<?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-23451646</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:18:39.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancewithme!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23451646.post-569717746789176304</id><published>2007-11-11T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:20:05.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will blogging help to improve your writing? Just a random thought =)&lt;br /&gt;CLAR AND MAZIAH HAVE FLOWN OFF TO GREECE AND TURKEY. I miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;Its such a sad thing to be stuck in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Clar, you HAVE to fulfill your mission and relieve me of some of my sadness =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-569717746789176304?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/569717746789176304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=569717746789176304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/569717746789176304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/569717746789176304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/11/will-blogging-help-to-improve-your.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-4408539240677609852</id><published>2007-10-31T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:15:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RygxK5o9LKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3M9Zv78vUQ8/s1600-h/children_joy_iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127402239102364834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RygxK5o9LKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3M9Zv78vUQ8/s320/children_joy_iii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why is it that we find it in ourselves to care and hope for someone else. Why do we even bother when the other person might not even appreciate the thought and the effort or worse, brush your concerns aside and view you as being a busybody. Won't it be so much easier for ourselves, to be spared the disappointments and heartaches, if we just got on with our lives and see the people around us as mere friends who we won't keep in touch in the future? Yet the concern and the want to show how much you care is so strong that we go ahead with trying to shower love onto our friend and end up facing hurt and sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We refuse to allow the fear of being pushed aside or misunderstood hinder us from saying how we feel and acting in love and friendship towards each other. Very often, our actions are misread to be those of a self-centered nature, only being displayed so that we will stand to gain. Why can't people just allow themselves to believe trustingly that there are those around them who sincerely care for them, instead of barricading themselves, and reciprocate the concern as well? Is that too big a request to ask for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A thought a was just playing with on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Badminton team lunches always make me feel happy =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-4408539240677609852?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/4408539240677609852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=4408539240677609852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4408539240677609852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4408539240677609852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-is-it-that-we-find-it-in-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RygxK5o9LKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3M9Zv78vUQ8/s72-c/children_joy_iii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23451646.post-2672489689752565935</id><published>2007-10-06T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:15:51.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEITJDqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BamXaavSLEo/s1600-h/channing_tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088159779425954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEITJDqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BamXaavSLEo/s320/channing_tatum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEITJDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a-TSPZaH86w/s1600-h/Chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088159779425970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEITJDrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a-TSPZaH86w/s320/Chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEYTJDsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/awNTSAoEcZ4/s1600-h/normal_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088164074393282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEYTJDsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/awNTSAoEcZ4/s320/normal_009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEYTJDtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ptIujhOTbTY/s1600-h/normal_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118088164074393298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEYTJDtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ptIujhOTbTY/s320/normal_011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My hottest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please don't frown. I miss you too Mr Tatum! I will fly over to see you soon, my prince =) Kisskiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&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/23451646-2672489689752565935?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/2672489689752565935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=2672489689752565935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/2672489689752565935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/2672489689752565935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-hottest.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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/_ZyDcUnOYNeA/RwcaEITJDqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BamXaavSLEo/s72-c/channing_tatum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23451646.post-5870610871538709592</id><published>2007-08-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:33:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;children make me smile =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-5870610871538709592?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/5870610871538709592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=5870610871538709592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5870610871538709592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5870610871538709592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/08/children-make-me-smile-d.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-4978986855090914647</id><published>2007-07-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:24:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love acting like a kid, though that DOES NOT reflect my immaturity. thank you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching disney and crappy shows- i watched &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blue's Clues&lt;/span&gt; while having lunch yesterday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Twirling and jumping around when walking down the street on the way to Bedok Interchange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Swinging hands like a little child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grining madly just to get what you want, and if that doesn't work, a pout might do the trick! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reading Nacy Drew books about the &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;peanut butter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jelly &lt;/span&gt;bread mystery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yozzing, i'll be a kid with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-4978986855090914647?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/4978986855090914647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=4978986855090914647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4978986855090914647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4978986855090914647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-acting-like-kid-though-that-does.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-3349544991488743075</id><published>2007-06-30T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:13:39.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the pain gets to you, find a good friend to whine to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That was exactly what i did when i called brobro and hazel to moan and groan and whine to! haha! Unlike my dear sis who ignored me [haha!] brobro and hazy ended up whining TOGETHER with me! *grins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I spent the entire morning and afternoon at home, can't believe it. BUT, i went out with clar and hazy to cut hair, which was a hilarious experience, and to the LIBRARY!! I can't wait to read my books, though they are so extremely bimbotic and bitchy! gosh. who cares, i'm a girly girl =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-3349544991488743075?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/3349544991488743075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=3349544991488743075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3349544991488743075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3349544991488743075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-pain-gets-to-you-find-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-7790093683689915432</id><published>2007-06-29T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:16:40.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prayers work wonders =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clar, Mazmo and I sat at Macs to eat branch. played with half a pancake and smeared SWEET CORN MARGERINE and maple syrup onto that poor terrorised pancake. I was the lousiest spreader or us three but it alright! i was sitting at a weird angle and who wants to the title of being the best spreader anyway! =D That mixture or margerine and maple syrup ended up looking like kaya. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Played with ideas of going back to CEDAR!!!!! but didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Going to the library. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruled shopping out cos' we were tired. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Decided to take pictures and make a SCRAPBOOK! *brilliant idea by yours truly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we went to hunt for supplies =) walked all the way from macs to the interchange without coming across any! THEN, we decided that we were tired so we comtemplated to GO HOME!! and then striked that off cos' it was too sad! like gosh man. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THUS, WE DECIDED TO GO TO PARKWAY STARBUCKS TO SIT AND STARE AS THE WORLD GO BY. and we did just that! it was lovely. talked so much, about themost random stuff like the japanese laughing show and everything else that we talked about and made so so many confessions [mazimo!] and met so many people, not really but still met wenbinbin and group! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started to feel not so good so we went home around 4 plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clar was like a mummy on the way home can! keep pn wanting to treat me NOT out of the goodness of her heart. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clar chey chey! No matter how strange you are or get, you'll always be my brobro =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-7790093683689915432?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/7790093683689915432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=7790093683689915432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/7790093683689915432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/7790093683689915432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/prayers-work-wonders-clar-mazmo-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-4664007104963157898</id><published>2007-06-24T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:06:11.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Figuring out what the Pride &amp; Prejudice accompanying material is rambling about is hard work! But the satisfaction you get you finally make some sense of it is WOW haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The horrors will commence TOMORROW! Let's celebrate!! Gosh, the stress is getting to my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, I just adore going to church and seeing my pretty smiley friends SHI, FANG, SAM, GRACIA etc etc! haha! and the most important thing, GOD!! yes yes! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Trust in him and when you've already done your best, everything is in his hands ^-^ Love the comfort and affirmation he provides, really calms my soul. lalalas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-4664007104963157898?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/4664007104963157898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=4664007104963157898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4664007104963157898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4664007104963157898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/figuring-out-what-pride-prejudice.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-3140231119727949202</id><published>2007-06-22T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:50:18.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love being airy fairy princessy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-3140231119727949202?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/3140231119727949202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=3140231119727949202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3140231119727949202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3140231119727949202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-being-airy-fairy-princessy.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-3914961877749932456</id><published>2007-06-13T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:01:59.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;EMAILS ARE SCREWED. i need some chocolates to calm down. Gosh i sound like a crazy person ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-3914961877749932456?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/3914961877749932456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=3914961877749932456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3914961877749932456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/3914961877749932456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/emails-are-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-5492695975101921615</id><published>2007-06-13T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T10:28:25.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JESUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND IF ITS QUITE ALRIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I NEED YOU JESUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I NEED YOU DAY AND NIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JESUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TRUST IN ME WHEN I SAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"WO AI NI!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i seriously think i'm super fortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i have a great family, the downs though more than the ups help me appreciate them more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i have perfectly sweeeeeett friends!! they are my angels i tell you. so sweet until get diabeties! and their random smses just make me grin stupidly at my phone! AND their " I LOVE YOU! &lt;3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sf retreat was a reflective period of time for me, of what my priorities were in this life. Its time to redirect my focus and learn to be God-dependent instead of self-dependent. I like SF retreats so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a whale of  a time with my sis last night! Playing monopoly and taking TONS of photos, over twenty. GOSH. i never knew my silly sis would be so crazy with me, first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KB!!! i want my box of chocolates! WRAPPED AND RIBBONED =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-5492695975101921615?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/5492695975101921615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=5492695975101921615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5492695975101921615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5492695975101921615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-jesus-and-if-its-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-6163442606120173812</id><published>2007-05-29T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:41:06.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reaching for the one and only&lt;br /&gt;without God's strength and his comfort, i would not have lasted till now&lt;br /&gt;It's getting mean and ugly and fear grips me every night&lt;br /&gt;i don't stop praying&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God knows what will come out in the end and that my life is in his hands&lt;br /&gt;angels will watch over me and guard me&lt;br /&gt;he is the only one who will last for eternity&lt;br /&gt;the only one whose promises count&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken inside&lt;br /&gt;it hurts i can't breathe properly&lt;br /&gt;its like a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;but i hold the your words and pray everything will be alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-6163442606120173812?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/6163442606120173812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=6163442606120173812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/6163442606120173812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/6163442606120173812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/05/reaching-for-one-and-only-without-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-5755819366262246609</id><published>2007-05-20T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:37:50.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;isadora! our talk over the phone last night WAS a longing come true! not a dream =p FINALLY called you at the espense of my work &gt;&lt; haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my list:&lt;br /&gt;humourous&lt;br /&gt;spontanous&lt;br /&gt;mysterious&lt;br /&gt;SWEET&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and since no one can be the first 4, i'll stop there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MERRY MY, i think i'm in nuts and going to go high on sugar!&lt;br /&gt;woffled down 3 ice cream!! BEAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-5755819366262246609?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/5755819366262246609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=5755819366262246609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5755819366262246609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5755819366262246609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/05/isadora-our-talk-over-phone-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-8201575207878307731</id><published>2007-04-28T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:11:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'M IN A SOOO BIMBOTIC NOW *flings arms wildly* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ANYWAY, i don't wish to study &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i simply refused so &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;back off darling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;don't force me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;instead, i so want to swing by my girlfriend's apartment to drink &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;milk tea&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;tournament starting next thursday: tjc vs njc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don't fear sweeties! we've been training hard so let's not let our hard work go down the dirty smelly drain, yeap, that's not a place for us hot babes and dudes man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;JIA YOU! we can do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;nothing is impossible as long as our mind is strong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;love you guys and girls! ^^ *blows a kiss and flings arms wildly AGAIN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;back to complaining about studies. GOSH, why do they pile up homework and still expect us to do well in tests! or maybe they don't. BUT, i have a lack of time, considering the fact that i spend my entire morning SLEEPING cos' i don't get enough during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I don't care! i will really drink milk tea today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, i'm done with my whining. back to the books! shoots =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;notice how i want to drink milk tea? LAUGHS! i don't know why either =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-8201575207878307731?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/8201575207878307731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=8201575207878307731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/8201575207878307731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/8201575207878307731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-sooo-bimbotic-now-flings-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-558910054065238800</id><published>2007-04-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:33:28.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;-N&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;total rampage of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;esplanade + honeydew dipped chocolate + daydreaming = perfect waste of time, but who cares!&lt;/span&gt; if you have the time to spare that is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;its just headaches from trying to be studious, and loads of panic attacks from not succeeding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, and emotional unstability from not being able to bask in the music of the night!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE HORROR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;great, i feel a panic attack coming on all over again. ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-558910054065238800?l=sherrie-dien.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-23451646.post-361802698413812932</id><published>2007-04-10T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T18:14:48.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;training yesterday was not good, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;it's getting really stressful and pressurising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BUT, when all else fails, there's always chocolates =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;nah, there's always God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"i have my faith."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;spilled it out with sis and bro, i felt so much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i'm sorry bro bro! i'll tell you right away next time k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i really felt horrid and didn't feel like talking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;really thank God for my beloved family and squirrel and my coach =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With God, there's always hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-361802698413812932?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/361802698413812932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=361802698413812932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/361802698413812932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/361802698413812932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/04/training-yesterday-was-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-8637509522603186700</id><published>2007-04-07T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:33:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I KNOW WHY PEOPLE LIKE TO GO TO THE BEACH!!&lt;br /&gt;because you'll get the feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's like the wind, you can't see it, but you feel it&lt;br /&gt;"what do you feel?"&lt;br /&gt;Joy, wonder and LOVE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what do you know about love? since you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"i'm not allowed to date."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i have my faith, but don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that love exists everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;even places where tears run the dusty path of a child's cheeks&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;without suffering, there'll be no compassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you retort&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;,"TELL THAT TO THOSE WHO SUFFER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gosh, you're one big jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but i'll wait for a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;You're upset, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;" she never got her miracle.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"but she did, it was you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You're my angel.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-8637509522603186700?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/8637509522603186700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=8637509522603186700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/8637509522603186700'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why is it always maths. plus econs now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soon, geog will join the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tired tired tired =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;cakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;might help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know i'm not making sense, they're just random thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Great, I feel emotional now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gosh, sounds like i need serious help. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-5124106747440209094?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/5124106747440209094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=5124106747440209094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5124106747440209094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/5124106747440209094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-man-why-is-it-always-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-2837930234986705241</id><published>2007-03-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:42:21.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have a sudden urge to blog now cos' i've been doing maths = depleting brain cells = me being very tired cos' i'm so not a maths person!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i seriously want to like you but someone else also does too. BOO =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;would i regret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;if i never tried to touch your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and look you in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;but how would i dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;my pen ink would run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;to tell you how i feel tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a phone call's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;maybe 2 or 3 might satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i look for your smile in the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;from up above i search below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heartbeat increases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;willingly i pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wo xi huan ni! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-2837930234986705241?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/2837930234986705241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=2837930234986705241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/2837930234986705241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/2837930234986705241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-i-have-sudden-urge-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-4060305066417891115</id><published>2007-03-01T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:22:22.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i like partner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We went to her house to eat INSTANT NOODLES WITH AN &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EGG&lt;/span&gt; for lunch - where the yolk spilled out like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LARVA&lt;/span&gt;!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and made really funny and loud noises and had a good laugh about it!! *BEAMS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We took LOADS OF PICTURES with the entire animal family and rolled all over her &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WATERBED&lt;/span&gt;! when i first leaned on it, i shrieked cos' it was so soft! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;love it! i feel so young again, playing with sweet li'l things, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;PIKA&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PATRICK&lt;/span&gt; ARE A COUPLE MAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Partner and i made her bed and acted as maids for the first time today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today was extremely memorable and fun! First time i've been to partners house =) GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I will really miss you dear! Everytime i'm with you guys, i feel so good about myself, so comfortable. =( &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-4060305066417891115?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/4060305066417891115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=4060305066417891115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4060305066417891115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4060305066417891115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-like-partner-we-went-to-her-house-to.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-4979635547515249970</id><published>2007-02-17T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:40:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;AJBT!AJBT!AJBT!AJBT!AJBT!AJBT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Shoots man, i'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;and its not very good. we'll have to break up soon and anybody with a logical mind and a working heart would know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbyes are never sweet!&lt;/span&gt; =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yesterday, as i thought about how i would have to go to another jc for training on wednesday instead of aj, i felt so lousy! Being in ajbt for 1 month or so has made me love the team so much. I feel attached to it and now its going to be torn away.. With all its adorable members and friendly atmosphere, and even two always shouting coaches, its hard not to like them. I look forward to training man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jiexin, XINXIN!!&lt;/span&gt; You must remember my jetplane song and remember me, alright. Afterall, we share the same 7 King Kongs! Heh. Nanny Macphee, your presence makes me smile alright. Seriously, you're a joy to be with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maye, HOT GIRL^^&lt;/span&gt; You are the hottest can, li'l chilli padi =) Short but cute, you have so much charisma! And one day, we have to go kbox together can, I haven't been there before. Haha. Nuan Nuan! I'm going to miss you too =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Julia, PIGGY!!&lt;/span&gt; =(((((( Darn upsetting. I am going to miss you dear, but, i will keep in touch with you, to complain and whine =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AJBT! you guys are the best. And i won't forget you hot dudes and pretty babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-4979635547515249970?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/4979635547515249970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=4979635547515249970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4979635547515249970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/4979635547515249970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/02/ajbtajbtajbtajbtajbtajbt-shoots-man-im.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-362046723755896946</id><published>2007-02-13T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T10:38:51.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Isadora, Rach, Chris, Sab, Wenn', Audrie, Yvonne, Stacey, Deb and the whole team to be precise, I will miss you guys so much. ACSI is so far can. Now i cannot go and support you guys anymore. Boo. Scold the council! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;All the best for you O'levels dears, with faith and hard work, i'll see you sweeties soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And i STILL long for the love in Cedar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am so going to treasure the next few training sessions with AJbt man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-362046723755896946?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/362046723755896946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=362046723755896946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/362046723755896946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/362046723755896946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/02/isadora-rach-chris-sab-wenn-audrie.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-117042760910888362</id><published>2007-02-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T22:46:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When the going gets tough, the tough gets going! Quoting my dear ole' sis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Ah!" Quoting my dearest bro who quoted the old lady in Titanic *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I love quotes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Cross-country was funny! Credit goes to our one and only Jezebel ah ma! Dear old ah ma is so hilarious! We all decided to take our time and so i was happily walking right at the very back when the gun banged! So funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The route in Bishan Park [first time in a park!] felt much much shorter than our normal reservior route, the one with that long stretch of never-ending road. Gosh, that kills. Thus, i managed to survive though i was still coughing, had a coughing fit after that though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I miss cheering Puma cheers but i'll feel horrid if i do since i'm supposed to be in Panther. Boo! Ah ma was trying to console me, to no avil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6 more days to... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12 more days to... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;34 more days to... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-117042760910888362?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/117042760910888362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=117042760910888362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/117042760910888362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/117042760910888362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-going-gets-tough-tough-gets-going.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-116928274197264260</id><published>2007-01-20T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:59:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I seriously miss the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that i felt in Cedar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now, you're not allowed to display acts of intimacy in school! Boo. But we still do. What are friends for if not for the hugs that touch your heart and make you want to cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway, I was feeling so lonely yesterday that i was tearing during assembly. And when wenn' and snowbunny came up, i wanted to cry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And being moody in school feels wrong cause people might mistake you for a bad-tempered, pampered anti-social brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This is the first time i've felt so insignificant before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh man, what will i do when feb and march comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't do it alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it feels too draining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but there doesn't seem to be anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to encourage me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When the sun sets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;he says "Goodbye, be careful its dark."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And then he sends our stars &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They wave and twinkle "We're here to keep your life bright."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone loves everyone else But i don't want to be everyone only. What about me being everyonelse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Could i swap with you if only for a day? Alright, we'll compromise, one hour? But that hour has to be a break. Still not okie? Then what about one minute, surely its not too difficult right. Yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If only this could be true. I once thought that as long as others are happy, I would be happy too but i am only human. A girl, which makes it more complicated in fact. A selfish girl. What the. I don't want to feel depressed but i just feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh man, my stomach is giving problems as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-116928274197264260?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/116928274197264260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=116928274197264260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/116928274197264260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/116928274197264260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-seriously-miss-love-that-i-felt-in.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-116911765527137448</id><published>2007-01-18T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:57:01.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;VIOLA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm back my dears! thanks for keeping my tagboard barely alive, note the scarsm =) Well, I've decided to come back to REVIVE my long gone blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;07. Anderson Junior College. I like my OG very much, every one is special, darn charismatic can. I miss hanging out together now that we have our classes =( Boo. What can i say, the people are relatively socialble and friendly. The canteen food is passable, considering that i only eat nuggets and wan ton mee! The lecture halls are cold. Some toilets are good, having full length mirrors, a must for a girl, at least for me! Grins. I'm just getting to know my classmates, 18 of them. BADMINTON is good. Tiring and late, but, good. Piggy is the best! What else.. results are coming out in 2 weeks time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Have i told anyone that i like lavender? Laughs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. The work load is getting heavier and trainings are so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sis and Bro, please treat me to Ben and Jerry's *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-116911765527137448?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/116911765527137448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=116911765527137448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/116911765527137448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/116911765527137448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2007/01/viola-im-back-my-dears-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115901929609745996</id><published>2006-09-23T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:48:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3 and a 1/2 hours&lt;/span&gt; walking at orchard cum somerset and i get,  &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A LITTLE BABY BLISTER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun! cos' she had &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY NO BALANCE&lt;/span&gt;, i kept talking about migrating, we kept making each other laugh, and the best part! we managed to entertain ourselves for more then the initially planned 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, dearie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115901929609745996?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115901929609745996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115901929609745996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115901929609745996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115901929609745996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/09/3-and-12-hours-walking-at-orchard-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115881985691704290</id><published>2006-09-21T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:24:16.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Melissa Etheridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since they told her about it&lt;br /&gt;The darkness her body possessed&lt;br /&gt;And the scars are still there in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that she gets herself dressed&lt;br /&gt;Though the pain is miles and miles behind her&lt;br /&gt;And the fear is now a docile beast&lt;br /&gt;If you ask her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why she is still running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She'll tell you it makes her complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I run for hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I run to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I run for the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all that is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I run for your mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I run for you and me my friend: I run for life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blur since they told me about it&lt;br /&gt;How the darkness had taken its toll&lt;br /&gt;And they cut into my skin and they cut into my body&lt;br /&gt;But they will never get a piece of my soul&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm still learning the lesson&lt;br /&gt;To awake when I hear the call&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me why I am still running&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you I run for us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]x3&lt;br /&gt;And someday if they tell you about it&lt;br /&gt;If the darkness knocks on your door&lt;br /&gt;Remember her remember me&lt;br /&gt;We will be running as we have before&lt;br /&gt;Running for answers&lt;br /&gt;Running for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus second time after 3rd verse:&lt;br /&gt;I run for hope&lt;br /&gt;I run to feel&lt;br /&gt;I run for the truth&lt;br /&gt;For all that is real&lt;br /&gt;I run for your mother&lt;br /&gt;your sister&lt;br /&gt;your daughter&lt;br /&gt;your wife&lt;br /&gt;for you and me my friend: I run for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Watching Oprah Winfrey's show, looking at Kyle Maynard &amp; Jim Maclaren &amp;amp; Emmanual's courage to bring themself past their trials inspired me so much to make no excuses and to run for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115881985691704290?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115881985691704290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115881985691704290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115881985691704290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115881985691704290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/09/melissa-etheridge-its-been-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115875434031089437</id><published>2006-09-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:14:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dedicated to Clar so she will have something to look forward to when she comes online:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CLAR!!! I have a bad feeling about the prelims as well. Oh well, what can we do. Anyway, I watched and liked &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Devil wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why but I felt connected to the movie. Weird. And it was the first time I watched a movie without actually talking much. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;See you on friday dearie =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115875434031089437?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115875434031089437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115875434031089437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115875434031089437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115875434031089437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/09/dedicated-to-clar-so-she-will-have.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115866562081173045</id><published>2006-09-19T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:33:40.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Maybe it's because autumn only lasts for two weeks, that's why people love autumn so much. It's full of joy and laughter and everyone seems happy and gay. Even the trees, though their leaves turn yellow and fall, seem pretty glad to be the shedding their leaves for our sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My delightful, self-sacrificial trees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Its time to sing a rainbow song! Cause i've decided that no matter what colours get spilled into my life picture, they only cease to make the picture a little more colourful and meaningful, even grey or black. Dearies, you guys as well okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can sing a BEA-U-TI-FUL rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sing a rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sing a rainbow too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Opps! Don't really know the words so made some up *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tata for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115866562081173045?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115866562081173045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115866562081173045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115866562081173045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115866562081173045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-its-because-autumn-only-lasts.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115776013156913352</id><published>2006-09-09T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:03:08.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JESUS, TAKE THE WHEEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Carrie Underwood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat Fifty miles to go and she was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;RUNNING LOW ON FAITH AND GASOLINE &lt;/span&gt;It been a long hard year She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention She was going way to fast Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass She saw both their lives flash before her eyes She didn't even have time to cry She was sooo scared She threw her hands up in the air Jesus take the wheel Take it from my hands Cause &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I CAN'T DO THIS ALL ON MY OWN I'M LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt; So give me one more chance To save me from this road I'm on Jesus take the wheel It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder And the car came to a stop She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock And for the first time in a long time She &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;BOWED HER HEAD TO PRAY&lt;/span&gt; She said I'm sorry for the way I've been living my life I know I've got to change So from now on tonight Jesus take the wheel Take it from my hands Cause I can't do this all my own I'm letting go So give me one more chance To save me from this road I'm on Oh, Jesus take the wheel Oh, I'm letting go So give me one more chance Save me from this road I'm on From this road I'm on Jesus take the wheel Oh, take it, take it from me Oh, why, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the blue words pretty much sums up my life now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115776013156913352?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115776013156913352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115776013156913352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115776013156913352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115776013156913352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/09/jesus-take-wheelcarrie-underwoodshe.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115597966927094624</id><published>2006-08-19T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:31:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;When there was no one else but you, I grin and feel joyful inside. Maybe it's because no one else understands me like you do. Your silent understanding sees right through my soul and my eyes hide nothing before you. I'm empty when you approach and I'm thankful for that. Alas, i go insane with frustration at my incompetence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Promise, that you will always stand beside me, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You lovely angel in the mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115597966927094624?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115597966927094624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115597966927094624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115597966927094624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115597966927094624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-there-was-no-one-else-but-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115590678691898165</id><published>2006-08-18T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:13:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;thank you so much! *big smiles &amp;amp; hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115590678691898165?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115590678691898165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115590678691898165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115590678691898165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115590678691898165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-so-much-big-smiles-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115495327833871342</id><published>2006-08-07T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:22:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;All i can do is thanks God with every single corner of my heart for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;7th Aug 2006, Zena came back to Cedar to visit! I was so excited that i hurried around the school looking for her the minute lesson ended. But that silly girl made me search for her in vain! haha. It was AWESOME, just seeing her again made me think of the good old times when we would have so much fun talking to each other. Plus, i feel that our friendship has grown just a little stronger as well. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. How very true and appropriate!&lt;br /&gt;I missed her so much so that i was reluctant to send her off back home. nana, i want to let you know that i will always be here whenever you need a listening ear, okie?&lt;br /&gt;And you'll always be kept in my prayers, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I also want to thank God for putting in my life such special friends around me. You know who you are. I feel entirely grateful for you dears who bring so much meaning and joy into my life. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Really pray for the release of Chinese O'level results as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115495327833871342?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115495327833871342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115495327833871342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115495327833871342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115495327833871342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-i-can-do-is-thanks-god-with-every.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115460342521618030</id><published>2006-08-03T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T19:10:25.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've been thinking. Why am i so worried about my studies, not doing well, scaring myself out of my own wits? People say its natural, normal. I think not. Especially since I call myself a christian. God cares for the sparrows and clothes the grass of the field, how much more will he take care of me! This thought never fails to bring peace and comfort to me. How I can entrust him with me entire life, every single detail of little me, and know he will not grow tired of taking care of me. Do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough worries of its own. Somehow, when I think of this, I am filled with renewed hope and love for the future. A future on earth and eternity with God in heaven. I can't wait. I won't depend on my own strength any longer. My human self is far too weak and I'll just drain myself dry. Only by drawing strength from God will I be able to acheive what God plans for me. He lives in my heart. In a room full of love, lots of hearts and stars, my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Everything I go through, good or bad, bad or worse, I entrust them to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hugs to Youying and Ian for being there for me, being so tolerant of my ranting and cheering me up to no ends by being so sweet! I really thank God for you darlings! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115460342521618030?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115460342521618030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115460342521618030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115460342521618030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115460342521618030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115443482428957137</id><published>2006-08-01T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:20:24.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i feel so drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;its getting to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i want to just sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;but i can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115443482428957137?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115443482428957137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115443482428957137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115443482428957137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115443482428957137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-so-drained-its-getting-to-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115399880322840360</id><published>2006-07-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:13:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A post that made me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;the first time a mere post had such an effect on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i could almost picture you sacrificing yourself to protect them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for all that love portrayed in that single post was overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;overwhelming yet so real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i was utterly touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i've never met any teacher who cares for his/her class so greatly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the affection was evident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;appreciate and treasure that person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;for you don't get to meet someone like that often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love him/her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;all of a sudden i want someone to hug..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i miss sis and bro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i miss us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115399880322840360?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115399880322840360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115399880322840360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115399880322840360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115399880322840360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-that-made-me-want-to-cry-first.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115339564096674837</id><published>2006-07-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:40:40.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="I'll Make a Man Out of You"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll Make a Man Out of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocals: Donny Osmond &lt;br /&gt;ChorusMusic: Matthew Wilder&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: David Zippel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to business - to defeat the Huns&lt;br /&gt;Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?&lt;br /&gt;You're the saddest bunch I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;But you can bet before we're through&lt;br /&gt;Mister, I'll make a man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tranquil as a forest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on fire within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once you find your center&lt;br /&gt;You are sure to win&lt;br /&gt;You're a spineless, pale pathetic lot&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'll make a man out of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye to those who knew me&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym&lt;br /&gt;This guy's got 'em scared to death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hope he doesn't see right through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now I really wish that I knew how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;Be a man&lt;br /&gt;We must be swift as the coursing river&lt;br /&gt;Be a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;With all the force of a great typhoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be a man&lt;br /&gt;With all the strength of a raging fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mysterious as the dark side of the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time is racing toward us&lt;/span&gt; till the Huns arrive&lt;br /&gt;Heed my every order and you might survive&lt;br /&gt;You're unsuited for the rage of war&lt;br /&gt;So pack up, go home you're through&lt;br /&gt;How could I make a man out of you?&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Briend sang this to me during recess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;She was shy =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I LIKE SHANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115339564096674837?l=sherrie-dien.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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23451646.post-115262138637033615</id><published>2006-07-11T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:39:56.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My heart feels contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After studying today with bro and gwen, at around 6, i took a little walk around the 3rd level. It had just been raining and the air smelt so fresh and clean, like that morning's dew. Wisps of clouds floated about the baby blue sky oh so gently. I never felt so at ease with myself in school before. You could say that it was because i was alone and there were no distractions to distract me from appreciating God's awesome creations. The school was beautiful. For the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I wonder. How many of us are able to leave the hustle and bustle of life for just that minute or two, take a deep breath and look around. See how the trees and their rustling leaves say "Good day!" and the birds chirp their wishes for the day? It's just amazing to see these wonderful life around us. I love the way the night smells. There's this very special night smell that makes me wish i was by the river under the stars. How fairytale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Many a times, we get so caught up with the pressures of our work and studies alike that we fail to embrace the heavenly sights and sounds amidst the yelling and screaming in our hearts. Caved in by our own desires and distractions, we become unhappy and agitated. What a waste of a perfectly God-blessed day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;One other thing that i thought about today was how insecure we are, I am. The need to feel appreciated and understood devours me. I'm afraid to question too much for fear I'll hear what I wish not to hear. That's it. I heard something I hope I read wrong, if I didn't, all I can do is relieve myself of that misery and let it pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115262138637033615?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115262138637033615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115262138637033615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115262138637033615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115262138637033615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-heart-feels-contentedafter-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115149535679534610</id><published>2006-06-28T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:50:30.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;the HORRIFYING prospect of being disappointed by my results is SCARY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i will do my best to prevent that from being fufilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i sound as though someone out there is out to harm me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;studying with bro is satisfying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;plus, great news that the school will be opened till 7.30pm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;we'll be able to hear that lovely 7pm bell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;news have been spreading that there's a particular trainee teacher that is quite cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;according to some people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;note: not everyone might think the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i haven't caught him UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL yet! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"js will have some competition now!" quote quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;now that's funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;just a little fun in everyday school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what do you expect from a bunch of tired and energetic girls??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115149535679534610?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115149535679534610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115149535679534610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115149535679534610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115149535679534610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/06/horrifying-prospect-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115115801289890340</id><published>2006-06-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:06:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's All In Your Perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live.They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?""It was great, Dad.""Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked."Oh yeah," said the son."So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.The son answered: &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I saw that we have one dog and they had four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's father was speechless.Then his son added, "Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are."Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115115801289890340?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115115801289890340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YESTERDAY WAS AMAZING TIME INVESTED FELLOWSHIPPING WITH BROS AND SIS IN CHRIST! LOVED EVERY SQUISHY BIT OF MUD AND BRUISE =)&lt;/span&gt; ouch though. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me in person if you want to know more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115067972136723075?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115067972136723075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115067972136723075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115067972136723075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115067972136723075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-was-amazing-time-invested.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115035893889704031</id><published>2006-06-15T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:10:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ranting ranting ranting and more ranting!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;i spent AGES just doing 5 questions which led me to the ULTIMATE form of self-destruction. you see, i only got a few parts correct.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED CHOCOLATE AND ICE-CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ranting to ian now. great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115035893889704031?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115035893889704031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115035893889704031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115035893889704031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115035893889704031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/06/ranting-ranting-ranting-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-115016552157647162</id><published>2006-06-13T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T15:58:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my darn fun and enjoyable SF retreat and that's NOT a good thing =(&lt;br /&gt;cos' noe i have to start on all those piles of A maths and chem homework.&lt;br /&gt;somebody give me love! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really spent a meaningful 2 days at Changi Fairy Point Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;not only did i fellowship with the SFers! i also learnt about influencing through serving.&lt;br /&gt;i ask god to give me sensitive eyes, servant's hands, heart and attitude for what good will it be if we do not serve others out of the sincerity and love of our hearts??&lt;br /&gt;LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND! god is love!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO HAS APPEARED IN MY LIFE AND IMPACTED ME, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-115016552157647162?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/115016552157647162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=115016552157647162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115016552157647162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/115016552157647162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/06/hellos-im-back-from-my-darn-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114958393283251235</id><published>2006-06-06T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:52:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Whoever's out there, go catch the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'She's The Man!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;awesome chick flick for girls with the love for soccer =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and a dream for that someone S.P.E.C.I.A.L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It's got me all hyped up for the World Cup!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;with Aviva tomorrow as well, I think my heartbeat, pulse and blood pressure rates would go BLAST! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I keep believing in my Duke Orsino and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;though it's way too unrealistic for my own good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a girl can dream. Can't she?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Another thing that got my all hot and tired within a matter of minutes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ARCADE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Only the shooting ones of course. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It was so fun and I'm warning you guys, it's addictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just kept wanting to play more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Poor yozz and I ended up going up and down the levels just because we kept wanting to play somemore after we walked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-23451646.post-114829790894601992</id><published>2006-05-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:39:18.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How could this be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it must be a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a nightmare to be precise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause in it you hated me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You looked at me with disgust&lt;br /&gt;lothe and hatered too&lt;br /&gt;yet i clung to you, held on tight&lt;br /&gt;you, that mast in the raging sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The waves were making me giddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i puked, but you did not care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;barrels of saltwater washed down my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;burning my will, i despaired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The flinging of my being in the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tossing me around mercilessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drowning, my breath of life gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you remained heartless and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A flickering light in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i knew there was someone there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;though the chance to live was before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to leave you, i could not bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stupid and crazy you may scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its exasperating to reason with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for how illogical it may seem to thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it makes perfect sense to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114829790894601992?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114829790894601992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i saw my father's hand holding a baby in the clouds while running by the road during cross-country. that's what i like to believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;big thanks to ALL [teacher and friends alike] who took encouraged me along the tedious and lactic-acid-producing-in-the-muscles way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;muacks! to bev clar and evan for being special and not following the whole lot of people to the same place as we got onto an unknown bus 165 and let it take us where it took us. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;for we will go where the wind blows us to.&lt;/span&gt; which we gladly ended up in a quaint little mall comprising of just 2 stories. that ain't really a mall right? well, it was FUN in a quiet way. and have i mentioned all those marvelous books in TIMES that i so plan to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"what sizes do you carry?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114802303803202891?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114802303803202891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114802303803202891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114802303803202891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114802303803202891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-saw-my-fathers-hand-holding-baby-in.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114718253714947137</id><published>2006-05-09T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:08:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYS!! no more examinations at least for the rest of this week. next week would be horror to get back all the results =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was FUN FUN FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;actually it was quite uneventful&lt;br /&gt;walked around bugis village to look for bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me: its so hot. I LIKE THIS PLACE! [standing in front of a fan]&lt;br /&gt;even: er... sarah, you're blcking somebody who's blowing&lt;br /&gt;me: -turns back and looks at the lady sitting on the chair some distance away from the fan-&lt;br /&gt;opps! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;clar and the others: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to mos burger and pearlyn and evan ate.&lt;br /&gt;we were so fasinated with clar's milk tea and i wanted to help her pour in the milk but she wouldn't let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;clar: you want it to be a white arh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then as pearlyn was sitting with clar, she was unable to eat her beef and rice thingy in peace.&lt;br /&gt;poor pearlyn! should have warned her that clar had this THING for poor cows being eaten by man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked quite a bit in mos burger, about all our animal experience and while evan was telling her story of her being scratched by a cat while she was trying to make friends, she started CRYING!! everybody was stunned that she was crying and i personally thought that she was still hurt that the cat did not want to make friends with 6 year-old her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a CHOCOLATE FOUNTIAN!!!! yummy-licious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took neos sharon and pearlyn happily took their own sweet time to decorate since there was no time limit! they were so happy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. now's the EVENTFUL PART!!&lt;br /&gt;clar, evan and i proceeded to east coast. the sky was a little dark already but no worries! we had to go there to fulfill our long-lost dream! sat on the breakwater [ which prevents soil erosion!] the waves were splashing higher and higher and i was getting SCARED! SERIOUS! furthermore, we kept on seeing the scary flashes of lightning in the sky! the worse part of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me: I SAW IT!!! *scared look*&lt;br /&gt;evan: i saw it too, on you. the light was on you.&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;clar: but if you don't feel a tingling sensation its alright one. the lightning is not after you. if it is, then hurry up run and seek shelter.&lt;br /&gt;me: -horrified look-&lt;br /&gt;evan to clar: its the electrons moving up the body right?&lt;br /&gt;clar: DON'T SCARE HER LA!&lt;br /&gt;me: can we go can we go can we go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we went to sit down on the TABLE and talked and evan went to practise being emo, the rain got heavier and heavier. SO! WE DECIDED TO GO BACK! yet, we were held up by the loss of evan's handphone so we went in the drizzle to rescue her phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because we were held up, WE. WERE. STALKED!!! it was SCARY! =X&lt;br /&gt;kudos to evan's over friendlyness! tsk van! haha.&lt;br /&gt;there was this tall lanky guys with half a shirt on who was doing this. run. drop. do push-ups. run. drop. do push-ups. run. hug a tree. run. CLIMB a tree! it seems funny now but it was NOT funny then. it was strange. what was worse was that he waved to us from a distance and i, not thinking that anything was wrong WAVED BACK!!! how stupid was that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes thescary part. he was sitting on the steps as we entered the DARK and LONG tunnel! then we started getting scared and started grabbing hands and then all of a sudden, WE RAN!!!! our hearts were beating super fast and all the blood was rushing madly in our arteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventful right! cannot take it. tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the bus ride was nice! *winks at clar* haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114718253714947137?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114718253714947137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114718253714947137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114718253714947137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114718253714947137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/05/yays-no-more-examinations-at-least-for.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114683420704804428</id><published>2006-05-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:03:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BIG THANK YOU TO YOZZIE, BEV AND DORA FOR GIVING MY THAT LITTLE BIT OF FOOD TO WHET MY APPETITE DURING THE EXHAUSTING EXAM PERIOD!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if one day i jumped into the middle of the swimming pool with my clothes on??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if i screamed before flinging myself into a whole lot of plastic balls [those you see in carnivals]??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if i took 50 bucks to splurge on Kinder Bueno and ate them all in a day while watching WHAT A GIRL WANTS! ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if a bought a bottle of Marlot wine, emptied the entire bottle, fill it with shiny stars in soapy liquid and gave it to you as a christmas present??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if one day i see you in the distance and run up to you grinning at FULL SPEED and jumped to hug you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if i decide to take up piano all over again??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What if i see the end of a rainbow ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;go ask me if you want to know what i would do k! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114683420704804428?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114683420704804428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114683420704804428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114683420704804428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114683420704804428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/05/big-thank-you-to-yozzie-bev-and-dora.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114630863538698620</id><published>2006-04-29T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:03:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I LOVE THEE SO THAT, MAUGRE ALL THY PRIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;NOR WIT NOR REASON CAN MY PASSION HIDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OLIVIA IS PASSIONATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114630863538698620?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114630863538698620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114630863538698620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114630863538698620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114630863538698620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-thee-so-that-maugre-all-thy.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114622978970456404</id><published>2006-04-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:09:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the higher your hopes, the harder your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and the more painful it gets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;what right did i have to believe that i would be in the top 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;all i did was cause myself to be hurt just a little deeper..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i don't want to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but i can't stop myself from wanting to be a part of your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you still make me worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114622978970456404?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114622978970456404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114622978970456404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;-pouts- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;[haven't done that in ages]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i want macadamien cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;opps! &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;this is an entry with absolutely NO relation with what's happening at this current moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;just in case anyone's wondering why it sound so senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tenderness is not a reliable platform to base one's judgement on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;like a cool breeze sweeping past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;it lifts you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lets you feel light and allows you to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;all of a sudden its gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and you fall hard onto the cold stone ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yet the hurt comes not from the impact of the fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;but the impact of the realisation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;that everything you once loved has failed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;your eyes open to the glorious truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;only god will never fail you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sincere thanks to you for calling.. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114587593817824523?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114587593817824523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114587593817824523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114587593817824523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114587593817824523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114568334975796136</id><published>2006-04-22T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:22:29.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that i care so much for someone that doesn't really deserve it. it feels bad. painful. it HURTS like crap!! argh! i feel cheated of time effort and feelings and its all because of you. why don't you just go away. wait. you are. i hate myself for not being able to let you go. i hate it so much. i want to scream but my parents are around. i want to throw a bottle of my frustration in to the sea but i don't want to harm the poor fishes. i want to just. just. walk away from EVERY SINGLE THING! but i can't bring myself to detach myself. you mean too much.. ARGH!!! my concern and efforts are not being recognised or appreciated so why in the whole wide world am i trying so freaking hard! this irritates me. a lot. shoots man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i worry for so many people... why doesn't anyone worry about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lord i need you.. cos' only you can give me full comfort and understanding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114568334975796136?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114568334975796136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114568334975796136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114568334975796136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114568334975796136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-is-it-that-i-care-so-much-for.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114510376821660326</id><published>2006-04-15T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T20:26:42.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really like you but i can't like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not supposed to like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at least not like like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but actually i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't like guessing games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why must life be so confusing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm so incoherent now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my priorities are blurred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not for my studies though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't wait to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to the story where i come from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if i should leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now and forever more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a wonderful morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i smiled at what i saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'm not sure if i really liked it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see how messed up i am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114510376821660326?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114510376821660326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114510376821660326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114510376821660326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114510376821660326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-really-like-you-but-i-cant-like.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114498116425835061</id><published>2006-04-14T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:19:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i wish and dream for loads of things.. really perfect-o things but i guess its because of that i don't get them.. sometimes, you wish really hard and pray really sincerely for certain stuff but you just don't get them yet others do. its hard not to feel a little bit jealous. =( you know what. i'm just going to focus and appreciate what God has given me and be happy about that! yeapp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yesterday was a wonderful moment spent with yozz after not being able to go home with her for AGES! we really opened up about some stuff that had been bothering both of us, while eating chicken wings! + nuggets =)) heh. she was really happy and i was really touched till a point in time when i was seriously about to cry.. thank you yozz. for EVERYTHING. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MTP was really short. the talk was 15 min! how short is that. but its quite cool and sng was surprisingly eloquent despite being a first-timer. -laughs- =)&lt;br /&gt;thinking is hard work and it hurts the brain! but if that's going to be the only way to get my A, i'm going to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114498116425835061?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114498116425835061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114498116425835061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114498116425835061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114498116425835061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-and-dream-for-loads-of-things_14.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114422506239544043</id><published>2006-04-05T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:17:42.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;there will always be this significant date that i will remember. 3rd apr 06. we officially step down. actually, up till today, i was still not that sad yet. i guess reality hasn't really sunk in yet. yet today, as i wrote a letter to my vice-captain... i was overwhealmed with a sick feeling. a very sick stomach=bottomless pit kindof feeling which is not at all comforting. i'm so going to miss you guys...fooling around during training [ more of me watching you li'l children fool around] and slogging our hearts out during runs and footwork. actually its not that bad yar. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care my beloved team. thank you for putting in much effort and perseverence during the conpetitions. continue to strive hard in both CCA as well as studies yea?? jia youus!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;yesterday i met weishan! [my dearest senior] while i was straightening in the library!! yays! then i was very unhappy cos' i didn't like straightening. she said,"why you like so bu gan yuan like that? -smiles-" " cos' im not. -pouts" then she proceeded to pat my head! =))) its been a long time since anyone did that and an even longer time since i saw her. weishan!!!! ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114422506239544043?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114422506239544043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114422506239544043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114422506239544043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114422506239544043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-will-always-be-this-significant_05.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114337918617063452</id><published>2006-03-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:20:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>youying is a button-nosed angel! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;We went over to the playground opposite the church after BS and while munching on tapioca chips, we shared... about friends and studies and loads of other random topics. though i haven't really gotten the answers i was looking for to my problems, just saying it out made it all much more easy to bear. at least i don't feel so alone now. thanks yozz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this little boy who was climbing all over the playground. yozz and i were 'playing' with him. he would peep through the bars and the minute we looked at him and smiled, he would squeal and hide back behind the slide. then when he slid down the tunnel slide, we grinned at him as he emerged at the end, he squealed again and scurried back up! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been great! really. thank god for the friends he sends to me...&lt;br /&gt;hope next week would be bearable since i would be missing lots of lessons and test due to competitions! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114337918617063452?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114337918617063452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114337918617063452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114337918617063452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114337918617063452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/youying-is-button-nosed-angel-we-went.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114329940923580549</id><published>2006-03-25T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T23:11:24.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Miracle of a Brother's Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way,she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.&lt;br /&gt;They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day,night after night, Michael sang to his sister in Mommy's tummy.&lt;br /&gt;He was building a bond of love with his Little sister before he even met her. The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required?&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born.But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St.Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee. The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister. I want to sing to her, he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care. Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.&lt;br /&gt;If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. The head nurse recognized him as a child and hellowed, "Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed."&lt;br /&gt;The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.&lt;br /&gt;"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated. Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me " happy when skies are gray." Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.&lt;br /&gt;The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady. "Keep on singing Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, How much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."&lt;br /&gt;As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr. "Keep on singing, sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms". Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.&lt;br /&gt;"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don't take my sunshine away..." The next, day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home. Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song. The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114329940923580549?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114329940923580549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114329940923580549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114329940923580549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114329940923580549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/miracle-of-brothers-song-like-any-good.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114329879473390817</id><published>2006-03-25T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:59:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The Piano"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took the small boy to a Paderewski concert.After they were seated, the mother spotted a friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her son was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit." "Keep playing."Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obbligato.Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.The audience was mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, butthe results aren't exactly graceful flowing music. But with the hand of the Master, our life's work truly can be beautiful.Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are playing theconcerto of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love to listen to the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114329879473390817?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114329879473390817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114329879473390817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114329879473390817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114329879473390817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/piano-wishing-to-encourage-her-young.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114238880404008935</id><published>2006-03-15T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T10:13:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yesterday was real enjoyable! i was sitting down reading my book [which made dora call me a bookworm :p] when siew boon came and sat down beside me. then she asked me if i was a christian and i said yes and this started a wonderful conversation of should i say sharing between us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SB:I go to church and jump jump sing sing and cry cry! like waterfall like that!&lt;br /&gt;S: lol and *grins madly*&lt;br /&gt;SB: there was a 78 year old lady who got baptised spiritually at the back when we were jumping in front! she was like [ reaches hands out to demostrate] ... then i cried!&lt;br /&gt;S: wow...&lt;br /&gt;SB &amp;amp; S: it so amazing right!!! yesyesyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this went on for quite some time. it really is a joy to share amazing and really comforting blessings with sisters and brothers in christ! a friendship centered at God is really great!! loves!&lt;br /&gt;this sharing of this aspect of our lives really reminded me of God's grace and mercy and blessings! especially since my whole week is really quite packed and i still haven't found time to do quiet time yet, this sharing did a whole lot of good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week has and is going to be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: leader's invest + badminton&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: leader's invest + CIP&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: badminton + tuition&lt;br /&gt;thursday: lessons + stuff&lt;br /&gt;friday: leader's invest + badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no!! i seriously need to talk to siew boon more! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God's princess [sarah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114238880404008935?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114238880404008935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114238880404008935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114238880404008935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114238880404008935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/yesterday-was-real-enjoyable-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114199266883686456</id><published>2006-03-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:11:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a darling friend sent me this email quite some time ago and i read it, felt it and then cast it aside. now i see it again on clar's blog and i started to tear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery.Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forcedDiana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces,they already knew she was perilously premature.Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs."I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could."There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"No! No!" was all Diana could say.She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.At last, when Dana turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a littlegirl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing.As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked,"Do you smell that?"Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?"Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain."Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced,"No, it smells like Him.It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children.Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really reassures me that God will always be there to hold me and love me even thru' the toughest and hardest and loneliest times in my life. a mere 16 year old couldn't possibly experience so much to really realise how much God means but the few times that i have felt as if all my friends have deserted me, God was there to provide and care for me. God will never leave me nor forsake me. the feeling is one of the most conforting silence and security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou jesus.. more than anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114199266883686456?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114199266883686456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114199266883686456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114199266883686456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114199266883686456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/darling-friend-sent-me-this-email.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114181981652151277</id><published>2006-03-08T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:14:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-frowns-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh man.. i don't like this at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just don't understand how someone can be so at ease and happy with herself. i can't seem to be able to achieve that.. i really want to but its really difficult. just today, someone said something and that immediately made me doubt my actions and the way i portray myself. i don't think she meant anything deliberately but nevertheless, it did affect me. its tough and pretty impossible to be so happy with oneself that you don't mind what others say. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet on the other hand, i know that im special just the way i am and the most important person in my life, God, loves me for me. its perfectly normal and acceptable for me to have personal worries and troubles. so why do i feel so insecure??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i read my friends blog and they seem so happy and contented with their lives, each day filled with meaning and purpose. friends keep them company like forever. and smiles are no fewer than the most you can count. does this mean that they have no tears and frowns in their lives?? i don't think so. everyone has her fair share of problems up and down and its just the different way we approach them that determines the outcome and emotions that dawn upon us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh yayness!! penning down my thoughts have surely helped me realise the 'solution' to my problem with myself! before this, i asked God why it was that i felt so troubled and worried and i believe that God wrapped his arms and provided me with that security to take away that li'l uneasiness. thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;now at least i'm happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114181981652151277?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114181981652151277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114181981652151277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114181981652151277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114181981652151277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/frowns-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114173620000606269</id><published>2006-03-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:59:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it's my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then why is it i don't feel as happy as i should be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it was a really meaningful way of spending this special day. relaxing at East Coast beach with bev then scrumptious lunching with dearest clarice &amp;amp; charlena!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;arranged to meet bev at marine parade macs at 10:30. while waiting, i decided to be kiddish and sat with Mr. Ronald Macdonald on the bench! the addictive wind plus Mr. Macdonald made me feel so happy today was my birthday! we went to buy apple strudel before heading to the beach. by the time we reached, it was pretty hot and so we decided to eat our tempting strudel first. the first bite was gorgeous!! the cool cream and apple bits oozzed out and filled our mouths. yumyum! after that we wrote a birthday wish for me in the sand and took loads of memorable pictures! the first time i celebrated my birthday at the beach! [ my ultimate favourite place]char &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;thanks bev!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;lunching with clar and char was awesome! after soo duperly long, i finally met sis again!! we ate at Delifrance and took ages to pick our dishes. by the time we were ready to order, menus were strewn all across the table. but i thought that looked artistic! heh. char order some beef curry with a ball ball bread and clar was feeling all symphathetic for the poor pig! clarice! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;shared about our experiences with guys.. memories of primary school.. pro and cons of being in a mixed school.. valentines' day.. i don't really care about the random topics we talked about but i sure miss these times that we get together to just hang out and shared stuff.. thank you so much my dearest sis and sis's bro! it really means so so much to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;its times that i spend with my friends that makes everythings seem much more special than they actually are. thank you so much.. for making my birthday a real sweet sixteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh! gervais! sent me an birthday greeting via email fom overseas!! thanks for remembering. it sincerely made me happy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114173620000606269?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114173620000606269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114173620000606269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114173620000606269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114173620000606269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-my-birthday-then-why-is-it-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114164354644889020</id><published>2006-03-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:16:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;great day spent with clarice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to thank God for the awesome time invested in our friendship cos' my mum was a li'l apprehensive bout letting me go and study together. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to macs to study or should i say do our heaps of homework. bleahh. then since she didn't bring her jacket and it was freezing inside, she borrowed mine and then lent it back. heh. i bought 3 hashbrowns!! yummy! crispy outside and soft/chewy inside! clar got hotcakes which i ate for the first time in my entire life! i was spreading that dollar-look-alike butter on my hotcake and we both agreed that it looked like cheese, in the good way of course. smooth, creamy and mmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and we gave Mdm Yeo a 'Thank You' GEMS card! she was so enthusiastic about serving her every customer. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got so cold that we decided to go to the CC and i was squealing across the road! credit goes to clar for leaving me behind. some people just don't know when to quit. the uncles in the CC were literally taking turns to come out and 'choke' us to death. second-hand smokers have a higher risk of getting... i don't know what but its bad!! then after they kept on coming. i got so upset i got up and i think clar got shocked. a little. did you, clar?? then we went back to macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished up. then we walked around heartlandmall 'sensibly' from 3:15 - 4:15. clar got her tution time mixed up. it was supposed to be 5:15. that silly girl! so we had to go to macs and eat an apple pie. deliberately trying to seem busy by talking to hazie on the speaker phone till 4:45. hilarious! we got to get together more often and bond hazie cos' you make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really fun day minus all the e maths question which clar and i didn't know how to do! its times like these that we spend with each other that make life seem a little more enjoyable :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more homework, at least for tomorrow. yayness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114164354644889020?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114164354644889020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114164354644889020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114164354644889020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114164354644889020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/great-day-spent-with-clarice-got-to.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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-23451646.post-114160976756077990</id><published>2006-03-06T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:10:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>colours fill me with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;- appreciation for colours. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;- immense contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;- smiley faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;- pleasant laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;- much needed serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;- patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;- girly ambitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;- comfortable silence&lt;br /&gt;silver- glittery desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tw&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;kl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;- shiny dancing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black- uncomfortable headaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;grey&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;murky brown&lt;/span&gt;- bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first random post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may your life be filled with the many colours that God put there to help you grow.&lt;br /&gt;stronger.&lt;br /&gt;braver.&lt;br /&gt;and happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao li'l angels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23451646-114160976756077990?l=sherrie-dien.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/feeds/114160976756077990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23451646&amp;postID=114160976756077990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114160976756077990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23451646/posts/default/114160976756077990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sherrie-dien.blogspot.com/2006/03/colours-fill-me-with-white.html' title=''/><author><name>god's princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00724151154589741254</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>
