&lt;br /&gt;A sweet start for 2010~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3907311746646412480?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3907311746646412480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3907311746646412480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3907311746646412480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='HAPPY 2010!!!!!!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1515637502837904448</id><published>2009-12-28T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:34:00.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>300th Post.</title><content type='html'>Dearest friends (who still check back on my blog although I didn't update),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you guys been? I hope Christmas was filled with lots of fun, good company, good food and lotsa presents! I had fun and good food!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections: &lt;br /&gt;This year I have been watching too much TV(bad) and facebooking(bad), shopping(good), school(good) and spending time with my boyfriend(v.good). ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not my idea of being 100% productive(60% only), I guess sometimes we need to be thankful for our limitations for they create opportunities for improvements, yeah?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real pressure of exams has not come. The holiday season is still running in my head~ Hohoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1515637502837904448?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1515637502837904448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/12/300th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1515637502837904448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1515637502837904448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/12/300th-post.html' title='300th Post.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3690048878486636902</id><published>2009-12-04T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:32:55.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Right or Wrong.</title><content type='html'>What is right?&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who set the rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who set the rules?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3690048878486636902?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3690048878486636902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-or-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3690048878486636902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3690048878486636902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/12/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right or Wrong.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6999920639112194984</id><published>2009-10-13T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:03.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Kids these days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;An Observation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days are so precious,&lt;br /&gt;Teachers in school cannot execute physical punishment. &lt;br /&gt;Kids these days know manipulation,&lt;br /&gt;They learn fast and usually not the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days are much lazier (or maybe just the ones I know),&lt;br /&gt;They need additional tuition classes to help them academically.&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days are spoilt for choices,&lt;br /&gt;They get to enjoy technology that we would never have dreamed of!&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days are so lucky,&lt;br /&gt;But God loves us all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6999920639112194984?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6999920639112194984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/kids-these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6999920639112194984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6999920639112194984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6747706652949965302</id><published>2009-10-08T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:42.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>And the things on Earth will grow strangely dim,</title><content type='html'>In the light of His glory and grace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hymn titled "Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus". This hymn encourages me in the difficult times and reminded me that my hope is in the Lord and I should turn my eyes upon Jesus. Jesus loves us all and He died on the Cross for the sins of all of us, so that we may reunite with God in Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this hymn can bring you hope and comfort in this sad sad world, like it did for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cp_ry0RBsnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cp_ry0RBsnk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6747706652949965302?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6747706652949965302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-things-on-earth-will-grow-strangely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6747706652949965302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6747706652949965302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-things-on-earth-will-grow-strangely.html' title='And the things on Earth will grow strangely dim,'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-428033112041642709</id><published>2009-10-08T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:03.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>We have to make choices everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the small things like what coffee to drink to which degree to take, we all have our time of making choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes we don't make good choices.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the not-so-good choices that we made will haunt us.&lt;br /&gt;And it is very frustrating. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes time to correct some mistakes in choice-making.&lt;br /&gt;One has to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;The world and its rule are not helping.&lt;br /&gt;Everything these days is instantaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want it NOW and FAST.&lt;br /&gt;We forgot what it is like to be patient and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What choices did you have to make today?&lt;br /&gt;Were your choices good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its good(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-428033112041642709?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/428033112041642709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/428033112041642709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/428033112041642709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2650023677471705301</id><published>2009-10-01T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:34:00.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day(:</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!!!(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonono. We are not too old to celebrate this day. (I know what you're thinking :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always children to our parents~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for fellow christians, we are the children of God(:&lt;br /&gt;And He is our Father in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中华人民共和国 2009 国庆60周年。 中国六十大寿、生日快乐哦！！&lt;br /&gt;Today is China's birthday too! Did you see their army???&lt;br /&gt;The army girls are so pretty with make up and DID YOU SEE THE PARADE?!!&lt;br /&gt;The army is really neat and marched in unison.&lt;br /&gt;Others cannot compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car Chinese President Hu Jintao rode in while he inspected the troops at the 60th National Day in Beijing was made in northeast China. It grasped public attention with its debut on Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self-developed Hongqi HQE car by the First Automobile Works of Changchun (FAW), capital of Jilin Province, is 6.4 meters long, 2.05 meters wide and 1.72 meters high, according to staff from the company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese features were evident in the design, said Guo Shijun, head of the Hongqi manufacture department of FAW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For instance, the radiator grille was in the shape of a Chinese folding fan, and the taillight was like an ancient palace lantern," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check out the microphones on the car in the 2nd video I uploaded!! NICE. :D&lt;br /&gt;Note: The soldiers all look the same. Even their height!! Talk about best selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNNYb1WJ2mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNNYb1WJ2mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRTTH5HW6GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRTTH5HW6GQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2650023677471705301?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2650023677471705301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2650023677471705301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2650023677471705301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-childrens-day.html' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day(:'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1894970650911313427</id><published>2009-09-28T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:03.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Life is too good.</title><content type='html'>I've been living a good life. I almost always got what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I have a place to call home, lots of food (good food!), money to spent, air-conditioning available, internet access, money to buy textbooks, a decent study table, plenty of stationaries, ability to pay school fees to get education, family and friends to love and be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too too blessed. Thank you Almighty God for all these things that I have!!&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to count my blessings everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you counted your blessings today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1894970650911313427?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1894970650911313427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-too-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1894970650911313427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1894970650911313427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-too-good.html' title='Life is too good.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-5827564871331362855</id><published>2009-09-22T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:03.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Terrific Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Last day of holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting tomorrow and I can't wait(:(:&lt;br /&gt;My bff is going to Australia tonight and I'm going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks! He's going away for 3 weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;Away from all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the heat.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;Away from familarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here. In Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sipping capuccino in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Still not shopping in Milan.&lt;br /&gt;Still not sight-seeing in S. Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Still not eating Escargo in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not fair and I learnt it the hard way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-5827564871331362855?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/5827564871331362855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrific-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5827564871331362855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5827564871331362855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/terrific-tuesday.html' title='Terrific Tuesday'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8997953306834982178</id><published>2009-09-20T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:34:22.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Exasperation</title><content type='html'>Oh Lord Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Who are the winners on earth and in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that counts and what is it that doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can be so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, my God.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and weary.&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting a war that I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost and very confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8997953306834982178?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8997953306834982178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/exasperation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8997953306834982178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8997953306834982178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/exasperation.html' title='Exasperation'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-664233834480389101</id><published>2009-09-18T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:19.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food ♥'/><title type='text'>Snow Peas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrMDdaXBknI/AAAAAAAAARw/xSkjKpKgPgA/s1600-h/snowpea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrMDdaXBknI/AAAAAAAAARw/xSkjKpKgPgA/s400/snowpea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382649783464858226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what these are called(though I've eaten them) until now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-664233834480389101?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/664233834480389101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/snow-peas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/664233834480389101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/664233834480389101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/snow-peas.html' title='Snow Peas'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrMDdaXBknI/AAAAAAAAARw/xSkjKpKgPgA/s72-c/snowpea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-7778703856112277928</id><published>2009-09-12T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:36:46.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs and Quotes'/><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrhmqVtBXTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zksDRu_IYeo/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrhmqVtBXTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zksDRu_IYeo/s400/marilyn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384166232087944498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes. I’m out of control and at times hard to handle, but if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7778703856112277928?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7778703856112277928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7778703856112277928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7778703856112277928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Marilyn Monroe'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SrhmqVtBXTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zksDRu_IYeo/s72-c/marilyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-2184468418432424624</id><published>2009-09-08T11:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:35:03.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SqqBJawFLQI/AAAAAAAAARo/i8nyn9xtj3o/s1600-h/Marilyn-Monroe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SqqBJawFLQI/AAAAAAAAARo/i8nyn9xtj3o/s400/Marilyn-Monroe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380254703647272194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is only skin deep?&lt;br /&gt;yes. but it is also something that gives a woman/lady/girl confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore climate isn't the best environment for beautiful skin.&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered if there is hope for people born without the perfect skin gene.&lt;br /&gt;And I have no definite answers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is diet important or the products we use on our faces and other parts of our skin?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kose, Clinique, Loreal, Chanel, Shiseido, Elizabeth Arden, Clean and Clear, SK II, theFaceShop, BodyShop...... So many stores to choose your skincare from. But how do we know which is best for each individual?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2184468418432424624?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2184468418432424624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2184468418432424624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2184468418432424624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SqqBJawFLQI/AAAAAAAAARo/i8nyn9xtj3o/s72-c/Marilyn-Monroe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-6722686518433546453</id><published>2009-08-30T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:36:27.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><title type='text'>Rilakkuma  リラックマ</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(a combination of the Japanese pronunciation of relax and the Japanese word for bear)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;is a Japanese character produced by the San-X company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is known about Rilakkuma's back story is that one day he appeared in the apartment of an office worker named Kaoru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilakkuma wears brown bear suits, as in the picture books Rilakkuma is frequently seen sitting around waiting for suits that look exactly like him to dry on the clothes line. True to his name, Rilakkuma greatly enjoys relaxing. He is often accompanied by Korilakkuma, who is a smaller white bear with a mischievous personality(i like! ^-^), and Kiiroitori, a yellow chick who plays a tsukkomi role. Korilakkuma frequently plays pranks on Rilakkuma whilst he is sleeping, such as drawing on him, putting headphones on him and sewing odd color patches on his bear suits. Rilakkuma's favorite foods include mochi, pancakes, dumplings, and doughnuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.san-x.co.jp/relaxuma/top.html"&gt;Rilakkuma's page at the San-X website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the above info taken from wikipedia(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6722686518433546453?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6722686518433546453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/rilakkuma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6722686518433546453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6722686518433546453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/rilakkuma.html' title='Rilakkuma  リラックマ'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-9037026921977725928</id><published>2009-08-27T09:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:36:09.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>that come out of your mouth, come from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always think before you speak, as you wouldn't know the impact it'll bring to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may seem to be a joke to you could hurt someone and cause them to cry every night about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've said hurtful words to a loved one or friend, seek forgiveness and reconcile. &lt;br /&gt;It is never too late. Do not wait till it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For whoever would love life and see good days must keep his tongue from evil and his lips from deceitful speech"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-9037026921977725928?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/9037026921977725928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9037026921977725928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9037026921977725928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-921895436814511464</id><published>2009-08-26T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:37:06.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>School has started for most universities but not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~ can't wait to know my (terrible &gt;.&lt;) school results and get started with studies. Everyone around me is so hardworking :/ its starting to make me look bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Exam date confirmed. its in september on the twentyfourth.&lt;br /&gt;argh! My will to practice is so weak. I am strongly inclined to give in to all other activities except dedication to playing my piano.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty pleasures: Housechores(i.e. folding clothes, packing, throwing things, wiping, washing dishes, cooking, laundry....etc.), Helping my mum arrange her taxi receipts in date order and clear her other receipts (I like to get things organised.), Watching TV for 3-5hours straight(bad thing about having a cable), Dating :x and Shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-921895436814511464?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/921895436814511464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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an issue to Dr William Tan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was restricted in his movements but that did not restrict his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not restricted in my movements yet I restricted my mind on what I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2364243395804654034?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2364243395804654034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/restrictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2364243395804654034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2364243395804654034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/restrictions.html' title='Restrictions'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6263700390497848038</id><published>2009-08-08T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:37:53.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>is not quantifiable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that cannot be quantified does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, love does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True or False?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALSEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a good way fo girls to reject guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6263700390497848038?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6263700390497848038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6263700390497848038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6263700390497848038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4201189137811991346</id><published>2009-08-04T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:38:10.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Facts(:'/><title type='text'>On a lighter note.</title><content type='html'>Did you know that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking food with microwaves was discovered accidentally in the 1940s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are a few causes of outbursts of anger: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. unrealistic expectations&lt;br /&gt;2. negative emotions&lt;br /&gt;3. unresolved conflicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a certain amount of threshold for each individual.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, any small irritation can result in an outburst of anger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4201189137811991346?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4201189137811991346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-lighter-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4201189137811991346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4201189137811991346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/08/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7948000662904789126</id><published>2009-07-29T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:38:50.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;restores and renews our intimacy with the Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Christian, I am not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I sin. Some I know of and some I am unaware.&lt;br /&gt;Those that I know, I told God and asked for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But some sins I struggle.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth confesses the sin but my actions are not showing.&lt;br /&gt;It is like just nodding in polite agreement with God, &lt;br /&gt;and continuing the same way we are going.&lt;br /&gt;It is only when we truly agree with God about what is right,&lt;br /&gt;our behavior will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Bread message on July 25th uses a great metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a car, we go in the direction we are pointed.&lt;br /&gt;So when we truly turn our minds and hearts toward God, &lt;br /&gt;our actions change accordingly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on July 27th, the messge was: &lt;strong&gt;God's Heart Revealed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s easy to think of God as a divine fly-swatter, just waiting for you to land so that—whap—He can nail you for your sins. But that’s not what we see in Revelation 2–3 in His letters to the seven churches. The pattern of the letters demonstrates God’s loving heart for wayward people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Lord, I pray for a pure heart and steadfast spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me, O God,&lt;br /&gt;according to your unfailing love;&lt;br /&gt;according to your great compassion&lt;br /&gt;blot out my transgressions.&lt;br /&gt;Wash away all my iniquity &lt;br /&gt;and cleanse me from my sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know my transgressions,&lt;br /&gt;and my sin is always before me.&lt;br /&gt;Against you, you only, have I sinned&lt;br /&gt;and done what is evil in your sight,&lt;br /&gt;so that you are proved right when you speak&lt;br /&gt;and justified hen you judge.&lt;br /&gt;Surely I was sinful at birth,&lt;br /&gt;sinful from the time my mother conveived me.&lt;br /&gt;Surely you desire truth in the inner parts;&lt;br /&gt;you teach me wisdom in the inmost place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean;&lt;br /&gt;wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God,&lt;br /&gt;and renew a steadfast spirit within me.&lt;br /&gt;Do not cast me from your presence &lt;br /&gt;or take your Holy Spirit from me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore to e the joy of your salvation&lt;br /&gt;and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7948000662904789126?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7948000662904789126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/repentance_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7948000662904789126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7948000662904789126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/repentance_29.html' title='Repentance'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3537240074365132812</id><published>2009-07-20T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:38:50.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;its a noun which has two meanings: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. deep sorrow, compunction, or contrition for a past sin, wrongdoing, or the like. &lt;br /&gt;2. regret for any past action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what does it mean in life application?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if you have deep sorrow, it is enough. You are in repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine: You punched your friend. While saying sorry, you are still punching him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this repentance? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are truly sorry, we'll stop punching the friend and change our behaviour. We'd be nice to that friend and not punch him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punching could be something that we are "sinning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we be "sinning" and say sorry to God? I think it is not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this sudden realization that you are truly wanting to repent only when you're determined to stop sinning because you deeply regret what you've done and feeling deep sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3537240074365132812?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3537240074365132812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/repentance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3537240074365132812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3537240074365132812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/repentance.html' title='Repentance'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4073977480110689783</id><published>2009-07-11T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:39:56.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Where will I be without you here in my life?</title><content type='html'>I have never walked on water &lt;br /&gt;felt the waves beneath my feet but &lt;br /&gt;at Your word Lord, I'll receive Your &lt;br /&gt;faith to walk on oceans deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I remember how You found me &lt;br /&gt;in the very same place &lt;br /&gt;all my failings surely would have drowned me &lt;br /&gt;still You made a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my freedom &lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You're the reason &lt;br /&gt;I'm kneeling again at Your throne &lt;br /&gt;where would I be without You here in my life &lt;br /&gt;here in my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have said that all the heavens &lt;br /&gt;sing for joy at one who finds the &lt;br /&gt;way to freedom, truth of Jesus &lt;br /&gt;bought from death into His life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I remember how You saw me &lt;br /&gt;through the eyes of Your grace &lt;br /&gt;and though the cost was Your beloved for me &lt;br /&gt;still You made a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;song by Hillsongs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4073977480110689783?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4073977480110689783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-will-i-be-without-you-here-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4073977480110689783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4073977480110689783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-will-i-be-without-you-here-in-my.html' title='Where will I be without you here in my life?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6839293252580608931</id><published>2009-07-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:39:05.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>Happy Independence Day~</title><content type='html'>For Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6839293252580608931?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6839293252580608931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6839293252580608931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6839293252580608931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-independence-day.html' title='Happy Independence Day~'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-5956946419149848251</id><published>2009-07-04T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:39:38.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><title type='text'>NUM.</title><content type='html'>I bought slippers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cost:$20&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Pink&lt;br /&gt;Paperbag colour: Orange~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Slid00tdZFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oX8whqS5jNk/s1600-h/IMG_0001+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Slid00tdZFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oX8whqS5jNk/s400/IMG_0001+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357205287585277010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-5956946419149848251?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/5956946419149848251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/num.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5956946419149848251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5956946419149848251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/07/num.html' title='NUM.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Slid00tdZFI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oX8whqS5jNk/s72-c/IMG_0001+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-9215532063744687594</id><published>2009-06-24T15:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:20:22.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: MyNickIsAnonymous</title><content type='html'>FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an unknown or unacknowledged name: an anonymous author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nameless; of unknown name; also, of unknown or unavowed authorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these just say "I evade responsibility." in my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-9215532063744687594?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/9215532063744687594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-mynickisanonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9215532063744687594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9215532063744687594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-mynickisanonymous.html' title='To: MyNickIsAnonymous'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4546733922859191980</id><published>2009-06-24T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>You fall in love, whats next?&lt;br /&gt;You wait for the minute of betrayal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The change of lovers.&lt;br /&gt;The need to choose. Only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are through with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women alike.&lt;br /&gt;They fancy beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;They keep one which they think is most beautiful at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;But when they see something else more beautiful along the way,&lt;br /&gt;they discard the antecedent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4546733922859191980?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4546733922859191980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/betrayal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4546733922859191980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4546733922859191980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6969717918838386443</id><published>2009-06-19T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:28:04.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Why do people post comment anonymously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Anonymous for commenting on my entry. &lt;br /&gt;But I would not publish it. Whether good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Some may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, if you cannot even take responsibility for what you say, why should I recognize and publish it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rule: Identity can be unknown but not unacknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a nickname is respected. Because it represents you. &lt;br /&gt;You exist. Anonymous beings don't exist in my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6969717918838386443?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6969717918838386443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/anonymous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6969717918838386443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6969717918838386443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2367204942901226658</id><published>2009-06-17T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:51:33.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food ♥'/><title type='text'>Drink+Fan on train.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SjjH2Uf3pqI/AAAAAAAAARA/cY41ZBuWvco/s1600-h/13-06-09_1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SjjH2Uf3pqI/AAAAAAAAARA/cY41ZBuWvco/s400/13-06-09_1853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348244293531707042" /&gt;Drink - Iced yuan yang $3.00 @ Taiwan Cafe @ White Sands. Not what I expected it to be. Whats with the ice-cream?? &gt;.&lt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SjjH2YhvchI/AAAAAAAAARI/PiNIt4msLAU/s1600-h/10-06-09_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SjjH2YhvchI/AAAAAAAAARI/PiNIt4msLAU/s400/10-06-09_1449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348244294613299730" /&gt;This lady is super cool. She actually carried the fan on the NEL!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2367204942901226658?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2367204942901226658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/drinkfan-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2367204942901226658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2367204942901226658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/drinkfan-on-train.html' title='Drink+Fan on train.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SjjH2Uf3pqI/AAAAAAAAARA/cY41ZBuWvco/s72-c/13-06-09_1853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-6880385951380278604</id><published>2009-06-13T22:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:51:43.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>Christ's love.</title><content type='html'>A friend asked me, whats the point of accepting Christ and continue to sin, knowing that God will forgive you if you seek His forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, true repentance is not just saying sorry. &lt;br /&gt;Repentance is a 3 step process.&lt;br /&gt;1. Acknowledge the sin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flee from the sin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Serve God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When one accepts Christ as one's personal Lord and savour, we need to be self-aware that we are sinners and have made mistakes. We must have contriteness. That means we are filled with a sense of guilt and the desire for atonement for sinning. Atonement means we must want to change. Change doesn't happen overnight. Thus we must always try and persevere to be better. This is a training process and definitely not easy. But we have God's grace and help to flee sin.&lt;/em&gt; ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:6-7 says: &lt;strong&gt;6For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with,that we should no longer be slaves to sin— 7because anyone who has died has been freed from sin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are reborn and made new. Thus, I'd like to remind fellow brothers and sisters what Romans 6:13-14 says, "13Do not offer the parts of your body to sin, as instruments of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God, as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer the parts of your body to him as instruments of righteousness. 14For sin shall not be your master, because you are not under law, but under grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also 1 Corinthians 10:13, "13No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6880385951380278604?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6880385951380278604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/christs-love-is-not-cheap-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6880385951380278604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6880385951380278604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/06/christs-love-is-not-cheap-grace.html' title='Christ&apos;s love.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-716296459138819760</id><published>2009-05-19T10:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:52:42.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs and Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>from Actress Sandra Bullock on her relationship with her chivalrous husband Jesse James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had to learn a hard lesson in that I'm not allowed to open car doors anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us women these days want to be independent in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Top priority: Financially secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in the past, we are educated now.&lt;br /&gt;We can earn money. &lt;br /&gt;We can go shopping and pamper ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We can survive in this world and not be dependent on men for basic necessities.&lt;br /&gt;We can do most things that men do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do we still need men? (Other than for reproduction purposes? &gt;.&lt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men seem to think that since we can do almost everything and anything by ourselves, they don't need to pamper us anymore. They don't see the need to pay for the lady, give her flowers and shower her with gifts and attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those men who are doing all these, keep it up bro! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am not sure if women still need men, &lt;br /&gt;I know some of us still wants them! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-716296459138819760?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/716296459138819760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/716296459138819760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/716296459138819760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-2254881906458969947</id><published>2009-05-17T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:52:13.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><title type='text'>Rilakkuma Cafe Post~~</title><content type='html'>(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;these smiley faces don't do enough justice for my love of Rilakkuma Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend gave me 2 Rilakkuma items ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLfT3SkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7qWBxQiZuoc/s1600-h/14-05-09_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLfT3SkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7qWBxQiZuoc/s400/14-05-09_1808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772352887179842" /&gt;Item 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLGc_-NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IGJlKcfZQK8/s1600-h/14-05-09_1810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLGc_-NI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IGJlKcfZQK8/s400/14-05-09_1810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772346214611154" /&gt;Item 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLAXVDoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ZdCKQOIrIk/s1600-h/14-05-09_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLAXVDoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/2ZdCKQOIrIk/s400/14-05-09_1811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772344580214402" /&gt;Item 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw these organisers at popular! So cute! and its also rilakkuma~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLaA9sgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KNy5MeVueBE/s1600-h/14-05-09_1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLaA9sgI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KNy5MeVueBE/s400/14-05-09_1148.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772351465730562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAJQfPwYuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bZLuP8dSEJk/s1600-h/17-05-09_2054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAJQfPwYuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bZLuP8dSEJk/s400/17-05-09_2054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336775737304179426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2254881906458969947?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2254881906458969947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/rilakkuma-cafe-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2254881906458969947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2254881906458969947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/rilakkuma-cafe-post.html' title='Rilakkuma Cafe Post~~'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ShAGLfT3SkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7qWBxQiZuoc/s72-c/14-05-09_1808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-7882502366569042564</id><published>2009-05-16T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:40:49.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food ♥'/><title type='text'>Food that made Charmaine smile(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvbpKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wgqgv-B5pr8/s1600-h/10-05-09_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvbpKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wgqgv-B5pr8/s400/10-05-09_1628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336252901378128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvT2sbDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IroPxoKXscA/s1600-h/15-05-09_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvT2sbDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/IroPxoKXscA/s400/15-05-09_1857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336252899287395378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvRdnhGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SrFuyDpdFFg/s1600-h/13-05-09_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvRdnhGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SrFuyDpdFFg/s400/13-05-09_1426.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336252898645345378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvOAiUsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oBNyvLeojIE/s1600-h/13-05-09_1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvOAiUsI/AAAAAAAAAP4/oBNyvLeojIE/s400/13-05-09_1408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336252897718063810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7882502366569042564?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7882502366569042564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-that-makes-charmaine-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7882502366569042564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7882502366569042564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-that-makes-charmaine-smile.html' title='Food that made Charmaine smile(:'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sg4tvbpKe5I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wgqgv-B5pr8/s72-c/10-05-09_1628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-6666861273365059478</id><published>2009-05-12T08:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>He asked for a dance.&lt;br /&gt;I took his hand and so we dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led well.&lt;br /&gt;All was well. (We didn't step on each other's toes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go on forever &lt;br /&gt;with the music still playing.&lt;br /&gt;But when will this end?&lt;br /&gt;When the music stops.&lt;br /&gt;Or when I let go of his hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6666861273365059478?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6666861273365059478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6666861273365059478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6666861273365059478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-127403551914395251</id><published>2009-05-11T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:11:50.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs.</title><content type='html'>Pink Lady! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb8sSlJRwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ee_YC0IknsU/s1600-h/10-05-09_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb8sSlJRwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ee_YC0IknsU/s400/10-05-09_1258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334228646499010306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-127403551914395251?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/127403551914395251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-for-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/127403551914395251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/127403551914395251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for Laughs.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb8sSlJRwI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Ee_YC0IknsU/s72-c/10-05-09_1258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-556620691062796800</id><published>2009-05-10T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>To mug or not to mug?</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Exam period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUG MUG MUG.&lt;br /&gt;but then, the info seems to slip away on its own~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to retain what i learned in my head?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today!&lt;br /&gt;Bought blue coloured contact lenses and Rilakkuma Stickers(:(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb7Wm8a3oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/30E7J58xOzU/s1600-h/10-05-09_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb7Wm8a3oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/30E7J58xOzU/s400/10-05-09_2358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334227174496591490" /&gt;Left two. I got both :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;Been mugging at starbucks quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drink: Cappaucino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the Dark Berry Mocha Frape. &lt;br /&gt;Looks: Nice&lt;br /&gt;Taste: Kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3h2j06dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2z56VGRlIFc/s1600-h/09-05-09_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3h2j06dI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2z56VGRlIFc/s400/09-05-09_1650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222969620457938" /&gt;Left: Frape Right: Cappaucino!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3hT_cFkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kslkXNcvCJw/s1600-h/09-05-09_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3hT_cFkI/AAAAAAAAAPY/kslkXNcvCJw/s400/09-05-09_1648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222960341030466" /&gt;Dark Berry Mocha Frape top view&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3hI6TGWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7DPDEtDiOoc/s1600-h/09-05-09_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb3hI6TGWI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7DPDEtDiOoc/s400/09-05-09_1649.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222957366679906" /&gt;Dark Berry Mocha Frape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-556620691062796800?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/556620691062796800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/mugging-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/556620691062796800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/556620691062796800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/mugging-or-not.html' title='To mug or not to mug?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sgb7Wm8a3oI/AAAAAAAAAPo/30E7J58xOzU/s72-c/10-05-09_2358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-5979363418404886486</id><published>2009-05-04T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:03:53.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffles Medical is a lousy clinic.</title><content type='html'>Sweeping statement. But its so true! What is the purpose of going to a clinic? To get remedy for the illness you have. But they don't have stock for certain medicine. And the doctor prescribed medicine that I cannot get from the clinic. She was not able to provide other alternatives. Not well equiped. Not professional enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500- I reached the clinic. Many people. Queued to register my name.&lt;br /&gt;1515- I got to register my name. Given a queue number, 147. Current number: 130.&lt;br /&gt;(Went to watsons to buy something and then to Macdonalds to grab a coffee while reading my notes.)&lt;br /&gt;1600- Called the clinic. Queue no. 141.&lt;br /&gt;1610- Went up to clinic but missed my queue number!! @$%#@$%#$^@#$!&lt;br /&gt;1630- My turn.&lt;br /&gt;1640- Got out from Doctor's room.&lt;br /&gt;1715- Got my medicine. (Like FINALLY.) Then the nurse asked me to wait for prescription from doctor. As they don't have stock for the medicine doctor prescribed. WTH. Asked me go pharmacy and buy.&lt;br /&gt;1720- I went to Watsons they don't have it. Pharmacist told me that it was out of stock for quite some time. She ordered it again recently and the stock should come next week if it comes. (I was like "WHAT?!")&lt;br /&gt;1730- I went to Guardian. They said stock should come tomorrow. But it is uncertain. I asked for rough estimation of medicine stock arrival, the pharmacist cannot confirm. (So will there be stock or not?!) &lt;br /&gt;1740- Pissed. I called my mum. She asked me to go back to the Clinic and ask Doctor for alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;1745- I went back to the clinic. Nurse offered to help me ask Doctor. She came back irritated saying that the Doctor already gave alternative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Doctor's prescription is Triamcinolone Lacetonide gel/paste (Kenolog/Oramedyete). Apparently, Kenolog is one option and Oramedyete is the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the nurse that the pharmacies do not have Oramedyete. Only Kenolog but out of stock. What am I supposed to do??? Then she asked me to ask the pharmacies to call other branches and transfer stock from other outlets. ARGH! Pissed!!&lt;br /&gt;I paid so much to see the doctor and I can't get my ulcer medicine. Which was the whole point of my visit. Since I didn't have fever, just a huge ucler swelling. And the doctor prescribed antibiotics, pain killers and ulcer gel. I got the antibiotics and pain killers but not the gel. WTH. I felt stupid not asking for anti-inflammation tablets instead of the antibiotics the doctor prescribed. BECAUSE don't all doctors know that antibiotics are bad for immune system? Like seriously. I feel that the doctor didn't give me objective remedy. Fine. I don't study medicine. But previous visits to other doctors educated me that antibiotics are bad brings down immune system. So if can avoid taking, then don't take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1750- I went back to both pharmacies to ask for other outlets if they have stock. Well, they need time to ask ppl to bring stock over. And for me(a sick person) to travel to IMM or Bugis to get medicine is ridiculas. HELLO? I'm sick? You think I'm so free to travel all over Singapore just to get medicine?! That is why I went to clinic so I could get medicine rrrrrrright? HELLO? HELLO??? Argh. So pissed. My mum asked me to get something off the shelf. Whatever they have for ulcers. I bought it. But got scolded from my mum for not checking with the pharmacist if I could take it with the antibiotics the doctor gave me. WTH. (So if you do, please ask and not be as stupid as me.) I'm so not taking the antibiotics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home only at around 1820ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for wasting my 3.5hrs! (Thats sarcasm if you don't get it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-5979363418404886486?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/5979363418404886486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/raffles-medical-is-lousy-clinic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5979363418404886486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5979363418404886486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/05/raffles-medical-is-lousy-clinic.html' title='Raffles Medical is a lousy clinic.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8807074596582328058</id><published>2009-04-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:50:43.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Roses For Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;by James Kisner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red roses were her favorites,&lt;br /&gt;her name was also Rose.&lt;br /&gt;And every year her husband sent them,&lt;br /&gt;tied with pretty bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year he died, &lt;br /&gt;the roses were delivered to her door.&lt;br /&gt;The card said, "Be my Valentine", &lt;br /&gt;like all the years before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year he sent her roses,&lt;br /&gt;and the note would always say,&lt;br /&gt;"I love you even more this year,&lt;br /&gt;than last year on this day.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will always grow,&lt;br /&gt;with every passing year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time&lt;br /&gt;that the roses would appear.&lt;br /&gt;She thought, he ordered roses&lt;br /&gt;in advance before this day.&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know,&lt;br /&gt;that he would pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early,&lt;br /&gt;way before the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy,&lt;br /&gt;everything would work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems,&lt;br /&gt;and placed them in a very special vase.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside the portrait&lt;br /&gt;of his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours,&lt;br /&gt;in her husband's favorite chair.&lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture,&lt;br /&gt;and the roses sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by,&lt;br /&gt;and it was hard to live without her mate.&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude,&lt;br /&gt;that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour, &lt;br /&gt;as on Valentines before,&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang,&lt;br /&gt;and there were roses, &lt;br /&gt;sitting by her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the roses in,&lt;br /&gt;and then just looked at them in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;to call the florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him,&lt;br /&gt;if he would explain,&lt;br /&gt;Why would someone do this to her,&lt;br /&gt;causing her such pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your husband passed away,&lt;br /&gt;more than a year ago,"&lt;br /&gt;The owner said, "I knew you'd call,&lt;br /&gt;and you would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers you received today,&lt;br /&gt;were paid for in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Your husband always planned ahead,&lt;br /&gt;he left nothing to chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a standing order,&lt;br /&gt;that I have on file down here, &lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance,&lt;br /&gt;you'll get them every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing,&lt;br /&gt;that I think you should know, &lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card...&lt;br /&gt;he did this years ago. &lt;br /&gt;Then should ever I find out &lt;br /&gt;that he's no longer here, &lt;br /&gt;That's the card...that should be sent, &lt;br /&gt;to you the following year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone,&lt;br /&gt;her tears now flowing hard.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking,&lt;br /&gt;as she slowly reached to get the card.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence,&lt;br /&gt;this is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a year since I've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;I know it must be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and the pain is very real. &lt;br /&gt;For if it was the other way,&lt;br /&gt;I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say,&lt;br /&gt;you were the perfect wife.&lt;br /&gt;You were my friend and lover,&lt;br /&gt;you fulfilled my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a year,&lt;br /&gt;but please try not to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;even when you shed your tears.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses &lt;br /&gt;will be sent to you for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get these roses, &lt;br /&gt;think of all the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That we had together, &lt;br /&gt;and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you &lt;br /&gt;and I know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on,&lt;br /&gt;you have some living still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...try to find happiness,&lt;br /&gt;while living out your days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy,&lt;br /&gt;but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year,&lt;br /&gt;and they will only stop,&lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered,&lt;br /&gt;when the florist stops to knock.&lt;br /&gt;He will come five times that day,&lt;br /&gt;in case you have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit, &lt;br /&gt;he will know without a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place,&lt;br /&gt;where I've instructed him,&lt;br /&gt;And place the roses where we are,&lt;br /&gt;together once again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8807074596582328058?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-784224236681448040</id><published>2009-04-26T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>God created Man.</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I post that question to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did God creat man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that He can love us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As if my friend knew I thought that answer was inadequate, he elaborated using a metaphor. Nice metaphor.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Loba™:     &lt;br /&gt; it's like u draw a picture, it looks nice &lt;br /&gt; then the wind  blows, it crumbles up&lt;br /&gt; doesnt look that nice&lt;br /&gt; but u still like it&lt;br /&gt; cos YOU drew it&lt;br /&gt; and its yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-784224236681448040?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/784224236681448040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-created-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/784224236681448040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/784224236681448040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-created-man.html' title='God created Man.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7015170151331537665</id><published>2009-04-25T03:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Oh Lord, my Holy God. Ever so perfect, holy, just, faithful, loving and the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. You are consistent. No one can compare to you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7015170151331537665?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7015170151331537665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7015170151331537665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7015170151331537665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1022840541562416625</id><published>2009-04-23T23:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>A Hug</title><content type='html'>is a form of physical intimacy that usually involves closing or holding the arms around another person or group of persons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, hugs are a romantic exchange. Hugs may also be exchanged as a sign of support and comfort. A hug can be a demonstration of affection and emotional warmth, sometimes arising out of joy or happiness at meeting someone(according to wikipedia). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desicomments.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.desicomments.com/dc/11/28595/28595.gif" alt="hugs" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desicomments.com/desi/hugs/"&gt;Hugs&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.desicomments.com/hugs/hugs-to-you/"&gt;Forward this Picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to school from lunch at the Pines Cafe, I saw 2 people hugging at the carpark in nee ann poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked awkward to me.&lt;br /&gt;"That hug looked unnatural. Why do Asians hug so awkwardly?" I commented to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of the guys said, "Yeah la. Because for Asians we are conservative. And if we see a guy hugging a girl, we will think that there is something going on between them. Don't you agree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why sia. If awkward then don't hug ma. If wanna hug must hug properly." I replied, saying something about Asians need more practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he took the chance to ask a hug from me! WTH. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to hug him la. So weird. Not close to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it. Will I be able to hug people to show that I care? Yes. But I can only do it to females. For obvious reasons! Like I may be thinking of compassion while hugging and he might be thinking about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men. Corrupted minds. I don't wanna go where they'd go when they are horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it is because I have a male best friend, I know what men are thinking (sometimes) when they see certain stuff. For example, girl with cleavage. The guys' thoughts: "Ooo.. nice boobs." And then they'd check out the face and overall body. And secretly rate her. Maybe share ratings with the guys if there isn't females around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1022840541562416625?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1022840541562416625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/hug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1022840541562416625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1022840541562416625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/hug.html' title='A Hug'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3410386566296490919</id><published>2009-04-21T23:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:56:06.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food ♥'/><title type='text'>Ben and Jerry's Free Cone Day!</title><content type='html'>DID YOU GO BEN AND JERRY'S TO GET YOUR FREE CONE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the Chocolate Macadamia flavour(:(:&lt;br /&gt;NICEEEEEEEE. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to take a picture of the ice-cream and cone because I was too eager eating it.. Didn't get a picture of it.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3qEUNkTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lZHLx2PO7-0/s1600-h/21-04-09_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3qEUNkTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lZHLx2PO7-0/s400/21-04-09_1756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327171294115155362" /&gt;Ze Wrapper~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a picture of the wrapper instead. Hee. But my phone's camera only 2Mega Pixel. Low quality!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was queuing, I saw this guy sitting on the bench while the girls served the people. I was thinking to myself, "Why ah? Maybe he is the team leader or something?"&lt;br /&gt;BUT! The girls were petite and all wore short shorts. He had the perfect view! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3lhgyXRZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0n3DGY474RE/s1600-h/21-04-09_1744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3lhgyXRZI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0n3DGY474RE/s400/21-04-09_1744.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327166298148783506" /&gt;:D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3lLRL0LYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qUyMbhqTyjE/s1600-h/21-04-09_1832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3lLRL0LYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qUyMbhqTyjE/s400/21-04-09_1832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327165916003446146" /&gt;I had this for dinner! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its from the Shilin Taiwan Street Snack Food Store at The Cathay Basement. For $5.50 you get the chicken rice set meal with tofu + 500ml bottled drink(green tea, ice lemon tea, peach tea, Oolong tea...etc)! Yummmmmmmmy. Good deal. Their XXL chicken cutlet is super famous and bigger. This is the mini-version plus rice and tofu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3410386566296490919?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3410386566296490919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/ben-and-jerrys-free-cone-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3410386566296490919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3410386566296490919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/ben-and-jerrys-free-cone-day.html' title='Ben and Jerry&apos;s Free Cone Day!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Se3qEUNkTaI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lZHLx2PO7-0/s72-c/21-04-09_1756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-546061469734527793</id><published>2009-04-13T11:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Perfect World.</title><content type='html'>During the Miss Universe Pageant (at some point), the judges would always ask what the contestants would want. The expected response is always: "World peace.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SeKwmw23YNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h9bQgDMdQXc/s1600-h/Miss+Universe+2008+Winner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SeKwmw23YNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h9bQgDMdQXc/s400/Miss+Universe+2008+Winner.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324011889501888722" /&gt;Miss Universe 2008 Winner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans have lived on earth for more than two thousand years.&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible. It'd have happened, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-546061469734527793?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/546061469734527793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/546061469734527793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/546061469734527793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-world.html' title='The Perfect World.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SeKwmw23YNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/h9bQgDMdQXc/s72-c/Miss+Universe+2008+Winner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-7530372563564284432</id><published>2009-04-08T07:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:54:06.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs and Quotes'/><title type='text'>Abuserrrrrrr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SdvoDl-lUHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oQg9Yjv3AU8/s1600-h/281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SdvoDl-lUHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oQg9Yjv3AU8/s400/281x211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322102533100228722" /&gt;picture fom mtv.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown is sucha jerk.&lt;br /&gt;He pleads NOT GUILTY to assaulting Rihanna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have strong intuition that his apologies to Rihanna was a desperate attempt to escape the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! I'm not supporting him anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7530372563564284432?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7530372563564284432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/abuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7530372563564284432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7530372563564284432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/abuse.html' title='Abuserrrrrrr.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/SdvoDl-lUHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oQg9Yjv3AU8/s72-c/281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-3738144802303626647</id><published>2009-04-05T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>is something very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really liked someone, but you didn't talk or have any interactions with that person, feelings fade over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of him/her you see/talk/laugh with/share/play, the bond between the two people is weaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its true for all relationships of any kind..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3738144802303626647?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3738144802303626647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3738144802303626647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3738144802303626647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8172534020624887726</id><published>2009-04-02T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>The heart</title><content type='html'>is a delicate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you handing it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are so heartbroken they wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they knew God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you, me and every single human ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many know that God's love is free and nothing is required in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love is unlimited. He is always faithful and unfailing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8172534020624887726?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8172534020624887726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8172534020624887726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8172534020624887726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart.html' title='The heart'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6006029124220317731</id><published>2009-03-31T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:49:06.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>is esteem for or a sense of the worth or excellence of a person, a personal quality or ability, or something considered as a manifestation of a personal quality or ability.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment: respect for a suspect's right to counsel; to show respect for the flag; respect for the elderly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MADE YOU THINK YOU DESERVE RESPECT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL YOU DO IS LET HER SUFFER.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT RESPECT AND YOUR PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;GO KEEP THEM. I'M NOT STAYING ANY LONGER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6006029124220317731?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6006029124220317731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6006029124220317731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6006029124220317731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8079328549594185951</id><published>2009-03-30T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:50:43.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>About Love.</title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, &lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him; &lt;br /&gt;who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, &lt;br /&gt;or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, &lt;br /&gt;who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, &lt;br /&gt;who holds your hand in front of his friends, &lt;br /&gt;who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares &lt;br /&gt;and how lucky he is to have YOU. &lt;br /&gt;The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8079328549594185951?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8079328549594185951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8079328549594185951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8079328549594185951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-love.html' title='About Love.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-6285624482888488418</id><published>2009-03-28T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:50:43.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Encouragement Poem.</title><content type='html'>PERSEVERANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my spirit is willing,&lt;br /&gt;But my flesh is so weak;&lt;br /&gt;God, every day I cry out to you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don’t hear you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been beaten so many times.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I’ve been through;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t overcome this giant.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it’s the only thing I must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought this trial too many times.&lt;br /&gt;I used all the strength in me;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I lost in every battle,&lt;br /&gt;And once again I’m not free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I’m tempted to just call it quits,&lt;br /&gt;And lay here on the ground;&lt;br /&gt;I will let the giant win again.&lt;br /&gt;I have fought too many rounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am now at my lowest,&lt;br /&gt;Tears flow down my cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out to God again,&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus, I am just too weak!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt my body&lt;br /&gt;Being lifted up by my Lord;&lt;br /&gt;He helped me back on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;And said, “Lets do this once more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up to that giant,&lt;br /&gt;And fought as hard as I could;&lt;br /&gt;He used old tactics to make me give up.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he only thought I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was determined to not back down.&lt;br /&gt;I had been here long enough;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the number of times I get hit.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the number of times I get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Kulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is faithful. This poem came so timely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-6285624482888488418?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/6285624482888488418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/encouragement-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6285624482888488418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/6285624482888488418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/encouragement-poem.html' title='Encouragement Poem.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-285212901399292600</id><published>2009-03-28T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Let Him.</title><content type='html'>I won’t ask why I cry today,&lt;br /&gt;It must be the treason.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask why I feel sad today,&lt;br /&gt;It must be the season.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask why I hurt today,&lt;br /&gt;God must have a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-285212901399292600?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/285212901399292600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/285212901399292600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/285212901399292600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-him.html' title='Let Him.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1754569948005356029</id><published>2009-03-28T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Tick tick tick tick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every second passes by, my mind is still blank.&lt;br /&gt;There are many things waiting for me to do but I have no strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my strength but my heart is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;What is important and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;How can one be definite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something of importance to one may not be of another.&lt;br /&gt;Distractions Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are so many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;Do I know or do I not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1754569948005356029?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1754569948005356029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1754569948005356029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1754569948005356029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3191359532563991377</id><published>2009-03-28T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:57:21.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>Christmas Decos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DCPAfWxI/AAAAAAAAANw/j0x5jQHEUBs/s1600-h/23112008702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DCPAfWxI/AAAAAAAAANw/j0x5jQHEUBs/s400/23112008702.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910071917632274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DCXAp7YI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ey9Pzb4uBGU/s1600-h/23112008703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DCXAp7YI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ey9Pzb4uBGU/s400/23112008703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910074065808770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DC9a_pFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wu92Igow-A/s1600-h/23112008704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DC9a_pFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/3wu92Igow-A/s400/23112008704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317910084376831058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know! Christmas is still a looooooong way. But I came across these pictures Loba sent me ages ago. Its really nice(:(: this was at suntec city by the way. ^-^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3191359532563991377?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3191359532563991377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-decos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3191359532563991377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3191359532563991377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/christmas-decos.html' title='Christmas Decos.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Sc0DCPAfWxI/AAAAAAAAANw/j0x5jQHEUBs/s72-c/23112008702.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-2512567306353537429</id><published>2009-03-27T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Good Samaritan.</title><content type='html'>I met one in school yesterday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned my phone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise that it was gone until he gave it back to me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2512567306353537429?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2512567306353537429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-samaritan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2512567306353537429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2512567306353537429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-samaritan.html' title='Good Samaritan.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8408508237335109351</id><published>2009-03-25T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself.</title><content type='html'>Dear Charmaine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the tide is lowest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just about to turn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit over doubts and questions,&lt;br /&gt;For there's something you may learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the night is darkest,&lt;br /&gt;For it's just a while till dawn;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when you've run the furthest,&lt;br /&gt;For the race is almost won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit when the hill is steepest,&lt;br /&gt;For your goal is almost nigh;&lt;br /&gt;Don't quit for you're not a failure,&lt;br /&gt;Until you fail to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8408508237335109351?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8408508237335109351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8408508237335109351'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ScewrCzsKlI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gn3-SHnWphw/s1600-h/mac-sugarsweet-collection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ScewrCzsKlI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gn3-SHnWphw/s400/mac-sugarsweet-collection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412138668698194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Scewq4m6bEI/AAAAAAAAANg/vskaF_I_WMI/s1600-h/mac-sugarsweet-collection-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nVX2KpAGOmo/Scewq4m6bEI/AAAAAAAAANg/vskaF_I_WMI/s400/mac-sugarsweet-collection-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316412135930752066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS YUMMY(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-2570962536646613592?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/2570962536646613592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-cosmetics-sugar-sweet-collection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2570962536646613592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/2570962536646613592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/mac-cosmetics-sugar-sweet-collection.html' title='Mac Cosmetics - Sugar Sweet Collection.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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/_nVX2KpAGOmo/ScewrCzsKlI/AAAAAAAAANo/Gn3-SHnWphw/s72-c/mac-sugarsweet-collection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7940996925064609430.post-1755323233812326913</id><published>2009-03-23T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Heavy Heart.</title><content type='html'>There are so many negative thoughts within me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your faithfulness which never fails.&lt;br /&gt;For you alone are great and supreme in power.&lt;br /&gt;My strong tower, in the quiet and stillness, I know that you are God.&lt;br /&gt;I lift my heart and soul to worship you alone.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, be my desire. My heart belongs to you alone.&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing love, grace and mercy. Thank you Lord for all these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1755323233812326913?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1755323233812326913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavy-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1755323233812326913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1755323233812326913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavy-heart.html' title='Heavy Heart.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7042244201554490714</id><published>2009-03-20T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>So much for being nice.</title><content type='html'>Great. SIM card disabled by my tutee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being angry at her for too long is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, she apologised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7042244201554490714?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7042244201554490714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-being-nice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7042244201554490714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7042244201554490714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-being-nice.html' title='So much for being nice.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8150346904159763709</id><published>2009-03-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:56:49.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Woman's Question</title><content type='html'>Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing &lt;br /&gt;Ever made by the Hand above? &lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart, and a woman's life -- &lt;br /&gt;And a woman's wonderful love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing &lt;br /&gt;As a child might ask for a toy? &lt;br /&gt;Demanding what others have died to win, &lt;br /&gt;With the reckless dash of a boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have written my lesson of duty out; &lt;br /&gt;Manlike, you have questioned me. &lt;br /&gt;Now stand at the bar of my woman's soul &lt;br /&gt;Until I shall question thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require your mutton shall be always hot, &lt;br /&gt;Your socks and shirt be whole; &lt;br /&gt;I require your heart to be true as God's stars &lt;br /&gt;And as pure as His heaven your soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require a cook for your mutton and beef, &lt;br /&gt;I require a far greater thing; &lt;br /&gt;A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts -- &lt;br /&gt;I look for a man and a king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king for the beautiful realm called Home, &lt;br /&gt;And a man that his Maker, God, &lt;br /&gt;Shall look upon as He did on the first&lt;br /&gt;And say: "It is very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fair and young, but the rose will fade&lt;br /&gt;From my soft young cheek one day;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves,&lt;br /&gt;As you did 'mong the blossoms of May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep,&lt;br /&gt;I may launch my all on its tide?&lt;br /&gt;A loving woman finds heaven or hell&lt;br /&gt;On the day she becomes a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require all things that are grand and true,&lt;br /&gt;All things that a man should be;&lt;br /&gt;If you give this all, I will stake my life&lt;br /&gt;To be all you demand of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be this (a laundress and cook&lt;br /&gt;You can hire and little to pay)&lt;br /&gt;But a woman's heart and a woman's life&lt;br /&gt;Are not to be won that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written by Lena Lathrop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed reading this poem(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8150346904159763709?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8150346904159763709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/womans-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8150346904159763709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8150346904159763709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/womans-question.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Question'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7376169077044632009</id><published>2009-03-17T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Humans.</title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the story that everyone is looking for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7376169077044632009?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7376169077044632009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/humans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7376169077044632009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7376169077044632009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/humans.html' title='Humans.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-3389794115639200400</id><published>2009-03-17T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Do you know what is scarier than being alone?</title><content type='html'>Being with the wrong guy/girl for the rest of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-3389794115639200400?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/3389794115639200400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-what-is-scarier-than-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3389794115639200400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/3389794115639200400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-know-what-is-scarier-than-being.html' title='Do you know what is scarier than being alone?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1842657812147175506</id><published>2009-03-13T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:57:21.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greetings and Occasions'/><title type='text'>Friday the Thirteen.</title><content type='html'>Are you hiding at home like I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1842657812147175506?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1842657812147175506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1842657812147175506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1842657812147175506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-thirteen.html' title='Friday the Thirteen.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-9174293069617456307</id><published>2009-03-12T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:55:51.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Emotions.</title><content type='html'>I shocked myself.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking logic and not emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devoid of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-9174293069617456307?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/9174293069617456307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9174293069617456307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/9174293069617456307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotions.html' title='Emotions.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-5321152078458956745</id><published>2009-03-12T02:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:59:38.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz(s)'/><title type='text'>What is your true fear?</title><content type='html'>You can try this quiz to find out yours!&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My results&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Disappointment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 82%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a fun-loving, energetic, and cheerful person. You love adrenaline rushes, and going out at night. You constantly have to be having a great time to feel completely happy. Your biggest fear is not having anything to do, or having a huge disappointment/let down in your life. You hate being sad, and if something in your life suddenly went wrong it would be extremely hard for you to deal with. Just remember that everyone has to deal with hard times. Stay strong, and pretty soon your fun, party life will get right back the way it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 66%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 58%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 23%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 11%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear death!(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-5321152078458956745?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/5321152078458956745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-true-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5321152078458956745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/5321152078458956745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-your-true-fear.html' title='What is your true fear?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7512681171933020250</id><published>2009-03-08T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:58:35.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Disparity.</title><content type='html'>There is great disparity in terms of wealth in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saddened and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people work so hard just to survive..&lt;br /&gt;Yet others do not have to lift a finger and get what they want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7512681171933020250?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7512681171933020250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/disparity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7512681171933020250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7512681171933020250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/disparity.html' title='Disparity.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1467333126970058378</id><published>2009-03-05T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:09:45.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnia sol temperat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ama me fideliter! &lt;br /&gt;fidem meam nota; &lt;br /&gt;de corde totaliter &lt;br /&gt;et ex mente tota &lt;br /&gt;sum praesentialiter &lt;br /&gt;absens in remota. &lt;br /&gt;Quisquis amat taliter, &lt;br /&gt;volvitur in rota. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me faithfully! Mark my loyalty; completely, &lt;br /&gt;in my heart and in my whole mind I am with you &lt;br /&gt;though absent in a far place. Whoever loves in &lt;br /&gt;this way is turned on the wheel of torture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Carmina Burana, Cantiousos Profanae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last stanza of a love song.&lt;br /&gt;I copied it in one of my books. Enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1467333126970058378?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1467333126970058378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/omnia-sol-temperat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1467333126970058378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1467333126970058378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/omnia-sol-temperat.html' title='Omnia sol temperat'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-7098348711987690196</id><published>2009-03-04T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:58:35.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Gracie's Choice.</title><content type='html'>Wow. This movie is based on a real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug addict mother. She's never sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother has like 5 children - all from different fathers.&lt;br /&gt;The kids do not know who their father is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie is the oldest child. She decided to send her mum to jail coz` the life she's living was like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother did drugs and alcohol - steals welfare money to supply her addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed up. But she (Gracie) managed to pull through!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for keeping her strong throughout her difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can handle this mess. Her grades were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I have such a comfortable life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for a family that is stable in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my responsible parents.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for a comforable home so that I don't have to run from places to places.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the fixed income that I have for pocketmoney.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the food I get to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the comfortable bed I sleep on each day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the education I am receiving.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me and die on the cross for all my sins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-7098348711987690196?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/7098348711987690196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/gracies-choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7098348711987690196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/7098348711987690196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/gracies-choice.html' title='Gracie&apos;s Choice.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-360605290374007320</id><published>2009-03-04T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:58:59.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About God'/><title type='text'>The Love of God.</title><content type='html'>Ephesians Chapter 3 Verses 17-19. King James Version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's love cannot be explained - it can only be experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-taken from Our Daily Bread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-360605290374007320?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/360605290374007320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/360605290374007320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/360605290374007320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-of-god.html' title='The Love of God.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4247943382640125672</id><published>2009-02-28T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:01:27.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see couples glued to each other in public. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they have their hands all over each other.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, they are kissing so passionately that makes passers-by feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Display of Affections. &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/2005/answers/a0001292.cfm"&gt;How far is too far?&lt;/a&gt; This website discussed this topic. Good to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, that article "How far is too far?" is telling us that when we set boundaries, we are obsessed with whether we crossed it. But rather than coming up with a list of dos and don'ts, we should keep in mind this question: What builds up, honors and promote Christianity growth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the non-Christians out there, I think it is also the same(maybe except for the promote growth part). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we love that special someone, we would do what is best for him/her. Honoring him/her could mean giving due respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite line of that article: "I wish I could just say use common sense, but one reader recently sent us a note saying that although he and his girlfriend do not have sex, they enjoy cuddling nude with one another, so apparently common sense is not enough."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4247943382640125672?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4247943382640125672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimate-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4247943382640125672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4247943382640125672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultimate-question.html' title='The Ultimate Question.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-4514027374132668033</id><published>2009-02-25T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:01:27.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Looking good!</title><content type='html'>Why do women dress up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should women dress attractive and put on make up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that she feels that it is unecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bible actually has 2 references as to how a lady should dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 Peter 3:3 : &lt;em&gt;"Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 1 Timothy 2:9-10: &lt;em&gt;"I also want women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety, not with braided hair or gold or pearls or expensive clothes, 10but with good deeds, appropriate for women who profess to worship God." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I agree to the scriptures above, I think that in society today men or women, we have to dress appropriately for different occasions. It is like a form of respect to yourself and to the people out there. We don't have to dress in Chanel or Gucci but at least make yourself presentable and pleasant looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-4514027374132668033?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/4514027374132668033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4514027374132668033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/4514027374132668033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-good.html' title='Looking good!'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-864436684926725912</id><published>2009-02-24T01:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:01:27.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reflections'/><title type='text'>Self deception.</title><content type='html'>My pastor said that when you do not practise what you already know what is right, that is self deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self-deception is the worst.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says in Revelations 3:20,&lt;br /&gt;" Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, God is patiently waiting for us to open our doors to Him. He will not force open the door if you don't want to see Him. He is gentle and not violent. You have to invite Him into your heart willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you open your heart to let Him in, and want to make contact with God; God will draw even closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now, is your door opened?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-864436684926725912?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/864436684926725912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-deception.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/864436684926725912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/864436684926725912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/self-deception.html' title='Self deception.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-8226110099869192860</id><published>2009-02-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:04:31.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object(s) of My Affection'/><title type='text'>Salsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1EeDmOVZ-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m1EeDmOVZ-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT STUFF! I LIKE(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-8226110099869192860?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/8226110099869192860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8226110099869192860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/8226110099869192860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/salsa.html' title='Salsa.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1679066723672466583</id><published>2009-02-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:02:36.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs and Quotes'/><title type='text'>Regret is an illusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It depends on what might have been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1679066723672466583?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1679066723672466583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret-is-illusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1679066723672466583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1679066723672466583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/regret-is-illusion.html' title='Regret is an illusion.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</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-7940996925064609430.post-1103482021662866706</id><published>2009-02-20T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:02:36.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebs and Quotes'/><title type='text'>Silence.</title><content type='html'>One can only appreciate tranquillity when noise becomes unbearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7940996925064609430-1103482021662866706?l=notamannequin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/feeds/1103482021662866706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1103482021662866706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7940996925064609430/posts/default/1103482021662866706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notamannequin.blogspot.com/2009/02/silence.html' title='Silence.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17616809493456549134</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
