<?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-1930566341687487162</id><updated>2011-10-05T00:14:13.458+08:00</updated><category term='Just Writing'/><category term='Random Recipes'/><category term='Dark Era'/><category term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>The Mailbox</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5695337172607165935</id><published>2011-01-07T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T06:14:16.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear, 2011</title><content type='html'>To: 2011&lt;br /&gt;From: The young lady who wishes all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, I want to know what you have in store for me. I'm waiting for something, and I don't know what, why, when , or how. Would you mind explaining yourself?&lt;br /&gt; Do you think you could take it easy on me this year? That would be highly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt; Since I'm writing to you anyway, I might as well tell you what I would like to achieve during this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Practice my ballet everyday&lt;br /&gt;2) Get my middle splits by the end of this year&lt;br /&gt;3) Do well in my schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;4) Find a few colleges I would be able to go to...&lt;br /&gt;5) Find out what I'd like to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;6) Spend more time with God.&lt;br /&gt;7) Survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your kindness of visiting, but I quite honestly am unsure of how I feel about you. &lt;br /&gt; Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;The Young Lady Who Wonders Why You Came&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5695337172607165935?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5695337172607165935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5695337172607165935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-2011.html' title='Dear, 2011'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7226319648437587005</id><published>2010-12-13T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T03:46:12.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to tell you guys about everything that's happening!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We're going to Florida on Tuesday. It takes almost two days to get to Florida from Kentucky. We're going to Epcot, and maybe Universal Studios. Fun right? I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another great thing I can't wait for: &lt;br /&gt;I was at my Christmas ballet school party and my teacher walked up to me and said, "Hey Amberlie. Can I talk to you?" I started freaking out cause thought I'd done something wrong. She said, "Well, I'd like to talk to you about....going en pointe next semester?" Me:0.0 "um, yeah. That would be really awesome." I couldn't spit the words out fast enough i tell you! &lt;br /&gt;She continued, "I need to talk to your mom about it though. So she can sign you up for the class." Then my mom walked up. My ballet teacher, miss hannah, starts talking, "Um, I would like to talk about Amberlie's starting pointe next semester." My mom was like, "Wow! Yeah! That'd be great!" Miss Hannah, "Amberlie has natural talent and ability. And very pretty feet. I would really like her to start pointe next semester." And that is what happened. I'm soooooo excited. The only bad part is my teacher asked for me to go for my pointe shoe fitting on Tuesday! Now I have to wait for after Christmas, or new year! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So much awesome stuff right! Well, one majorly disappointing thing, but I'll tell you all later. When more things are confirmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7226319648437587005?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7226319648437587005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7226319648437587005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-to-tell-you-guys-about.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1835366270995594134</id><published>2010-12-01T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:48:33.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-1-11</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2011. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Gosh the year just flew out the window. It's so insane.&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in &lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt; different countries this year. &lt;br /&gt;Next year will probably be pretty crazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you understand what it mean to be completely different, but also the same?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1835366270995594134?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1835366270995594134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1835366270995594134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-1-11.html' title='1-1-11'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8279959403537819426</id><published>2010-11-18T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:18:02.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear....You</title><content type='html'>Okok. I'm not dead ok. I'll update what has happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth camp. Which resuleted in a 3 hour nap after church. haha. I just fell asleep and my mom woke me up 3 hours later!!! haha! On with the story, youth camp was really fun.&lt;br /&gt; The first day we just had dinner and played Capture the Flag. OHMYGOSH, it was soooooooo cold. I nearly died. My whole body was shaking if I wasn't running and moving constantly. Haha, I was acting all macho when Maisa offered me her jacket multiple times. She's Finnish, and &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; Finnish people never get cold. "Honestly", she said, "it's only 30 degrees, it's not that bad. You can borrow my coat." Me: 0.0 "No thanks, you'll get cold." I finally caved when Carissa offered me her sweatshirt. It was 12:00+am and I was cold.&lt;br /&gt; During Capture the Flag, I swear the guys had a major advantage. They had more people, I'm quite sure, and they also had one guy with a camoflouge outfit. THAT was a definite advantage. It was just too awesome to not let him use it though, haha. In the end, it was a tie. Girls-1, Guys-1. The last round no one really was bothering anymore, besides the hardcore competitive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day- We woke up, had breakfast, quiet time, etc. Normal camp stuff. You know. Well, I kinda got inspired to write a poem, which I feel, has become more common. I guess I could put it up, but its not good. Warning you now. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight fades,&lt;br /&gt;Say, do you fear?&lt;br /&gt;God is present, yes, He's here.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps you safe,&lt;br /&gt;And keeps you warm,&lt;br /&gt;He, the One that calmed the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not fear,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child of God,&lt;br /&gt;He, the Shepherd, holds His rod.&lt;br /&gt;He watches you,&lt;br /&gt;keeps you from harm,&lt;br /&gt;No need, dear child, need not alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll guide you,&lt;br /&gt;Show you,&lt;br /&gt;Light the way.&lt;br /&gt;He, the One as bright as day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;And hug you tight,&lt;br /&gt;No need, dear child, fear the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, just a little while before I wrote this, I was talking to some of the girls about playing games in the dark. "It's not the dark [night] that scares me" ,I said, "It's what is &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; the dark that frightens me." Uncertainty, danger, and nothingness. Everyone, I believe is scared of that to some extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day- Woke up. Went to church. Nearly slept during service. Went home. Struggled to stay awake during a movie. Then went to bed and slept for 3 hours+ straight. That was the best sleep I've had in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm working on my Christmas recital. Shepherdesses(?) are apparently very rich, with gold trimmings on their clothes. Haha, we're shepherdesses for the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is coming up. Then Cristmas. Then NEW YEAR. Then CHINESE NEW YEAR. Can you believe it's NOVEMBER ALREADY? After 2006 the years go by in fast-forward. We just can't breathe, it's all moving so fast. Man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note- My blog name is 'The Mailbox' simply because these are things I wouldn't ever talk about in person. Probably cause I'd bore people to tears. Writing is so much easier than talking. You just write, and if someone reads it, it's almost like you've written them a letter. Take my posts as a personal letter to you. They are :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; Ambi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8279959403537819426?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8279959403537819426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8279959403537819426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/11/dearyou.html' title='Dear....You'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1750492547083494179</id><published>2010-10-14T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:25:51.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to Self</title><content type='html'>Note(s) to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ballet practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean ballet shoes after #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strike&gt;Re-read 2nd chapter of Captivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strike&gt;Write ballet glossary thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strike&gt;Find a snack/treat/food to bring to youth group tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strike&gt;Renew Confessions of a Shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1750492547083494179?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1750492547083494179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1750492547083494179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-self.html' title='Note to Self'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5893296663745530028</id><published>2010-09-18T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T02:22:59.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is going on in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BALLET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-6AM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-missing singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-christmas choreography. (i guess it counts as ballet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-life group,cell group, whatever you wanna call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-algebra. (this doesn't count as school because i seriously dislike algebra. but i enjoy all my other school stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sophomore year. even though i'm a freshman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-boredness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5893296663745530028?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5893296663745530028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5893296663745530028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-is-going-on-in-my-life-ballet.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5550558181017729249</id><published>2010-07-23T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:11:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya guys! Since the last time I've posted I've baked twice. Both excellent masterpieces I must say. OK, OK. One was a no-bake mud pie, and one was a berry crumble. (the easiest thing to make besides toast) I still am proud of myself. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this dance school. The Open House is on August 18th or something like that. I need to go check the website. I'm going crazy. I REALLY wanna know the cost and everything...&lt;br /&gt; Hmmmm, oh yeah! The berry crumble? The one that about as easy to make as toast? We &lt;i&gt;picked&lt;/i&gt; those berries. You heard me!!! Behind the building with the swimming pool/gym is this trail that has all these blackberry bushes! We picked from like 5-6+ I think? We came back with a whole TUB-FULL of berries. So much, that even after increasing the crumble recipe (for a BBQ) we still have like 1/4 of a container left. It was sooo cool. Even though there were thorns, and we got scratched and stuff. Also my running shoes got all gross from the mud. blech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reagan's birthday was last week. That's when I made the no-bake mud pie. We had a great time with another BBQ (two weeks since the other one) and had a great time. The school is letting the families keep a grill so we can do cookouts! The new grill is so new and shiny. Random..sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. Zoe got a bike. Gone out running almost everyday now. Not today. But tomorrow shall start again! Later ya'll! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5550558181017729249?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5550558181017729249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5550558181017729249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/07/hiya-guys-since-last-time-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8487582487752774229</id><published>2010-07-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T23:55:12.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya'll!!! You asked me to post, but I bet you've probably given up on me. Well, ha-ha! I'm posting. Hopefully I'll post more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The campus here is &lt;i&gt;AWESOME!!!&lt;/i&gt; Gym, basketball court, library, university &amp; seminary. WOW. I imagined a little school building with some houses next door, lots of concrete...ect ect. NOT this &lt;i&gt;huge, enormous, awesome campus&lt;/i&gt;. Blessed, blessed, blessed. Can't complain. Cannot complain at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbours are so nice!!! Our townhouse is connected to a family with 4 kids, who we get along with well. Their town house is connected to the Romanian family, who's daughters are A-DORABLE! Their townhouse is connected to the Kennedy's, with 2 little sweet boys. The town houses around the corner is the Tanzanian familes house, and their neighbours are the-----I can't remember their name right now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town we're staying in is a small country town. Everybody knows everyone else, and is very friendly to each other. The town held a 4th of July (National Day) parade. My favorite part was the choreographed lawn mowers, and some ladies with signs of, 'We &lt;3 our moms!' They wore aprons, pushed grocery carts, and passed out tissues. So funny!The church we go to here isn't exactly like RiverLife -which I miss soooooooo much!- but it's still very nice. Their youth group doesn't start till next week or something...cause of the summer hols they have here. The adult service is nice to listen to, and there are lots of great speakers!&lt;b&gt;Anyway&lt;/b&gt;, there's so much interesting stuff to get into here! Like, Zoe can possibly get into horse riding. &lt;b&gt;HORSE. RIDING.&lt;/b&gt; In Singapore you couldn't get THAT. Reagan wants to get into archery. In my Aunt &amp; Uncle's life group (cell group) there's an archery coach! Mom &amp; Dad are gonna talk to him about lessons (and the cost) next time they see him. I'm gonna try to get into this Christian dance school they have here in the town we're staying in. The Open House in on 18th August. I hope I don't have to audition...or else I won't get it. I also don't wanna be put in some class with a bunch of 11 year olds, how emarrassing? Just cause I can't do pointe -though it is very crucial- I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been rambling long enough to bore you to death. So later!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8487582487752774229?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8487582487752774229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8487582487752774229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-yall-you-asked-me-to-post-but-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6042950501098736677</id><published>2010-03-15T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:47:05.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JianMin! I'm posting oook. I'm posting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Singapore today. I am gonna be bored in India without you guys. Like, seriously. Study-read-study-read-watch tv-online-read-study-sleep is totally dead.&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna miss Singapore. The quiet streets -very quiet compared to India- the food, the friends, the sense of community/family even though I'm currently not serving. You know, all the stuff that makes Singapore cool. (mainly you guys) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, if I &lt;i&gt;do ever&lt;/i&gt; come back to Singapore/RiverLife I might not want to serve in Worship ministry. Well, it's complicated. Things you should note: I was &lt;b&gt;asked&lt;/b&gt; to join worship team. I was picked based on pure &lt;b&gt;vocal ability&lt;/b&gt;. And that's not much. Also, I enjoy music,  but...maybe not enough to serve in the worship team for over 5++ years. Not that I have anyway, just saying.&lt;br /&gt; Don't ask my what ministry I would join instead, if any. It was just a THOUGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll miss you guys. But not as much as you'll miss me right? haha. jkjk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6042950501098736677?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6042950501098736677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6042950501098736677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/03/jianmin-im-posting-oook.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7127472581245338177</id><published>2010-02-24T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:05:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I am completely aware I haven't posted since the start of 2010. But I write lots of stuff on FaceBook. And I am to lazy to actually post on my blog, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, CNY was pretty cool. CNY service was like "WHOA"! It was pretty awsome. When Pastor Betty started speaking English instead of Chinese was pretty funny though. CNY all in all was pretty cool. I'm telling you, the CNY goodies ARE awesome! &lt;br /&gt; My name is Ambi-J, and I am a pineapple tart addict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, my cell has multiplied. Which is awesome. At first it was minus the awsome part...but now I think it's really cool. The new C2 has like 40+ people in it! Which is almost twice the number of people to '09 C2! Yup, it's been nice being back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH, Darren just asked if I can serve in March. But I might be gone before I get a chance to serve. *sniffsniff*&lt;br /&gt;Piano lessons with Aunty Karen have been good. I can't believe I have learned so much in such little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is super random. But just so you know, this blog it NOT dead! I promise to post from now on! Just maybe not regularly. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7127472581245338177?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7127472581245338177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7127472581245338177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes-i-am-completely-aware-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-298727568056429317</id><published>2010-02-24T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:49:28.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been super busy lately...&lt;br /&gt;I am bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! &lt;i&gt;I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I WILL BE STAYING HERE TILL MARCH SOMETHING DUE TO VISA PROBLEMS.&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-298727568056429317?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/298727568056429317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/298727568056429317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-been-super-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4123397469717554076</id><published>2010-01-03T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:03:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE+CHRISTMAS+NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>OMG! I haven't posted since before Christmas...oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good! It was interesting to leave for Singapore on Christmas day. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being back here ROCKS!!! Camp was not as impactful as I thought it would be, but it was still really good. I learned more than I figured I would. But, yay anyway! Highlights (randomly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MRT!!! C2, you gettit right? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Worship on the 3rd day for me was like really bad. I couldn't focus, and my mind was wandering everywhere but where I wanted it to be...&lt;br /&gt;3. I realized how much I love my friends. (not that i didn't know before, it just seemed different) &lt;br /&gt;4. Last day was sooo fun!!! I was like going crazy. It was also kinda sad, like, I kinda wished I could've been able to make it for the first day.&lt;br /&gt;5. I had an &lt;i&gt;super fun&lt;/i&gt; talk with JM. Since I haven't talked with her for a while, I caught up with her and heard of all the current events ect...haha&lt;br /&gt;6. The AMAZING last few moments of camp. It was like floating on air. (i know i'm insane okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after camp I got a few days of rest. I went to Avatar 3D with some old friends I haven't talked to/hung out with for like 2-3 years? Almost 3 I think. Anyway, Avatar started at 11:45pm, and it ended at like 2+ I think. So, when we (our families+us) got out of the theatre we were like "happy new year!" "have a good 2010!". FUUUUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Natalie's house for sleepover. It was really fun! Like, first night after watching "The Clique" we went to bed. Next day, I got into serving for worship. IT WAS SO FUN TO BE IN WORSHIP PRACTICE AGAIN! IT WAS GREAT TO SERVE AGAIN! After ML me, Natalie &amp; Vanessa took the bus back. &lt;br /&gt; Today I served, and danced. It was great! Hung out with the band. Went to my grandparents place. Didn't regret not begging off, not that I would have succeeded anyway. (Or that the thought even crossed my mind till now) My ah kong (grandfather) makes such good food! He's really like my dad: strong, likes to whistle, is GREAT at cooking, and enjoys serving people. haha. Quite funny only now I notice it...I am quite observant. About everything except for what's right in front of my nose. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[am i making things worse for myself?] [NO!!! don't forget about it!!!] [i don't wanna go through this all over again, but i can't stand not to] [guy: i don't know if i should jump. girl: please jump] ["hey" *stare*] [quiet competition. who can keep their silence longer? i think you'll win] [whenever i try to forget, it gets shoved in my face]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4123397469717554076?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4123397469717554076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4123397469717554076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2010/01/singaporechristmasnew-year.html' title='SINGAPORE+CHRISTMAS+NEW YEAR'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3942398776531639087</id><published>2009-12-12T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T11:34:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHMYGOSH!!! I CAN'T WAIT FOR CHRISTMAS/SINGAPORE!!! &lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea. Had a good birthday yesterday. Though round the end it was becoming over-run with kids. So many people still have exams. A whole bunch of the young people had to leave earlier so it was pretty much 10 and under kids left...&lt;br /&gt;That's all I gotta say.. so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (even though I know almost no one reads my blog anyw)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's gonna be a suprise when I go back! and only if you beg me really hard will I tell. (and you might not even like the suprise anyway) but i might not too. teehee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3942398776531639087?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3942398776531639087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3942398776531639087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmygosh-i-cant-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4435989355533787922</id><published>2009-11-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:15:59.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving/weekend</title><content type='html'>Thursday was thanksgiving!!! And we went to Mr &amp; Mrs. Caldwells house for it. They had what Mrs. Caldwell called a "desert party". It was very interesting. They had crackers, cheese, chicken, homemade rolls and sausage (from America. you could never find that kind of thing here). Then, there was: apple pie, pumpkin pie, cheese cake, an-apple-and-pear-thing, lemon pie. All delicious and homemade! I don't think I've eaten that much desert since I was like 10 or something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was like 16-18 degrees outside. It was about 6:30 or 7 o' clock when it was that temperature though. So I foolishly put on a long sleeved/thick hoodie shirt thing...and in the end I was hot later that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is round the corner! &lt;strike&gt;why don't I feel excited/happy like I usually do?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I could care less if I got anything for Christmas, or if there was Christmas at all.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just wanna finish all my schoolwork by the end of the year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I think I'm really screwed up sometimes.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4435989355533787922?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4435989355533787922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4435989355533787922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingweekend.html' title='Thanksgiving/weekend'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6921826790873776963</id><published>2009-11-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:37:01.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-We went out grocery shopping. And while we were in Spar, I was just standing there. And suddenly this mouse ran right past my foot! When I saw something moving I got a shock and screamed/jumped. When I saw it was just a mouse, I felt so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Nothin much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Church, choir practice same old same old. Except in the morning it was SUPER COLD! I sat in the hall with a jacket and still hugging myself/Zoe, and still felt cold!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6921826790873776963?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6921826790873776963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6921826790873776963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-week-has-been-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5337967312561443977</id><published>2009-11-18T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:54:50.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life hasn't been the most exciting. So...this post will be kinda boring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend choir practice was good. But -maybe it's the way I'm singing or something- my voice would like crack at the high notes, and I had a serious sore throat the whole time. (Been a long time since I ranted on singing. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my haircut last saturday morning. We walked to the salon super close to our house, like 5 minutes away, and it's right next to the Domino's pizza place. (which, I'll admit, we order from often) We told the guys exactly what we wanted. "Just a trim about to her shoulders", my mom said. She even SHOWED the guy with her hands where. And it turned out awful. My hair is WAY above my shoulders, and I have so many layers it's sickening. Before my dad restyled/cut it for me, I looked like some froufrou fluffy freak or something. (and I've never ranted about my hair before!!! hehe) Anyway, I still wish I'd have waited till we went back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm gonna make a christmas list with my siblings just for fun. i miss bubbletea/sushi&lt;br /&gt;0.0 now what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5337967312561443977?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5337967312561443977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5337967312561443977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-hasnt-been-most-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3296840428145424317</id><published>2009-11-07T15:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:01:56.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Recipes'/><title type='text'>Oatmeal &amp; Mashed Banana</title><content type='html'>Oatmeal &amp; mashed bananas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3 spoonfuls of instant oatmeal (but follow the istructions on the packet)&lt;br /&gt;1 small banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all you do is make the oatmeal, with as much water or milk it calls for. (I use the microwave-able kind, so I add some milk afterwards so it's more creamy) Once your oatmeal is cooked you cut up the banana, and put it into the oatmeal. Take a fork and mash up the banana and mix it all up!!! I know it probably looks kinda like oatmeal with big pale yellow lumps and kinda gross. But it's super good!!!&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah, if you need to, add sugar. It depends on how ripe your banana is. &lt;br /&gt;      Then you DIG IN! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random recipe I happened to try this morning. &lt;em&gt;WARNING: only banana lovers can eat this, so if you don't like bananas, it's advised you don't eat this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3296840428145424317?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3296840428145424317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3296840428145424317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/oatmeal-mashed-bananas-2-3-spoonfuls-of.html' title='Oatmeal &amp; Mashed Banana'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-588259999726379230</id><published>2009-11-03T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:56:36.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So not the norm</title><content type='html'>There are so many thing to write about! How bout Calcutta first? Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day we arrived was very nice. We went to see the Mother Theresa's house. Part of it was a museum, and we saw her grave too. &lt;br /&gt; Saturday- We went to William Carey museum/college. I didn't know he'd translated to much!!! Like 20+++ Indian dialects!!! So cool right??? He was also into science, and the guy there said he started science-based education here. I was all, "This guy learned an TRANSLATED 20++++ dialects? And I can hardly speak English! Sheesh."&lt;br /&gt; After that Uncle Rajah took us to see a Banyan tree. When we first got there I thought, "So we're drving though a WHOLE FOREST to see one tree? This better be one cool tree." Turns out the forest WAS the tree! It was so cool! The compounds the tree was in was actually like a botanial garden, a lot of natural stuff. Got some great shots there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Went to church with Uncle Mohadeb. Then later on before we went to the slum churh Reagan said he felt sick. So mom and him stayed home and me, dad, Zoe, Uncle Mohadeb, Uncle Rajah &amp; Akash went. It was like so packed inside the small hall...with all the kids. Then when we taught them how to dance to "Woohoo!" they all were jumping around and screaming cause they kept stepping on each others' toes. haha. They were all so cute though.&lt;br /&gt;The adult service was interesting to watch. There was this really good guy playing the tabla (sp?). (The tabla is the Indian drum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on November 1 was World Sunday School Day. It was fun/scary/interesting. So yea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now I am trying to finish my school-year before heading to Singapore for about a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't really remember you. If reality worked the way we wanted to, it wouldn't be reality anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-588259999726379230?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/588259999726379230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/588259999726379230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-not-norm.html' title='So not the norm'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8799266963349706241</id><published>2009-10-10T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:26:13.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some stuff from past week(s). Hmm...okay, begin with this:&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend the choir sang a song during communion. We sang Agnus Dei, it was sooo good! Though, we had trouble hearing the parts, we being the sopranoes. Then everyone the basses said they couldn't hear us! Probably cause we were on the opposite side of the stage...&lt;br /&gt;   Also last week, there was youth competitions. Mom &amp;amp; dad were the judges, so of course us kids went too. There was solo singing, group singing, dancing, and a Bible quiz. The Bible quiz was really funny cause there were only 3 people: all the Campton kids! So it was sibling rivalry for a good reason. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday, we went to the Camptons' house for dinner. It was really fun! The Campton kids (they're not really kids...but anyway) are all so talented! They could play piano, guitar, drums, harmonica (all three of them!!!)...and dunno what else. But I know there are a few more. So cool right????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today went to a marriage prayer celebration? I dunno what it's actually called, but it was pretty cool. There was introduction to family, preaching, and then prayer. In the end they did this cool thing: They cracked some kind of thing on the bride-to-be's head, then also on the groom-to-be's head. Turned out to be a sweet, it tasted like cotton candy! They had a big bag of it and gave one to everyone. You'll never guess what happened next!!! Instead of flower wreaths, they put wreaths of money on them! Mom said, "How interesting...." Me, "Well, at least they're not nearly as heavy as the flower ones!" They're seriously heavy! And at the last wedding, they put 3 on the bride and groom!!! ouch.&lt;br /&gt; Dinner was after the ceremony, and we sat on the roof. We as in: Mom, dad, Aunty Radha, me, Zoe, Reagan, Renita &amp;amp; Ricky. I became a living dolls' head for Renita, she kept taking down and doing up my hair. It was okay, though she kept poking my eyes whenever she grabbed my hair that kept falling forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we're going to the actual wedding. Yea....back to the beginning I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8799266963349706241?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8799266963349706241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8799266963349706241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-some-stuff-from-past-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4245326547773089073</id><published>2009-09-30T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:36:07.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 15</title><content type='html'>The weekend seemed like 2 years instead of 2 days. Me &amp;amp; Katie past the time hanging out, talking and doing homework of course. Katie asked if I'd like to go to the youth group again. I thought, 'Well, who'd it hurt?' Even though Noah sometimes made me uncomfortable I guess it would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really pay attention to youth service, even though Katie kept nudging me whenever I spaced out. "And Faith," the pastor said. I jumped slightly, shocked. "Is not immediate. Faith needs to be grown, for some it will grow at a staggering rate, while for other it might not grow at all. There needs to be hope for faith, and love for faith. Hardship makes faith grow too, but you need to seek God for the answer, instead just looking at the problem" 'Faith.' I thought to myself. 'Is not immediate, it need hope and love...and...hardship?' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After youth group Katie's mom came to pick us up. While we headed to my house Katie's mom asked, "So, Faith, how you feeling? Nervous?" "Yea...I guess there's lots of things to think about. Whether I win or loose." I said quietly. She drove into my driveway, "Well, it's alright, everyone gets that way." I stepped out of the car, and was about to close the door when Katie's mom called out, "We'll be praying for you!" I stepped back, closed the door, and watched the car drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Praying? For me?' I wondered, 'What does THAT mean?' There was kid in our class, and she always said she'd pray for people, and everyone thought she was weird. She wasn't normal, not like Katie was, I'd talked to her once or twice. She was part-Catholic, she'd told me, (meaning she didn't exactly go to church, but she believed in God) and prayer does work, she'd also said. She relied on it better than she relied on her own hands she'd said. 'Prayer...' I wondered, 'Will that help any? Will it make the judges think my paintings are better than anyone elses'? Would make them think I deserved to go to the art classes? The ones I could never, ever afford without this prize? Maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4245326547773089073?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4245326547773089073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4245326547773089073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 15'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8055420276720854057</id><published>2009-09-26T15:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:45:51.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna change my blog name. But I cannot think of anything.... My creative brain juice is giving out. So my blog is going nameless till I can think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shoot. why can't I think of anything????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Any suggestions?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;again, expect things from me!!! not presents though, saving that for when I come back in December. Keep guessing!!! I'm dropping clues everywhere!!! Guess, guess, guess!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8055420276720854057?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8055420276720854057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8055420276720854057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-change-my-blog-name.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6624614425168985671</id><published>2009-09-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:39:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of weeks past ;)</title><content type='html'>Memories of weeks past. (Warning: SUPER LONG POST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with when the RL team came to India. We ordered pizza from Dominoes down the road and some other stuff. There were like 20-25 people in the house, so it was kinda noisy. Randolff [sp?] passed me all the notes, cards &amp; gifts you all gave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU!!! IT WAS SO NICE TO HEAR FROM YOU!!! EXPECT THINGS COMING FROM INDIA 2 YOU!!!&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the sports camp. Gosh, was it tiring. Woke up 6+ in the morning, went off to the OM base, and did worship. &lt;br /&gt;This is the kids status during worship.&lt;br /&gt;First day: okay. Second day: GOOD. Third day: even better! Fourth day: kinda distracted. Fifth day: REALLY REALLY GOOD! Sixth day: EAR BURSTING LOUD!!! they are so responive. &lt;br /&gt;Now, my status.&lt;br /&gt;First day: Nervous, okay. Second day: Good! Third day: Encouraged by the kids enthusiasm. So did very well! Fourth day: Slowing down. Fifth day: Slowing down even more. Sixth day: Smack myself, jump around and everything to get more enthu. So, did good. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, first day they gave us the flower wreath! Heavier than expected. Like, just flowers, but lots and LOTS of flowers.&lt;br /&gt;The sports camp, all in all. Was really good!!! Go RL team!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to an "Indian Amusment Park"! Soooo interesting! Rode a camel, watched a puppet show, a magic show &amp; had some awsome food. &lt;br /&gt;The dining experience in itself was amazing to start with. We got there, sat down on cushions on the floor, infront of a little wooden table. On it was a plate: a plate made of leaves, sewn together, that looked like a typical, everyday plate. There were 3 little tin-foil cuppy things, with chutney, and some little Indian chip-things on the side. The Indian chip-things were salty-ish, nice. They started by giving out some sugary looking thing, almost like gula malacca [sp?]. And these little chapati [sp?] looking things, then the waiters (which were dressed in local Indian outfits) put curries in the tin-foil cuppy things. Then they served...actual chapadi [sp?], and gave a little fried piece of bread. It looked like a donut hole, except, it wasn't sweet, and there wasn't much flavour. &lt;br /&gt;When my dad asked the waiter what to do with it, he signalled to dip it in one of the curries. Which I'm guess wasn't an actual curry CURRY. Only looked like it. Then he asked the waiter what to do the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing. He signalled to the spoon and said something like, "Just eat plain sir. Just eat plain." My dads eyes got big (he can't take sugar) and said thank you. When the waiter walked away I tasted the brown sugar/gula malacca looking thing; it was like eating sugar! I scrunched up my nose and told my dad just to taste it, or he might half-die eating a while spoonful of it. &lt;br /&gt;Another highlight: I didn't know that the chutney was an Indian pickled thing. Kinda like acha, only a million catrillion times saltier. So me, being the food-adventure-girl put a big piece in my chapati (just forget the spelling okay?) and put it into my mouth. My mouth.....was.....exploding. So salty!!!! I'll never eat chutney again!!!!! Dad laughed at me later when I'd told him I'd taken a HUGE piece of it. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just yesterday, we went to a wedding celebration ceremony. Mind you, we were going to the brides house. We just figured we'd wear out punjabi suits, and dress all nice...kinda a mistake. We got there, and the girls from the worship team (the worship team was invited) were all just wearing jeans and shirts, or simple punjabi suits. I felt real stupid, wearing my bright red and green suit, with all the sequins and embroidery. 'Shoot', I thought. 'I could've worn my jeans instead of this silly getup.' &lt;br /&gt; Soon after hanging out there for a while. They started taking tumeric paste, and putting on all the ladies neck and feet. (My feet are still a bit yellow now) Then me &amp; Reagan (who were inside the house) heard some screaming and yelling from outside. We looked at each other and figured the worship team people were playing around with the tumeric paste or something. Then the sister who invited us asked us to come outside to play with everyone else. Explaining she was talking all the kids outside to play. We came outside....and there was water flying, screaming, and obvious yellowish-orange stains on the whiter shirts the boys were wearing. Three words: TUMERIC WATER FIGHT!!! Me, Reagan &amp; Zoe (who'd been staring for a while already) just stood and stared. We were obviously invisible to the tumeric water warriors chasing each other and tossing buckets of yellow water on each other. We didn't dare go close in case mom later killed us for getting our clothes yellow stained or anything. Mom, and all the ladies, came out though, and we were allowed to play. Only with plain water, but still. As a welcome to our joining, we got a full bucket of clear, cold water poured on us. After that we just got splashed slightly. So it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all stopped to watch the actual ceremony. The bride-to-be, sat on a low, low, low stool, holding her knees. Then the family members and pastors (one by one) poured rice on her head, shoulders, knees and feet. They also smeared tumeric paste on he face and arms. It was a real interesting day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos on FaceBook!!! Titled: Incredible India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EXPECT A LETTER FROM ME!!! i know you all wanna hear from me ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6624614425168985671?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6624614425168985671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6624614425168985671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-of-weeks-past.html' title='Memories of weeks past ;)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6717431208052218789</id><published>2009-09-12T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:12:17.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In honor of 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear of people dying, I first think of the mother, the father, the brother, the sister, the grandmother, the grandfather, and the uncle or aunt first. How they feel about losing someone they love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that bad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dwell on the past, and sometimes I don't think it's worth it. Sometimes we dwell more often on the bad parts of our life than the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I an awful person because if it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6717431208052218789?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6717431208052218789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6717431208052218789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-honor-of-911-whenever-i-hear-of.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3775547318156182879</id><published>2009-09-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:28:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad got me keyboard! It's not like the Casio, but it's just good to have it. So, yaaay! He and mom also taught me some...circle of keys or something. It'll totally help with my playing for the church. (If I ever play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend after church mom and dad taught their vocal training with the worhship team. Normally, I just sit in the back of the room, but mom &amp; dad wanted me to sit up front. I sit in because Zoe &amp; Reagan are out playing with their friends, and mom &amp; dad want me to be in the worship team. Because all the musicians are also taking the vocal lessons, dad asked all the people who played an instrument to step to one side in groups: guitarists, pianists &amp; drummers. In the end there were only 2-3 people left!!! So the singers will sometimes be musicians, and the musicians will sometimes be singers. Dad says it helps to make them appreciate each other more, and know how the other side works/feels. Also, we can have back-up people for emergencies.&lt;br /&gt; Beriyani &amp; curd for lunch-again! It still tastes as good as when I first had it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we walked out to Secunderabad, which is like 30+ minute walk away. Normallly dad will walk there for buying tendorii &amp; naan when we don't have time to make dinner. This time he took us to a different "hotel" (restraunt) and there were all kinds of nice stuff! Though we all agreed the tendorii and naan still tastes best. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RiverLife team is coming next week for a sports camp! Me, Reagan &amp; Zoe are all helping with a skit, and worship actions. So next week will be pretty busy I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't even remember the last time i saw you. playing the keyboard is addictive you know. when you forget to remember, someone always gets forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3775547318156182879?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3775547318156182879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3775547318156182879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/09/dad-got-me-keyboard-its-not-like-casio.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2158693234859035710</id><published>2009-08-27T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:37:59.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, haven't posted for a while. I'm okay! Not dying of any disease or gotten hit by a car yet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately been interesting. I'm gonna post some random photos on FaceBook, so can look there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yup...okay. I dunno whatta write. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then, and if. AS IF!!! i guess it's okay. back to square one. &lt;br /&gt;[so yesterday, so yesterday. haven't u heard that i'm gonna b okay?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2158693234859035710?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2158693234859035710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2158693234859035710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/08/ooops.html' title='Ooops.'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8547907764364986650</id><published>2009-08-18T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:27:36.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff sniff*</title><content type='html'>I'm missing my keyboard!!! *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday we went gorcery shopping. Only go like every 2 weeks here. It's not easy to get around to the city. We don't have a car, and mom doesn't really want dad to get a motorcycle. And dad's not very sure about driving in Indian traffic. So yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today having some people over for dinner. Mom is making bread and dad is making stew!!! Brownies too!!! -yumyum- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't believe i'm almost half done with my literature composition!!!! hahas!!! YAAAAAY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8547907764364986650?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8547907764364986650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8547907764364986650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/08/sniff-sniff.html' title='*sniff sniff*'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7834429969215925313</id><published>2009-08-06T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:02:53.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so good day</title><content type='html'>Today had a math test. And had 2 others before that, so this was the hardest one. And guess what???? I COULD'VE HAD 100%!!!!!!!! BUT THEN I SKIPPED A QUESTION AND ONLY GOT 98%!!!!!!!!! grrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just school today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7834429969215925313?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7834429969215925313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7834429969215925313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-so-good-day.html' title='Not so good day'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4512613738688070029</id><published>2009-08-01T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:51:27.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Out in India</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went out with my family -just down the road- to a furniture shop. And we walked around. There was this staircase, and it didn't have a railing or anything. There was no straight drop, but a wrong step and you'd fall waaaaaaaaaay down. So yea...it was like my worst nightmare come to life. hehe.&lt;br /&gt; Then the lift only had a gate. I didn't go in it, I took the stairs. Mom &amp; Reagan took it though. *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some of the furniture in our house has termites. There was all this powder, and stuff. Under Zoe's bed, our bookshelf and also a cuboard. Of course, this is the furniture the owner left for us -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all lots! Also MegaLife (since its saturday)&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4512613738688070029?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4512613738688070029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4512613738688070029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-out-in-india.html' title='A Day Out in India'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2533363894925056617</id><published>2009-07-18T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:24:20.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!!</title><content type='html'>India is nice! Cools!!!&lt;br /&gt; Our house is gonna be real sweet. 2 stories, plus a roof that you can walk up onto. So yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much to post about. Been on campus for the past few days. Let me tell you, our first look at the house was...INTERESTING. Let me explain: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside: there were cobwebs on entrance. making the house look kinda deserted and neglected. AND IT HAS BEEN UNUSED FOR 2 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indside: there was dust layering the floor. cobwebs everywhere and the bathroom all moldy and gross. so yea. NOT a good first impression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later. talking to natalie now. and can't type so much at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2533363894925056617?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2533363894925056617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2533363894925056617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello.html' title='HELLO!!!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5188237947740124983</id><published>2009-07-06T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:02:33.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church is back! And so am I!!! *cue dramatic music!!!* Anyway, this sunday there was this awsome going away party for me. &lt;em&gt;THANK YOU ALL THE PEOPLE WHO WERE THERE IN SPIRIT &amp; IN PERSON!!! ALSO ALL THOSE WHO HELPED TO PLAN/KEEP IT A SECRET!!!! (even though i already knew...)&lt;/em&gt; As usual I can't upload photos -.- . Sorry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was really nice. And very fun. Nobody cried (thank God) and so I didn't cry. Haha... yups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACKING FRENZY is going on in the house now. So very busy with that...and very tired cause of that. Also, gets very boring...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;good friends never say goodbye. SO MANY UNGLAM PHOTOS!!! i'm so tired of this. i wish i could turn my brain off. life is so COMPLICATED/CONFUSING!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5188237947740124983?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5188237947740124983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5188237947740124983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/07/church-is-back-and-so-am-i-cue-dramatic.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-39216255267574779</id><published>2009-07-01T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:40:17.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop asking already!!!</title><content type='html'>Everyone has been asking me this question: "When are you leaving?" And it's getting SO BORING! STOP ASKING ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M LEAVING ON THE 13TH OF JULY OKAY? STOP ASKING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-39216255267574779?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/39216255267574779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/39216255267574779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-asking-already.html' title='Stop asking already!!!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6524743019716461760</id><published>2009-06-02T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:06:25.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend there was nothing much...well, ok. Maybe SOME stuff. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Helped out with the RL Kindergarden Open House. Small Ben/Ryan helped out too. Real fun. But had to leave a while. But still had lotsa fun! Matthew, Anna, Suphia and all them were manning my game booth by the time I came back. Anna so cute! She wanted to work the timer, so I let her...haha.&lt;br /&gt; MegaLife was nice. Mom preached, was ok. Well, except for the part about my having to go up front-----yea. AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt; As soon as MegaLife finished I walked -REALLY FAST- to DTE. Bought some M&amp;Ms and walked back. Tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-2nd service was totally...weird. Before I knew it I'd somehow been stuck in the Chinese service...haha. Then went back and played truth or dare with Natalie, Caleb, Nicole &amp; Abby. Abby is evil, it's a side I've never seen before *cue dramatic/creepy music* LOL!&lt;br /&gt; Didn't go to lunch, went to lunch with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;busy holiday. some questions should never be asked, while others should never be answered. curiosity, mystery----never mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6524743019716461760?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6524743019716461760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6524743019716461760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7428850729881750601</id><published>2009-05-27T13:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:35:52.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 14</title><content type='html'>I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I sat up in bed and pulled the covers back. Then I remembered something- the Art Competition! I quickly got up and brushed my teeth. I walked down the stairs and met my mom who was smiling widely. I only then noticed the great breakfast she had prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were feash muffins with orange juice poured into two champegne glasses, with a vase of daisies in the middle. "Wow mom! This is great! But what's the occasion?" I asked in feign curiousity. Mom grinned and said jokingly, "I dunnno...I just felt like giving you a suprise..." I laughed, "Seriously mom. It must have taken you forever! I haven't even won it! If I'll even win...anyway, thanks!" "Faith, even if you loose or win, you'll still be the best artist in my eyes." Mom said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly we heard my parents' bedroom door close. My dad walked down the stairs. When he appeared into the kitchen, he froze at the door. He looked at the table, then at me and mom. "Phew." he said. "For a second I thought I'd walked in on the wrong house or something..." We all laughed loudly and sat down to eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we walked into the school hall, I spotted Katie. Who was waiting impatiently for me by the door. She ran over to me and tugged me to my painting saying, "The judges are coming at 11. And it's only 10, so we can see all the other artwork." She paused, "Well unless you wanna stand around your piece to see what people say about it..." I considered, "How bout we walked around for the first half hour? Then we can stand around my work, and see what people think about it?" "Sure. Let's go!" Katie answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd looked around for about half an hour when we headed over to where my 3 painting hung. We stood around and pretented to look at other paintings while really eavesdropping on some of the conversations about my work. Several people called my work 'almost proffesional', while others had called it 'amazing, so full of soul and feeling', and one person even exclaimed my work 'complete genuis!'. Me and Katie struggled to control out laughter when the guy then told his wife, "These paintings are wonderful! They will win the top prize for sure!". Everyone had given my work only compliments so far and I'd heard no negetive critisism. My heart lifted, only slightly though. It was really what the judges thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11 I stood nervously by my painting. Katie told me they'd been standing at my classmates', Eddie, work for longer than the others. I fidgeted nervously, 'Were they going to like it? Would they think it ametuer? Or inexperinced?'&lt;br /&gt;Katie reported to me 15 minutes later they were walking down the aisle. 'Obviously mine would be the last they'd see.' I thought. I saw the judges, and they stopped at the first 3 paintings. I'd seen them earlier, the collection was all oil colors, and all flowers. I stared stunned at first, the flowers almost looked like you could reach in and touch them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges had finally finished the whole aisle and were walking to my stand of 3 paintings. I smiled nervously at them as they scanned my paintings and made notes on their clipboards. The tallest judge looked me in the eye and smiled. Whether it was good or bad I didn't know, but I smiled back shyly. Afterwards he said, "The winner will be announced on the Monday morning, during assembly." I nodded and wondered if he said that to everyone or just me. They examined my 3 paintings a little while longer, and they walked down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned against the wall, took a deep breath and watched them leave the hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7428850729881750601?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7428850729881750601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7428850729881750601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 14'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2633711642675341409</id><published>2009-05-26T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:29:38.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (music videos &amp; blah)</title><content type='html'>Nothing much this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Went to MegaLife, Crystal was there. The sermon was cool...cell was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Had this thing...so I couldn't rara.&lt;br /&gt; HIGHLIGHT 1: Vikki came runing over, telling us -the whole band- that my, Natalie's, Darren's &amp; Joy's photos was inside a magazine. I remembered the photo thing, I'd forgetten to tell Nat &amp; Nic about it...The whole band came over to see. Nat's mom, only expecting Natalie was stunned. She just opened her eyes wide and let us see the magazine... LOL&lt;br /&gt; HIGHLIGHT 2: While walking to church we teased Vanessa and Chee Yann. Considering Vanessa talked with him for more than 20 min on the same subject-musicals. &lt;br /&gt; HIGHLIGHT 3: Watched some kinda music vid competition entries on CY laptop. REALLY FUNNY! &lt;br /&gt; HIGHLIGHT 4: I went to Natalie's house. We played this computer game, and played piano and talked for a while. Then she went to pick up her sis at my house, and I went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends the weekend. Oh yea, I didn't come home till like 12:30 on friday! My parents decided to go out for supper with a cell. And since only I was there, it was ok. But I was really tired on saturday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2633711642675341409?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2633711642675341409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2633711642675341409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-music-videos-blah.html' title='Weekend (music videos &amp; blah)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7095874474331173806</id><published>2009-05-06T10:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:37:30.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Hey people! I'm ba-ack! The trip was so fun! It was cool, like outta this world! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1-Went on the plane. Went on the high speed train. When it comes you feel this HUGE gust of wind. The inside was nice, and I basically stoned most of the trip, cause it was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, afterwards, we got out. We met Mr &amp; Mrs. Park. They had the Doulos van -one of eight- and we headed to the ship. They have 2 kids: Ji Yoon &amp; Enchel. Ji Yoon and Zoe get along real well, so did Reagan and Enchel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2- We went on a tour of the ship, like MEGA COOL! The engine room is loud, and they only had 1 generator on! Imagine all EIGHT running! The engineers have to wear ear plugs all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3- We went sailing. From Ghao xiong to Hua lien, and man was it rough! As soon as we crossed the tip of the island, the whole ship was tossing INSANELY!! I was on the top bunk, and because I had gotten dizzy I went to lie down. I was holding onto this wooden thing for dear life. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4- We arrived at Hua Lien, and we went onto the ship. As we were coming in, this fireboat came to guide us in! It was spraying water and everything! Then there were these traditional dancers on the keyside, and we watched them as we came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5- Official Opening of the Doulos. Me &amp; Reagan joined the school for art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6- Open Day! With exhibits, games and more cool exhibits! LOL! I was awestruck by this one guy. He was showing us some of the stuff the Deckies (people who work on the deck) use and he was a Deckie himself. (TAKE NOTE OF THAT) He picked up this big, metal link and held it like it was nothing. He told us it was one of the links for the anchor, an old one that had rusted so had to be replaced. He let mom try to hold and she staggered, luckily the guy grabbed it before she dropped it! Then he saw me staring and let me try. He was still holding it...and I slowly sank to my knees from the weight. He took it back before I fell. PHEW!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7- Went with Isabella to Salt Co. a kids group. They play games and stuff. Yelling, screaming &amp; laughing was heard through out the whole ship (jkjk). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8- Went to the Toroko Gorge with the Park family. Really cool! We went hiking, then we went and drove around. It was soooooooooooo B-E-A-UTIFUL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9- We left. Ending out trip on the Duolos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, exciting, scary...btw, Eunchel, if you read this. THAT WAS SO NOT FUNNY WITH THE SCARING THING! SO NOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7095874474331173806?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7095874474331173806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7095874474331173806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5232036184004064377</id><published>2009-04-28T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:36:33.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doulos</title><content type='html'>Yo people! I'm writing from the Doulos. We got some internet access out here. It's sooooo cool! In my next post I'll upload my pictures. I'll tell you how I got the pictures in my next post. I hope ya'll miss me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss-kiss&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS: Miss me LOADS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5232036184004064377?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5232036184004064377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5232036184004064377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/doulos.html' title='Doulos'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-645315658962974509</id><published>2009-04-07T11:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:01:31.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! (lunch with the band)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciG0r-fAHks/Sds-9icZWoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cj9q7iZK0lM/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciG0r-fAHks/Sds-9icZWoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cj9q7iZK0lM/s320/139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321916611607222914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is Kenneth, the living, breathin Playground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciG0r-fAHks/SdrR9_BB6OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oc6XN2OFYew/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321796772509640930 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciG0r-fAHks/SdrR9_BB6OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oc6XN2OFYew/s320/131.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; These are some guys I don't know tryna squish each other. *looks innocent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty normal though. Though I talked to Dorathea before service. Which &lt;em&gt;has never happened before.&lt;/em&gt; But...ya. Same old, same old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Walked to church with Natalie. Small group was. Um...uncomfortable(?). Weird, ya weird. Then lunch with the band was FUNNY! Me &amp; Nicole were falling over ourselves laughing. LOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who is the guy who ____________________? ______________! *Laughs, rolls eyes &amp; punches Ryan really hard* LOL! Don't ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-645315658962974509?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/645315658962974509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/645315658962974509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-lunch-with-band.html' title='Weekend! (lunch with the band)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ciG0r-fAHks/Sds-9icZWoI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Cj9q7iZK0lM/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4092490166518994185</id><published>2009-04-03T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:35:18.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 13</title><content type='html'>I pulled out a canvas and put my brush into the paints. I stared at my sketch of the flower patch and started painting. After about 2 hours I took a break. I inspected my work, and was very pleased with it. The actual paintings looked really good compared to the sketches! I breathed a sigh of relief and sank back into my chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished 3 paintings for the competition that week. Katie came over on Monday to get a ride to school. When she saw them she took a sharp breath in. "Oh Faith! They look amazing!" She almost dropped it when she grabbed my arm. "Watch it! You &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; want them to get to school right?" I said. Katie laughed, "Yes, sorry. But...they're just so great! Like, with the colors, it makes them look 100 times better! Not that they weren't great in the first place." Katie said hurridly. On the ride to school Katie asked, "What is the prize for the art competition anyway?" "You get a really cool workshop with these really cool proffesionals. Some of my favorite artists are gonna be there." I said excitedly. "Oh! Wouldn't that be cool if you got it?!" Katie said, equally excited. We got out of the car and loaded the paintings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As me &amp; Katie walked into the art classroom, Mrs.Tillman helped us carry the 3 paintings. "Faith! These are &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;! I wouldn't be suprised if you got first place!" Mrs.Tillman said. "Thank you."I said, smiling modestly. "I'm sincerely looking forward to the competition day!" Mrs.Tillman said happily. As me and Katie were walking out, Amy Carson walked into the room. With 2 paintings in her hands. She showed them to Mrs.Tillman, who praised them highly. Though with not much enthusiasm as when she was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for the day! I wanted to all the artwork, and also see who got the prize! But...would it get it? Would the judges find my pieces just as inexperienced as Mrs. Tillman found them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4092490166518994185?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4092490166518994185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4092490166518994185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 13'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2213592166145823534</id><published>2009-03-30T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:36:24.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! (baptism, and more water)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was totally crazy! Saturday was insane, and sunday was funny!!! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had worship practice, then went to celebrate Isaac's bday. We were all rushing around, tryna get everything ready. Then Isaac walked by the door, which had a window and saw us. So it wasn't much of a suprise. Jayna &amp; Joan worked like crazy tryna get the video working. In the end, it was cool. MegaLife was interesting. Then there was baptism. Me, Natalie &amp; Michelle somehow got all matched up. Dunno why though...&lt;br /&gt;The water was freezing, I tell you. &lt;em&gt;FREEZING&lt;/em&gt;!!! I shivered when I went in and shivered even more when I went out. My teeth were chattering like insane! Afterwards, went to hang out with C2. LOL! &lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone always tries to get the better of me, but I'll never give in!!!!! One day, oh hoho, one day&lt;/blockquote&gt; Jesse was his usual self same old, same old. *sighs &amp; slouches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Woke up when my alarm went off! YAY!!! Small group was sooo roudy. They simply &lt;em&gt;could not&lt;/em&gt; sit still. Kids will be kids. After 2nd service went to lunch with my family. Then went to hang with the band. While walking home, it started raining. HARD, VERY VERY VERY HARD. I had to stay at Natalie's house cause it was raining sooo hard! My jeans were soaked, so was my ML Camp jacket. We just hung out. Then I went with her family to dinner. (THNX NAT!!!!) Me &amp; Natalie joked about trading sisters for about a week. LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was a great weekend! I can't wait for next weekend!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2213592166145823534?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2213592166145823534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2213592166145823534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-baptism-and-more-water.html' title='Weekend! (baptism, and more water)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-9210438857950272669</id><published>2009-03-26T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:34:59.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 12</title><content type='html'>I took a deep breath before following Katie into the hall. There was music playing and kids talking. Some of them were my age, others younger. As I walked through the hall to talk to Katie, I recognized some of the people she was talking to. They were from our school! I froze for a second, wondering what exactly I should do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faith! Get over here!" Katie said loudly. She had to, or I wouldn't have heard her over all the noise. "I think you remember Noah and Sarah from our English class right?" Katie smiled at them. "Ya. Hi." I smiled slightly. "Whaddaya think of youth group so far Faith?" Sarah asked. "It's definantly...not what I expected." I said cautiously. "Oh? You were probably expecting hymns, old fashioned English and boring, boring, boring right?" Noah asked, defensively. "No! Not at all! Katie always says you all do cool stuff! She told me about that one time she went rock-climbing, and you played laser-tag and stuff." I quickly replied. "Yup, that's what we do round here. Have fun." Noah sounded smug. I was confused, what was Noah being so defensive about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As me &amp; Katie took our seats she whispered in my ear, "Sorry bout Noah. He's always like that. He's not prejudice or anything to non-Christians. It's just that in his old home-town everyone there had the wrong idea about Christianity and always made fun of him." I glanced at Noah, who'd seated himself next to Sarah and smiled slightly at Katie. The service was interesting. We played games, and the music they played was nice. But when the pastor started talking, I got kinda bored. I doodled on the notepad that I'd brought. I was listening, I just didn't like looking up to the stage the whole time. Sometimes the pastor would scan the crowd, and each time I wanted to duck my head and hide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the pastor was finished, everyone headed out. "We're gonna go for dinner. Would you and Faith like to come?" Sarah asked. "Sure! We still have some time before we need to head home." Katie replied enthusiacticly. On the walk there I kept quiet and studied Katie, Sarah &amp; Noah. Even though it was getting cold out, I hadn't brought a jacket. I kept my hands in my pockets, so they wouldn't get numb. Sarah noticed and lent me her gloves. "I hope you're feeling alright, you're very quiet tonight." Sarah shyly commented. "Oh, well...um. Ya know. Just thinking." I answered. I hadn't noticed that they'd been studying me the whole time I'd been studying them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that's so different about them? They're all patient and kind, well, Noah had yet to show that side of himself. But I was sure he had that side. I wondered about it all night long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-9210438857950272669?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/9210438857950272669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/9210438857950272669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-era_26.html' title='Dark Era 12'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7375984805241141587</id><published>2009-03-15T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:05:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! (fruits, and a little bit nuts)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was FUNNY! Laughed till my cheeks hurt. Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Went to worship practice. Was kinda bored till we did 'Praise Your Holy Name'. Really nice! Megalife, normal. Had the baptism interview before cell. I wanted to run off screaming when it was done. Here's what happened at the end: 'Are you nervous or something?' 'Um...sorta.' 'Oh. Well your face is kinda red.' 'OH.' 'It's even redder now! You're so cute!' Yup. I covered my face with the I HAVE DECIDED cards. I think I got even redder after that! I wonder if blushing is a medical condition????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Woke up at 5am for &lt;em&gt;no reason at all!!!&lt;/em&gt; So I just stoned and fell asleep for half an hour more. Got to church and had sound check, quick practice. 1st service worship was kinda...shaky. 2nd service was so much better. Sitting at the atrium was boring. Luckily some of the guys made it more interesting. Natalie has such nice songs on her ipod! Lunch was the most interesting thing in the whole weekend. &lt;br /&gt; Everyone decided to go to Just Acia. Shared with Natalie. Laughed sooo hard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i like mango...ice-cream i mean!!!' i said. 'who thinks nicole is crazy? *everyone raises hands*-even Nicole!!! i wanna go sentosa!!!!! a usual, crazy weekend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7375984805241141587?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7375984805241141587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7375984805241141587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-fruits-and-little-bit-nuts.html' title='Weekend! (fruits, and a little bit nuts)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7119638613385515128</id><published>2009-03-11T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:57:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I hate math so much. I stink at it too. Mom isn't even here so I could ask her for some help. Gonna fail my math test...*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7119638613385515128?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7119638613385515128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7119638613385515128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/math.html' title='Math!!!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2585986942507282970</id><published>2009-03-10T10:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:34:43.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 11</title><content type='html'>I took a deep breath. I opened the classroom door a crack, and it creaked. Loudly. Mrs. Tillman looked up from the papers she was grading, and smiled slightly. 'Hello...Faith right?' I nodded, I didn't dare say anything. I walked up to her desk and put the portfolio down. 'I thought you might like to look at these...' I trailed off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started towards the door and opened it. 'Faith?', Mrs. Tillman asked quietly, 'Did you do these?' I closed the door and said, 'Yea.' 'These are very good. Would you mind making a few oil paintings for the art competition?' My heart stopped and a huge smile broke onto my face. 'Sure! That'd be great!' 'I'll pass you the information for the art competition tomorrow.' I nodded and headed towards the door again. 'Faith?' I turned, 'Yes, Mrs. Tillman?' 'Some of your old sketches were...not very good. How did you suddenly get so.....good?' I just smiled at her and shrugged. 'I dunno. I guess what I showed you wasn't my best work.' I walked out of the classroom jumping up and down inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Katie while heading to English. 'Hey! You'll never guess what! I got into the art competition!' I said excitedly. 'What?! That's great! What made Mrs. Tillman change her mind?' I dropped my voice to a whisper, 'I showed her the sketches from the garden patch.' 'Oh Faith! You were an amazing artist in the first place! I have no idea why Mrs. Tillman didn't give you a chance the minute she saw your work!' Katie was really excited now. 'Well Mrs. Tillman didn't see any emotion or soul in my work...I'm just guessing though. And when I see some of my older sketches. I guess it's true, there wasn't anything much in it.' Katie looked still looked happy but she was staring at me funny. 'What? Why are you staring at me like that?' I asked, a little freaked out. 'Oh, nothing. Would you like to go to church with me on Saturday?' She asked. 'Um...I dunno. But I gotta get to class.' I hurried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; wanna see what Katie's church was like. She was always saying how fun and cool it was. But...maybe...I shouldn't. It'd be weird. I wouldn't even know anyone there! It'd be weird. But...maybe. Just maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2585986942507282970?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2585986942507282970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2585986942507282970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 11'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5047232076876545212</id><published>2009-03-08T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:09:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (ow!, no lunch...)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was...ok. Nothing much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-It was pouring &lt;em&gt;soooooo&lt;/em&gt; hard that me and dad had to get a ride to church. Got in the lift, and when it got to the 1st floor my cell walked in. So just followed them to the Worship Centre. Cell was funny, laughed a lot. But, nothing completly jaw-dropping happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Walked to church. My small group is getting funner/cuter. They're all sooo cute! Drew some designs, though they really stink. I couldn't think of anything new!!! I guess I can't control my artistic inspirations...*sigh*. Then went to lunch with my dad and siblings. Basically this week was: normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jayna talking, waiting for me to reply* *natalie jabs me with her elbow* 'ow!' jayna, 'ow???' 'lets play the hand game!!!' 'oh. my. gosh. REALLY?!!!!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5047232076876545212?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5047232076876545212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5047232076876545212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-ow-no-lunch.html' title='Weekend (ow!, no lunch...)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1429516841606326202</id><published>2009-03-05T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:16:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. MSN not working. SOOOO ANNOYING! Even mom's one has problems with signing on. So not just my com...wonder what's wrong????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1429516841606326202?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1429516841606326202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1429516841606326202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2903437006626859302</id><published>2009-03-02T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:38:44.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looked at the 'YOU' MegaLife 2008 Camp. Sooo nice! Thinking of it reminds me that...never mind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN isn't working!!!! Officially bored.&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the planets all align, and you look into my eyes and just like that: the chemicals react. (aly &amp; aj)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2903437006626859302?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2903437006626859302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2903437006626859302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/looked-at-you-megalife-2008-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3786157128076497818</id><published>2009-03-01T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:07:41.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend (umbrellas &amp; siblings)</title><content type='html'>This week was...interesting. Lots of unplanned, random stuff happened.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Had cell in multiple places. First went to Grace Canopy for games. Then went to this totally TINY room for worship. All the girls moved out, and had worship outside. Then went upstairs to have discussion. Turns out Natalie is gonna be my partner for the 50 Day 'Celebrate Jesus!'. :D&lt;br /&gt; Before walking to the bus stop me and Natalie had a tug of war with the umbrella. &lt;em&gt;It was me and Natalie against the umbrella.&lt;/em&gt; We kept pressing this button, when we only had to push it open. Afterwards we were like, "Dumb umbrella. But we're dumber." The gate was locked so we just walked the long way round. Halfway Natalie saw it wasn't raining, so she closed the umbrella. It started again after 5 minutes, so she opened it up again. &lt;em&gt;Right in my face!!!&lt;/em&gt; Laughed till she couldn't even hold the umbrella straight!!! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Small group was MUCH better than usual. Got the girls to be calm. FINALLY. Outside, played truth or dare with Nicole, Natalie &amp; Caleb. Boring, cause no one chose Dare. I mean, who would? Only a complete IDIOT would choose Dare.&lt;br /&gt; Had to take Zoe &amp; Reagan with me to lunch. Gosh...nearly went insane, but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't believe i did that! TOTALLY gonna regret. Weekend's over ALREADY?! NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3786157128076497818?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3786157128076497818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3786157128076497818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend-umbrellas-siblings.html' title='Weekend (umbrellas &amp; siblings)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8029305924122066693</id><published>2009-02-23T10:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:07:41.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend (Planetshakers!!!!)</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been hilarious. I've been finding it harder to stop laughing...This weekend has been crazy, totally insane. Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt; Saturday-Went to worship practice. Went ok I guess. Then I don't remember lunch. MegaLife was cool, interesting. Cell, also ok. Nothing much on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt; Sunday-Woke up super early, for no reason at all. My alarm didn't even go off -.-. Worship was good, better than normal weeks. After breakfast, went to the atrium and did: don't remember. After the teachers' meeting went to wander round. Once 2nd worship was over everyone went out to the atrium. Got 'Celebrate Jesus' done really fast. Played 'truth or dare' with Natalie, Nicole &amp; Caleb. Nearly fell out of my chair when Caleb &lt;em&gt;LICKED THE FLOOR. AND IT WASN'T EVEN A DARE. HE JUST DID IT.&lt;/em&gt; LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was funny! Ryan made me laugh till I couldn't breathe. haha! Went to a Planetshakers workshop, totally cool! Darren had to walk out of the room to pick up Kenneth. He was like, "I have to walk past Planetshakers! OMIGOSH!!!" Everyone was like, "Just hope he doesn't faint or something." During the Q&amp;A time the guy was like: "Well. All I have to say is....BAM!!!" *everyone jump out of their seats* i nearly jumped out of my chair! He did it again and Piying screamed. LOL!!! When it was over we went to Macs. Drank coke and listened to everyone talking. Hilarious. Till, Ryan started being a total PEST. Punched him like dunno how many times in that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'all I have to say is:....BANG!!!' *everybody jumps out of their chairs* 'seriously?!' i screamed, 'OMIGOSH!!!!' 'wonder what the floor tastes like here...' *jumps out of chair and licks the floor* HAHA!!!! gonna die laughing on of these weekends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8029305924122066693?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8029305924122066693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8029305924122066693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-planetshakers.html' title='Weekend (Planetshakers!!!!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4897686169710052858</id><published>2009-02-19T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:37:30.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>This week has been interesting. Got nothing much goin on. Just listening to music and being bored...as usual. Chinese homework is waiting again. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like taylor swift's 'our song'. and it's all nicole's fault!!! haha! gosh, i can't wait 4 the weekend. tho this week hasn't been as boring as others...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4897686169710052858?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4897686169710052858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4897686169710052858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1351886016865373000</id><published>2009-02-15T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:38:40.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend (friends &amp; bday!!!)</title><content type='html'>Today was f-u-n! Had to work like &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt; to distract Natalie from seeing the card. &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAY NATALIE!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, worship was really good today. 1st service there were dunno how many mistakes, 2nd service was sooo much better. Really felt the kids were into it, at least, I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then did nothing. Just hung out with everyone. Then lunch was fun, me &amp; Nicole kept singing along with the songs that Fish &amp; Co. played. Hahas. Nothing much this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'hi.'he joked. *happy birthday!!!*we sang. weekend: i dunno what to think anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1351886016865373000?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1351886016865373000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1351886016865373000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-friends-bday.html' title='Weekend (friends &amp; bday!!!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4748526111890143041</id><published>2009-02-12T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:43:38.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confused &amp; bored. All these= very bored, and frustrated. Ahhh! Gotta find something to do, I know! I'll listen to music. I've been doing that very often lately, other than reading. Right now I'm reading Nance Drew, very interesting (also scary). I'm running out if things to listen to. Any suggestions, I gotta search for Switchfoot and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baptism testimony!!! i gotta write it. but i dunno how. weekend is the only time i ever leave this house for almost a whole day. ugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4748526111890143041?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4748526111890143041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4748526111890143041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/confused-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-116873567391380166</id><published>2009-02-11T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:34:26.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 10</title><content type='html'>Well, it was worth a shot right? Mrs. Tillman didn't say I could try again, did she? I searched my memory, no, I didn't remember her saying anything like that. 'I need to go to the flower patch, and draw. Maybe I'll be able to get enough sketches for a short portfolio.' I thought to myself. I picked up my sketch book and a folder, and headed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I'd reached the gate to the park I started having second thoughts. 'Maybe Mrs. Tillman won't like them. Maybe I'm just getting my hopes up again.' I walked through the gate anyway, and sat down at the bench, at the flower patch. I started sketching, and occasionally looked up at the flower patch, just to reassure myself that I wasn't floating into my own reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'd been there for about 3 hours I looked through the 5 sketches I'd finished.  The first one was of me and Him -I couldn't call Him Jesus, it still freaked me out a bit- looking at each other. He seemed to be talking to me, and I was just looking at Him, completly spellbound, hanging onto every work He said. &lt;br /&gt;The second was interesting: I was standing in the middle of the flower patch, and there was a butterfly flying round my head. I was watching it with a peaceful expression, in a total natural pose; my hands in my jeans pockets. &lt;br /&gt;The third was odd: The garden patch looked dead, yet there was one flower right in the middle blooming and just said life through the death. &lt;br /&gt;The fourth: There was a little kid standing over a candle. With a hand on his shoulder, he looked completly contented. &lt;br /&gt;The fifth: There was a sunset, yet something seemed sad about it. And you could see a back-veiw of a cross. And there was a little girl kneeling by it, looking up at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck them in the file, along with all the other sketched I'd drawn. 'These will get me into the art competition,  I know it' I reassured myself. But Mrs. Tillman was the only one who could assure of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-116873567391380166?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/116873567391380166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/116873567391380166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/dark-era_11.html' title='Dark Era 10'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2839366622984616698</id><published>2009-02-08T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:25:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (dunno what 2 write here)</title><content type='html'>I truly didn't expect anything to happen this weekend. I thought I was gonna have a boring weekend, like usual...boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Went to service. Then had cell, one of the funniest things ever!!! Laughed with Natalie till I couldn't breathe. And walked to the bus-stop with Natalie &amp; Cystaline(sp?). When I got home I just stared at the ceiling. Then on Sunday, I was completly unable to keep my eyes open while walking to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Helped out in rara and small group. One of the girls were SOOO sweet! Went and drew a picture for me. *awwwwwwwww* Then went to lunch with the band. Again, laughed till I couldn't breathe. Then went to watch the guys go bowling. Didn't GO bowling, but we -me &amp; Nicole-WATCHED them bowl. Fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*spits out coke*'eeewww!'everyone screamed. 'everyone's ganging up on me!!!!'i whined. 'wanna go bowling?'they asked. Weekend: funny times, serious times, sad times &amp; shocking times make up my weekend!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2839366622984616698?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2839366622984616698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2839366622984616698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-dunno-what-2-write-here.html' title='Weekend (dunno what 2 write here)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5794764282395858108</id><published>2009-02-05T12:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:34:10.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 9</title><content type='html'>Katie looked intently at me, waiting for me to say something. There were millions of things floating through my mind, I was getting lost in my own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook out of my fogginess, and said to Katie, 'Um...right. Maybe you should go now.' 'What?' Katie asked, 'You don't have anything to say?' 'I don't have anything to say cause I can't choose what to say.' I replied quietly. 'Ok. I understand this is a lot to take at once, maybe you need to think it over.' She said it almost like she was hopeful. 'Yea. I need to think about this.' I said, almost whispering. Katie nodded and headed for the door. But before she left she said, 'Faith...' she wanted to say something big. I could tell by her expression, but she just let out a breath and said, 'Call me if you need anything ok?' I nodded and she walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down -hard- into my chair. I wanted to draw, go back to the garden patch, but why? I was almost scared about what I would draw. 'Get a hold of yourself!' I screamed in my head. 'What can I do?'I thought to myself. 'I cannot draw, who knows what wil turn up on the paper next?' I let my eyes go round my room, and my eyes fell on my desk. 'Ok. Homework. Perfect, no drawing needed in homework.' I sat sat at my desk, but my hand didn't wanna write. It started drawing, right on my english paper! I immediatly pulled my hand and shook my hand thinking, 'It's just stress. That's all. Chill.' I could write again after that. No problems for the rest of my homework. But, what was that? My hand had just started by itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fine. Fine I'll draw. Or else who knows when I'll suddenly loose control of my hand again?' I picked up my sketch pad, and just started. The finished piece was a horizen, and there was a cross. You could only see the back, and there was someone kneeling at it. I looked closer. It was me! I nearly fell out of my chair. 'Ok. This is getting weird. But, it's a great picture. One of the best ones I've ever done.' I flipped back to all the other pictures of the flower patch, then to all the other ones. All the ones at the garden patch were better than any of my older drawings! I could see what Mrs. Tillman meant by inexperienced. She didn't mean inexperienced, she meant depth of soul! There was no feeling or emotion in any of my other drawings. Maybe I could go back? Maybe I finally get into the art competition! But, would Mrs. Tillman like them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5794764282395858108?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5794764282395858108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5794764282395858108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 9'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-430200736339650160</id><published>2009-02-02T11:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:34:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (CNY visiting)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had so much fun! I don't remember having so much fun on a Sunday before. Normally it's saturday I have fun, but since the scheduel has changed...not really. Anyway here's what happened yesterday:&lt;br /&gt; After church I got to 'cake' Nicole. Super fun! But got all chocolate-y after that. *sigh* Then went for lunch at KFC. Fun!!!!! Then here's what we did at the houses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house: Sang till my voice started cracking at the high notes.&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth's house: Played with his dog, and jumped on a trampoline. SUPER COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Natalie's house: Played polar-bear-hunter-healer-game. Dunno what's the name. Then played elactro circuit or something like that. All you heard during that game was tap-taptap-taptap-tap then...BANG! And everyone start screaming/laughing. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;Chee Yan's house: Ate and talked. Hilarious stuff. By the time everyone was done, all the girls had to go home. Leaving me as the only girl.&lt;br /&gt;Ben's house: Played bridge till -.-. Got Ben as a partner almost every game! Then got Darren as a partner, we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over it...&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'she really said that? oh man!'i said. 'haha'they laughed. tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-taptap. BANG! 'i think i'm in troooouble...'i said. *smash cake* scream!!!! hahas. weekend: crazy, insane &amp; fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-430200736339650160?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/430200736339650160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/430200736339650160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend-cny-visiting.html' title='Weekend (CNY visiting)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5450852493448119411</id><published>2009-01-31T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:15:42.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday(happy bday!!!!)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to the Sentosa Flower show. I got lots of nice pics. I'll upload them next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's bday party rocked! HAPPY BDAY NIKKI!(if you're reading this) Got there and met Natalie. Huiting told us that she smsed Nicole she was sick, and couldn't make it. Me &amp; Natalie knew that she was gonna show up with the cake. Fun! Then Dorathea came and hung out with her. When Kenneth came we all just ignored him, and he had this totally sweet bouqet made out of ferrero roche(sp?) wrappers. It was super cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all played splat and murderer. I haven't had so much fun in a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'happy b'day!'we said. 'You're what?!'they asked. 'no way! you're joking right?!'they asked. 'no. i'm not.'i said. &lt;br /&gt; i give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5450852493448119411?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5450852493448119411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5450852493448119411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterdayhappy-bday.html' title='Yesterday(happy bday!!!!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8845167455798995375</id><published>2009-01-28T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:59:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>This CNY was one of the most interesting. It really made me think about family, and appreciate them more. Like, because my moms' side of the family is in America I don't see them often. And I really miss them, come to think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, family. What is it? To some people it might be huge, some small. And some might have none at all, but what about your &lt;em&gt;FAMILY&lt;/em&gt;? What I mean by &lt;em&gt;FAMILY&lt;/em&gt; is, friends, anuties, uncles &amp; loved ones. They're your family too. They might not have ANY real relation to you, but they're still your family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, this CNY didn't really seem long and tiring as it usually does. I guess I enjoyed myself. Okok. I DID enjoy myself, quite a bit. And, not just because of the hongbao and stuff. Because of...family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss them. But I got one big, huge FAMILY right here in Singapore. So, I'm happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8845167455798995375?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8845167455798995375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8845167455798995375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4432874593134584989</id><published>2009-01-24T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:21:13.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (CNY service &amp; introducions)</title><content type='html'>The CNY service was sooo fun! I helped with rara-ing. &lt;br /&gt; Then, came the dance. Super funny! Smiled during the thing till my cheeks hurt. My brain and my heart were saying to different things. Heart:smile, it's for the kids. Brain:ouch! stop smiling you idiot!. Me: Smile. Then suck cheeks in, and after the dance I felt my face frozen in a smile. So I was massaging my cheeks like insane. HURT LIKE CRAZY. When I smiled after service I felt a little twinge of pain. So, ouch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After service was also funny. Standing with Ryan &amp; Darren. I said something to Darren in chinese. Then they were trying to get me to say something else. I just said, 'Bu yao.' Then Ryan was using cruel irony and said,'Wow! Amberlie's speaking CHINESE! I'm so amazed.' Me: 'Whatever!' I laughed after that. But the whole time, my brain was saying:OW,OW,OW! STOP IT YOU IDIOT!' Finally I managed to stop smiling. It's hard to laugh and not smile at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little snippets: A pizza hut, a pizza hut. Kentucky Fried Chicken and pizza hut.' 'This is my little sister.' *bop*, the Ryan joke. HAHAS! laughing till cheeks hurt like CRAZY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4432874593134584989?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4432874593134584989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4432874593134584989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-cny-service-introducions.html' title='Weekend (CNY service &amp; introducions)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2678247584760234448</id><published>2009-01-22T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:47:31.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Bored. VERY VERY VERY BORED. So I'll write. Nothing to write about though. Well, lately I've been thankful for all the friends that I have. So here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby:You rule. I'll never forget how many times we've talked, laughed and just hung out together. You are just...wow. I don't even know how to describe you. You're just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Piying: Same. You rock. You're the sweetest, most cheer-up-est person I've ever met. You have your quirks, true. But they're what make you Piying.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:Most encouraging, and faithful friend ever. No matter how many times I've been annoying or have bugged you, you still hang out with me. BTW, your singing rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole:Ditto. We can sometimes have our spats, but you are still a totally dear friend. And your dancing is super good...&lt;br /&gt;Dorathea:I dunno if you read my blog but, I gotta write this. You are the nicest, most caring person I've met. No matter how many times I've bugged you with smses and stuff, you still stick by me. You are a real BRIO girl.&lt;br /&gt;Huiting:Totally encouraging in every situation. And always have shown wisdom no matter what, you are COOL. Ice cold.&lt;br /&gt;Persis:Also, dunno if you read my blog. But, whatever. During 2008 'You' camp, I got to know you more. It was great hanging with you then, and I still have fun hanging wit you on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Ben Leow:Leon. What can I say? You are annoying. You drive me INSANE. But a good kind of insane. The kind of insane that makes me feel like I could handle anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:YANR! You also drive me insane with your crazy antics. But, you always make me laugh. Even when I'm totally out of it, you make me laugh till my stomach hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anymore, my fingers hurt. Everyone else who I didn't mention: Know you are valued, treasured &amp; loved!!! You all rock &amp; rule!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;thnx 4 having my back. you rock. thnx 4 making me laugh. you're amazing. thnx 4 cheering me up. you're amazing, wonderful &amp; SUPER!!!!+all the other words that mean cool. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2678247584760234448?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2678247584760234448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2678247584760234448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1702728571857299841</id><published>2009-01-18T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:52:51.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (cheezels &amp; weird phone calls)</title><content type='html'>This week was weird. So I'll start from the beginning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Went to band practice. After that did nothing with Abby &amp; Nicole. Then, got left behind on the way to lunch. Helped Aunty Rena with some CNY stuff. Went to MegaLife, and had cell...The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Got to church and practiced. Then after 2nd service had Cheezels' party. Here are some highlights: 1.Sang this TOTALLY COOL acepella thing. 2.It was totally touching, and almost everyone cried. (meaning almost all the girls. the guys were trying to be macho, but you could still see tears in their eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what happened,&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;little snippets of the weekend. 'Soon it'll be you', he said. 'Awww. Don't cry!' we said. 'Are you serving tommorrow?' he asked. ONE CRAZY WEEKEND.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1702728571857299841?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1702728571857299841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1702728571857299841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-cheezels-weird-phone-calls.html' title='Weekend! (cheezels &amp; weird phone calls)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3624113234754040024</id><published>2009-01-13T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:53:14.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking back on this month and last year. I've noticed somthing very repetitive: I'm camera-shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've grown up in a culture where people turn away from the camera. Also, I -&lt;em&gt;basically all the time&lt;/em&gt;- look awful in photos. Maybe it's not that I look awful, it's just not that I'm not used to looking at myself. I mean, when was the last time you spent half your time infront of the mirror (a)blowing kisses at yourself (b)trying to fix you hair, checking your lipgloss or just looking in the mirror to diss your looks??? (b)? I thought so. And people who do (a), you really need counselling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, the emo version of why I don't like photos is that: It does't show soul. I mean, when you smile and look at the camera does it show how you are with your friends? Does it tell you how much you love you mom and dad? No, you just see a picture of a person smiling at the camera. You just see a mask. True, you can see through the picture that  that person is nice looking, cool or likes to smile. But it doesn't really SHOW the real person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How 'bout turning your head TOWARDS the camera when it's pointed at you? I'll TRY, TRY mind you... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3624113234754040024?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3624113234754040024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3624113234754040024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3085303277013829375</id><published>2009-01-12T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:55:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (megalife bulliten)</title><content type='html'>My weekend was WIERD. As usual. So, here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-I agreed to act for this skit thing. So I walked to church with Natalie. It was sooo weird. I only can plead insanity on my case for agreeing to acting and not walking out...Well, that was just the first part of the day. Lunch was only ok. Nothing much there. It was after MegaLife that weird stuff started happening. &lt;br /&gt; Well after I got home and had been reading. I remembered the Megalife bulliten. I just decided to read it, because I was bored. And I started reading &lt;em&gt;from the back&lt;/em&gt;. Once I'd gotten to the MHS testimonies I wanted to put down the bulliten. My MHS attemps had failed miserably, why bother? But &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; kept me reading. And by the time I'd read the last -well, first. I started reading from the back, remember?- page of testimonies I felt like crying. As I wrote in my diary, 'Ordinary people, ordinary lives, but one AMAZING God.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Had to do the skit thing, and once again: I plead insanity to anyone who asks me why I did it at all. And after the second service I worked on the song me &amp; Natalie wrote. I can't believe Ben/Kenneth thought it was nice! I felt really weird sharing it. Like kinda strange. Well, suprise, suprise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a roller-coaster ride, we need to buckle up and hold on! Cause there's no getting off!!! (you can qoute me:P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3085303277013829375?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3085303277013829375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3085303277013829375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-megalife-bulliten.html' title='Weekend (megalife bulliten)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5730657063245203000</id><published>2009-01-06T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:39:10.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>I went to Cinderella (the musical) yesterday, and it was &lt;em&gt;AMAZING&lt;/em&gt;!!! It was way better than the Nutcracker, though I'd been more hyped up about that one. The set, actors, dancing...well EVERYTHING was great! I just loved it. That's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait 4 the weekend! i'll have something to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one step at a time, there's no need to rush. its like learning to fly and falling in love. its supposed to happen, its gonna happen, and you'll find the reasons why. one step at a time.-Jordin Sparks (one step at a time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5730657063245203000?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5730657063245203000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5730657063245203000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4403762152815088452</id><published>2009-01-04T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:13:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (was that reality?)</title><content type='html'>Well, lately weird stuff has been happening. I'll give an example through saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to band practice. But didn't feel like singing. I was totally tired cause I couldn't sleep the whoooooole night. Then, during megalife I started doing random stuff in my notebook. Writing poems/songs...well attempting really. They don't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok. Celebrated Bentons b'day. HAPPY B'DAY BENTON!!!!!!! And signed his b'day boxer card. I can't believe Ryan thought of that! IT IS SO WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this weekend was WIERD. i dunno how to explain, but it was.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4403762152815088452?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4403762152815088452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4403762152815088452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-was-that-reality.html' title='Weekend (was that reality?)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1465220367357643721</id><published>2008-12-30T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:00:30.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitiled</title><content type='html'>Hello! I haven't written for a while. Nothing really to write about anyway. Bored....yup. Goodbye holidays and hello math books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its stupid. i haven't said anything and i'm already going insane!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1465220367357643721?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1465220367357643721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1465220367357643721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitiled.html' title='untitiled'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8258804095524000799</id><published>2008-12-24T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:27:27.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Special</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve! Tomorrow is Christmas! Can you believe that the year has passed so fast? I'm 13, and all of a sudden I realized that there are a lot of things I'm happy I did this year. But, there are also things that I regret doing. This year has been a topsy-turvy one, and I think next year will be even more crazy...So, I have &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt; One of the things I regret is not getting my friend to come to church. I'm tired of being rejected, so I feel like giving up. What's the point anymore? I know she'll just say no. And every single time I get my hopes up, just by a inch. And when I get the rejection I feel like banging my head against the wall for being so stupid and even trying to invite her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today my family had the usual family reunion thing. Lunch, and we showed the My Hope Singapore video. We didn't share or anything, but we showed the video. And that's what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sorry for the depressing post. but I just wrote it, so...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8258804095524000799?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8258804095524000799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8258804095524000799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-special.html' title='Christmas Eve Special'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3842956674753788692</id><published>2008-12-21T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:50:45.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend (ice, its a new thing)</title><content type='html'>Today was cool/scary. So, here's what happened during the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Went to Natalie's house, early. Wenttowhitesandstodropoffsomebooks,then wenttoMacs. SawPiying,wenttochurch. Atethetake-awayMacs,wenttobandpractice. Fastforward:finishedbandpractice. Wenttolunch. Walkedbacktochurch,didnothing. Megalifeservice,thenhadcell... -That's what I did on Saturday...(I thought I'd write without spaces just for fun. Lame, I know. But I'm bored!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Walked by the 'Adventure Walk' again. But it wasn't raining, so there were no worms/other stuff to worry about. Fast-forward: the games during SuperLife service were so cute! But, it got a bit violent (ok,&lt;em&gt;alot violent&lt;/em&gt;) and some kids were crying and stuff, nothing really bad though. &lt;br /&gt; Went to lunch, and Jesse kept everybody entertained with his 'ice tricks'. Or as I call them 'gross tricks'. He chewed ice up and started talking, causing the ice bits to fall out of his mouth. Causing everyone to laugh, and get grossed out. LOL!!!- That's what happened on Sunday. A usual day -a usual day always has a new suprise!- and a usual weekend. &lt;em&gt;but not a usual post! LOL!!!!&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was dreaming. it seemed so real! but i was dreaming...wasn't i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3842956674753788692?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3842956674753788692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3842956674753788692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-ice-its-new-thing.html' title='Weekend (ice, its a new thing)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7368590532481320295</id><published>2008-12-19T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:06:51.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hope Singapore</title><content type='html'>My Hope Singapore went ok. If you don't count: having no house last minute, only 2 guests coming, to much food &amp; only one guest staying for the testimony/gospel sharing part...everything went ok. But thats if you &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; count everything bad that happened. But if you did, it went badly. &lt;br /&gt; Yes, I know. I should be all optomistic, but I don't feel optomistic. It went badly, not really bad, but just bad. So yea. One of the girls had been to a few My Hope Singapore, and she seemed interested. Yet, she had to leave before the testimony and gospel sharing. Then the other guest, I don't even know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-is-Daydreaming(again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did that seriously happen? Was I dreaming?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7368590532481320295?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7368590532481320295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7368590532481320295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hope-singapore.html' title='My Hope Singapore'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8840438905579308711</id><published>2008-12-14T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:08:13.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (interesting...)</title><content type='html'>This weekend was the most interesting in a while. Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday: Me, Nicole &amp; Natalie went to church. During band practice we made a new genre to 'Away in a Manger'. Blues &amp; Jazz, but I still like the traditional. It was interesting/fun to learn how to sing jazzy though.&lt;br /&gt; Then had lunch, I don't even remember what happened. Memory bank is failing XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday: Kenneth walked over to my house, and it was raining. So, I brought an umbrella and shared with him. After we'd gotten everybody together, we went by the new route. I call it the 'Adventure Walk', because there were worms/snails/snakes. Luckily we didn't run into any snakes, but we saw lots of worms. And each time Natalie saw one she either sreamed or said, "Eeeeeewwwwww!" It was fun though, once we got to church I was able to relax.&lt;br /&gt; We practiced for like 20 minutes, then we stopped and went to do our own thing. During first service worship we messed up! Completly messed it up! But, in-between services one of the megalife pianists helped us to get everything together and stuff. Second service there were no mistakes at all! It was -thankfully- great!&lt;br /&gt; During second service me &amp; Nicole were just reading our books doing nothing. Quite boring. &lt;br /&gt; Lunch was also pretty boring. Nothing much this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-is-Daydreaming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8840438905579308711?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8840438905579308711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8840438905579308711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend-interesting.html' title='Weekend! (interesting...)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4858888505782714759</id><published>2008-12-04T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:44:58.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Ok, today was usual. Had chinese and piano tution. So -.-, yup. Bored now, as in out of my mind...So, whatever. But tomorrow is recording the last song! I'm soooo excited, I won't be bored. So yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye,&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow, can't wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4858888505782714759?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4858888505782714759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4858888505782714759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-983406734467735163</id><published>2008-12-02T08:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:21:56.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording in a STUDIO (once again...)</title><content type='html'>Ok, yesterday was seriously cool! I love what -Uncle? Uncle Mike said just call him 'Simon'- 'Simon' did with all the techno stuff yesterday! It was sooo cool! My voice didn't match it though, it sounded weird, like it didn't go together. Also, &lt;em&gt;my voice sounds like a 6 year old!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; But, I DO NOT want to start this conversation on my cbox again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this friday is gonna be fun! Uncle Mike changed Natalie's song, which will &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; match her voice. I mean, why not? She can sing anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Going to the dentist. (yipee!-not really...) And my chinese tutor will be coming in, about 30 minutes (yay!-not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;  Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't worry, about a thing. 'cause every little thing, is gonna be alright. (i think)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-983406734467735163?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/983406734467735163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/983406734467735163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/12/recording-in-studio-once-again.html' title='Recording in a STUDIO (once again...)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6882202533643140769</id><published>2008-11-28T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:52:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! (rara rox!)</title><content type='html'>Ok, that weekend was cool/fun/the usual. I watched Cheetah Girls 3, it was sooo good! Except that Aqua's so called &lt;em&gt;romance&lt;/em&gt; in India was totally lame...Like, her boyfriend was a maha rajah or something?! C'mon! But whatever. Where was I? Oh yea, my weekend, it was fun! Well, honestly, it was ok. Nothing great...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MegaLife Camp is coming! This sunday! I thought it would seem like years before it started. YAY! So many people I know are going, it's gonna rock! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on friday I went to 2 factories with the homeschoolers. It was so cool! There was this salmon factory, then we went to an ice-cream sale. Natalie also went, and we both &lt;em&gt;chilled&lt;/em&gt; in the freezer with all the salmon stuff, it was super cold! Like, 18 below! Just 0 is a great time for snow and ice, but that place, man! Everybody was sliding everywhere because the floor had a thin layer of ice on it. COOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were going into the ice-cream factory. But we were just going to a sale it was having. Not only does that factory have ice-cream but desserts, bread &amp; soup! And you could taste everything. We ended up buying some tubs of ice-cream, it was g-o-o-d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do last week?&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6882202533643140769?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6882202533643140769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6882202533643140769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-rara-rox.html' title='Weekend! (rara rox!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7902544761083419270</id><published>2008-11-26T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:35:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Day!</title><content type='html'>Even though it was Tuesday it totally felt like Sunday. I woke up, changed and rushed to Natalie's house. I was talking to small Ben on the phone when I'd reached her house. At first, I had no idea why'd he'd wanted me to call him, then it just turned out he wanted to talk about worship stuff for that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we'd reached church we ended up feeling like sleeping. It was so peaceful there! Just a few of the people who were serving were there. I almost fell asleep after I'd curled up against the wall. Piying even brought a pillow! I would've borrowed it, if we hadn't had to start worship practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, helped out with some random stuff...Then played with the rest outside of the Victory Chapel. It was soooo hilarious! Then helped out with the treasure hunt, it was a good day. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs &amp; Kisses!&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7902544761083419270?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7902544761083419270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7902544761083419270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/sound-day.html' title='Sound Day!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3770300751068741963</id><published>2008-11-24T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:20:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day...</title><content type='html'>Ok, it was actually a pretty good day. Till after worship practice. Went to Victory Chapel, that's where the craziness began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Eileen &amp; Piying were busy pumping ballons. Started playing with the ball, Natalie &amp; I were tossing it around. Then small Ben asked if he could play. Started tossing the ball around, and forgot why. But small Ben ran away with the ball, I think because we were chasing him around. Hid his gee-tar and his shoes. Then, decided to play a prank on the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned out the lights in Victory Chapel. Well, to cut a long story short, we hid behind the sound booth. Only to have Ben scare us out of our minds. We didn't even know he was there! It was he we were mainly planning on scaring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that day was soooo not cool...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3770300751068741963?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3770300751068741963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3770300751068741963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-good-day.html' title='Not a good day...'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7086175778011722128</id><published>2008-11-24T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:39:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! (airport &amp; MHS training)</title><content type='html'>Ok, because of yesterday's exhuasting day, this post will be long. Even though I want this to be short, so I can fall asleep before school. &lt;em&gt;haha-not&lt;/em&gt;. So here's what happened to saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, walked to Natalie's house. Then to Nicole's house. Then to chior practice at church. Was ok, except there were only a few kids there, like less than half. And Natalie was leading, because Kenneth couldn't make it.&lt;em&gt;(You did great Nat!)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then went to lunch, which was ok. Nothing really fun, it was more weird. Because while Natalie was getting a drink I was staring into space and completly zoning out. AKA staring at the ceiling, being bored. And all of a sudden small Ben said I looked like the Mona Lisa, which I don't by the way. And then Chee Yan, small Ben &amp; Kenneth Han started arguing about it. Right in front of me, I might add. So -as you might have guessed- I was pretty freaked out, I didn't know what they were doing. Wether they were complimenting me or insulting me or what, it was weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between MegaLife and lunch me &amp; Natalie did nothing. Luckily Ryan &amp; small Ben were there, they kept us awake. And Joshua kinda looks like Ferb but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;MegaLife was ok, the normal. A huge room full of hyper, high &amp; crazy teenagers. So, was normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (one of my most busiest Sundays ever):&lt;br /&gt; Woke up, walked to Natalie's house. Then to Nicole's, and from there to church. Rara-ed for the first service, then went to help out with the Upper Primary game. Went to breakfast, and met Dorathea upstairs. Then went downstairs to play 'Would You Dare?' Which is truth or dare mixed with would you rather. Totally humiliated Ryan, with all the dares we gave him. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the airport with the cell. Jason -cell member- was going to US for 4 years. Yup, totally spam sms-ed him after he got through the gate. Totally funny, yet sad. Then ran back to church for My Hope Singapore trainging. It was interesting, yet the first part boring. This was my weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally tired,&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7086175778011722128?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7086175778011722128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7086175778011722128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-airport-mhs-training.html' title='Weekend! (airport &amp; MHS training)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-675541293104318995</id><published>2008-11-19T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:03:38.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, the usual...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today a usual, normal day. Piano lesson, school &amp; then chinese tution. At least today is the last day of chinese tution for this week. But still, my chinese tutor is coming in about 40 minutes. Not ecstatic, yet not totally fed up as usual. So, ya. My day in 2 words is: &lt;em&gt;Normal and boring.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored out of my mind,&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;br /&gt;Its too many tears to drown them out&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone&lt;br /&gt;And they break your heart&lt;br /&gt;don’t give up on love&lt;br /&gt;Have faith, restart&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it falls apart&lt;br /&gt;And your feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;All your hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;don’t forget to hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-675541293104318995?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/675541293104318995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/675541293104318995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-usual.html' title='Today, the usual...'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-494321104238392540</id><published>2008-11-17T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:34:28.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (a walk on the beach, a friend &amp; God)</title><content type='html'>The weekend was fun, yet tiring as usual. Everything mostly happened on Sunday, so I'll write about that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached church right on time. And it was the opening of Victory Chapel. It was really fun, even Dorathea rara-ed for the first service. During the first service I kept doing the actions wrong and stuff, but in the end I guess everything was fine. Victory Chapel is so cool! It's like a hotel or something! Then went to the atrium and played 'Would You Dare?', which is a mix of truth or dare and would you rather. It's really fun! But, man, the dares we thought up! It was crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after second service we celebrated Darren's/Benedict's birthdays. Abby &amp; Piying had a can of whipped cream and &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to spray it on Darren's hair. But it turned out to be melted, so it just dribbled all over his head. We had been praying and Darren jumped and ran like crazy. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was ok I guess. I did't feel like eating, after helping the cell with something I felt kind of sick. So I just went along with the rest to Fish &amp; Co, Express. But I only ate some fries. Benton &amp; Chee Yan were like having a Q &amp; A session or something. But it was interesting anyway. Stayed there for quite a while, just hung out with everyone. Went to the grass patch and did, well...nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go home and neither did Abby. So we went with Kenneth to the beach. Walking and talking was what me &amp; Abby did the whole time. But not usual talking, just about out lives that's all. It was really cool, like I've only talked to someone like that once in my life. I have a feeling it's gonna be more often now. I finally understand some stuff I've been confused about for a while. Anyway, it was a cool, relaxing &amp; nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In God's love and mine,&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-494321104238392540?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/494321104238392540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/494321104238392540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-walk-on-beach-friend-god.html' title='Weekend! (a walk on the beach, a friend &amp; God)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3641097865924111314</id><published>2008-11-14T09:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:12:37.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording in a STUDIO! (again)</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow bloggers/blog-hoppers. We're going back to the studio again. For Natalie's song, '&lt;em&gt;Fight of Faith&lt;/em&gt;', it's gonnc ROCK! Natalie has such a great voice! I totally think Natalie will be a great lead singer. She has a strong voice, with a base like sound. I also love the song '&lt;em&gt;Fight of Faith&lt;/em&gt;', I'm glad Natalie is singing that song. Those two things mixed together will be b-e-a-utiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Natalie is coming over around 10.45. Because her house will have no electricity. I totally understand that, when that happened at my house last year my whole family went out of the house till night time. It would have been fun to do that though, we could use flashlights, candles and stuff. I think it would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. All my excitment and joy packed into this entry, I'm stil restless though. I feel like jumping up and down or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping here and there!&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will run, I will soar. On eagle's wings, as I wait on you Lord. My strength is restored. Fix my eyes, on you Jesus, as I run this race. Help me fight, this fight of faith...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3641097865924111314?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3641097865924111314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3641097865924111314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/recording-in-studio-again.html' title='Recording in a STUDIO! (again)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5854393411213474110</id><published>2008-11-12T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:53:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recording, in a STUDIO</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I had so much fun. Today Natalie, Nicole, Kenneth &amp; I went to record I love you sweet Jesus for the album. It was soooo fun! I kept messing up. I sound like a 6 year old girl! UGH! I sound so horrible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to cut a long story short, I don't like my voice. It's weak, lame and thin. So I just blend in completly, which I kind of like. I don't really like to stand out anyway. Though everyone always compliments me, I don't really believe them. I still feel like I'm not a good singer. And, well...I'm even thinking about quiting the worship team. I don't know why, I just don't feel like I belong. But, enough emo-ing! Happy Amberlie back up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, recording is very fun! It was interesting. I felt professional, even though my voice totally lacked in everything. Anyway, tomorrow is school. So, ya. My parents went to India today. So sent them off to the airport. Then came home and wrote this. AKA my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses!&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5854393411213474110?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5854393411213474110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5854393411213474110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/recording-in-studio.html' title='Recording, in a STUDIO'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5033039449224301507</id><published>2008-11-06T12:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:33:55.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 8</title><content type='html'>I didn't answer Katie's questions, because I didn't know the answers. How &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; I know what to draw? How did I get almost everything about 'him' absolutly right? Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but just at a glance at the first picture you could tell it was the same guy. I kept flipping through the picture, always focusing on the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting to the last of the 5 pictures, and I gasped when I saw it. There was a backview of a cross, and you could tell everyone around it was crying. 'Is it the guy on that cross?', I thought. I turned to Katie, who had been looking over shoulder and asked, "Who is that guy? What's 'his' name?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few seconds of silence I asked my last question, "That's 'him' on the cross right?" Katie nodded, her eyes still glued to the picture. "Katie? Say something! Why?", I was feeling scared, and I didn't know why. "Well, the guy you've been drawing is Jesus. And...yea, He's the man on the cross." Katie said. Then after taking one last look at the picture, she closed the Book. "Yea, Faith. He died,He died for us, and He's in Heaven now." "So He died? And that's it? That's all? I've been drawing some dead guy?" I didn't get it. Katie laughed and explained, "No, I mean, yes. Yes, He died. But during His life He'd helped a lot of people, and, well...maybe I should start from the beginning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Katie had finished telling me the story of Jesus I just sat there stunned. He died, for my sins. And He wanted to give me the chance to accept His offer of love, joy and faith. What could I say to that? I didn't deserve it, that's for sure. How could I accept something that I didn't deserve? Wait, and did I really believe He died rose up from the grave, and is in Heaven? What was I supposed to say????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5033039449224301507?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5033039449224301507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5033039449224301507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 8'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6934324059480931256</id><published>2008-11-06T08:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:27:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ! &amp; Swimming</title><content type='html'>First of all, &lt;em&gt;HAPPY (belated) B'DAY RYAN/UNCLE MIKE!!!&lt;/em&gt;. Ok, now...the BBQ was soooo fun! It was like, the best day of my life it was so much fun! Here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tanah Merah mrt and met Kenneth &amp; Benton there. At first we went out the wrong exit, so when we went out the &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; one, we had to run for the 14 bus. Next, we got out at the wrong stop, and had to walk for 5(?) minutes to get to Bayshaw. During that time, the guys kept talking about how they'd lost the money for Ryan's b'day gift. And told me they'd gotten him guitar strings (God has a commandment about lying you know guys? XD). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got to Bayshaw condo, changed and jumped in the pool. Where I got a splashing welcome, along with dunking and water fights. When I got there the guys were playing some kind of sick wedgie game, or something. So -of course- I avoided looking/being on that side of the pool. Yeap, it was pretty weird at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Piying &amp; Abby wanted to go to suana -only after the guys had gone- and then we went. Talked for a long time, and when we got out we realized we'd been there for about 1 hour! Also, we realized we didn't do it right. We didn't pour on the water. It was cool hanging with you!:) Then we ate some BBQ. And melted some marshmallows/chocolate to make a cake-like-thing for the b'day people. But in the end we also ate it, it was soooo good! We were like jumping up and down and squealing because it was so good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we'd eaten we dived back in the pool. It was more fun than before dinner, I think because there were more people. For some reason, small Ben &amp; me kept splashing each other and bothering each other. He went and ruffled up my hair, so I did the same to him. Then throughout the swim session we kept doing that. Played three blind mice, but I had to always dive away from the catcher. Because small Ben kept splashing me and dunking me, and I did so back. So we had to keep diving away quickly from the catcher. Was totally fun! I love hanging out with the SuperLife people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt; Amberlie-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wonder what'll happen this weekend? something new always happens...normally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6934324059480931256?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6934324059480931256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6934324059480931256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/bbq-swimming.html' title='BBQ! &amp; Swimming'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1921533429123752788</id><published>2008-11-04T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:45:54.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went out with my family. First we went to Simei to get my phone fixed, it's on the fritz again. And I just had it in the shop last month! Anyway, the middle button is not working, which means I couldn't do &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally sad without my precious little phone. Luckily, we have a back-up phone. Which was my old phone, the small flip one. It's soooo cute! But it's also soooo old. The buttons are also really hard to press...oh well. Better that than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Chinatown and got stuff for my parents trip back to India. They're gonna give gifts since it'll be so close to Christmas. It was fun, until it started raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking at all the fans. I saw this black one with orange on it. It was so eye-catching! It had a picture of Africa or something, with elephants and stuff. My mom also had a fan collection, I remember looking at them all the time. I really wanna start a fan collection, I find them super pretty/beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got home dad started cooking Indian food. It was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; nice! He even made pavlova, which is like meringue but softer. Like marshmallow. Hence, I had a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1921533429123752788?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1921533429123752788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1921533429123752788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1870581730947065969</id><published>2008-11-02T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:16:26.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (red lobster)</title><content type='html'>Today everybody asked how I got my sunburn. It was pretty boring today. In my free time me &amp; Dorathea worked on the card. Then Small Ben joined in and totally saved the day. After we all stuck something on my accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, hanged with Nicole, Natalie, Dorathea &amp; Small Ben. Very normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahhhh. sooooooooooo tired...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1870581730947065969?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1870581730947065969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1870581730947065969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-red-lobster.html' title='Weekend! (red lobster)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2686939778900798916</id><published>2008-10-30T11:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:01:35.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>How do I title this?</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I was just reading the SuperLife blog. And when I read the recent post of 'Cheezels' I was jerked out of my happy mood. I suddenly felt confused and tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we invite our friends to church &lt;em&gt;even though&lt;/em&gt; we know they'll day no? I asked myself that and the answer that would come to your mind immediatly is, 'I wanna save my friends.' Yes, but when you actually think about it. You don't know do you? You've been dragged so deep in your mind you're kind of lost. Am I right? I know you're now feeling kind of sad. I'm sorry to ruin your day. Or ruin your day even more. But ask yourself that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, lately I've been finding that people like to preach at me. Like when I sms, msn or just talk people, they always have the perfect Christian answer for everthing. I find it annoying/it bugs me. Like, I &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; know what the perfect Christian answer is, I've heard it a million times. But what is &lt;em&gt;your personal&lt;/em&gt; answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2686939778900798916?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2686939778900798916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2686939778900798916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-do-i-title-this.html' title='How do I title this?'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1625823552120439659</id><published>2008-10-28T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:08:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>I'm totally tired today -I blame Kenneth for my sunburn. You planned the outing-but todays post will be long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Sentosa, had a lot of fun. But now I have a totally bad sunburn. Anyway, more about that day, not about now. So, met Kenneth, yanR &amp; Dorathea at White Sands (I met Ryan &amp; Kenneth by accident, just saw them and we waited for Dorathea together PS i spelled Ryans name wrong because he's not a human. He's a alien. So I spelled it so he can read it. XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met everyone else at Tampines mrt. Waited for Jesse, then went to Vivo. Ate brunch there, it was interesting. Then we headed to Sentosa, Kenneth was like, "Don't throw away the card. You still have to get back to Singapore." Everybody said ok (of course!). Once we got there we first all sat in the sand, just taking in the beach-y feeling. Then once we were all feeling 'beach-y' we played captains ball. I stink at ball games and the whole time I was dropping ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we took a break and everybody asked Kenneth if we could put our feet in the ocean, sea or whatever it is. And he said we couldn't get completly wet till 2. While we were getting our feet wet Kenneth walked up to the seas edge. Then Ryan walked up to him and said something (in his alien language or just said something annoying), then all of a sudden he pushed Ryan in! All of us were like, "You said we had to wait till 2!" Then he went and grabbed Piying, Abby &amp; Dorathea and shoved them into the sea, ocean or whatever! I could kind of predict that coming and ran out of the way before they all lunged at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they'd all gotten soaked they noticed me, Ben &amp; Jesse were the only dry ones. (We'd been able to stay water-free) They all started creeping out of the water, trying to pull us in. I ran away telling Kenneth I had to go to the toilet. Dorathea followed, and while heading there we plotted to pull Small Ben in to the sea. So after we'd come back Ben was already in the sea with the guys, causing our planning to go down the tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time passed with water-play. Then the guys wanted to swim out to the small island across the sea, ocean or whatever. They headed there and the life guard blew at them. How about some high lights? Ok:&lt;br /&gt; 1. We learned that rubbing sand on our skin causes out skin to be  super smooth. &lt;br /&gt; 2. Small Ben lost his glasses. Temporarily. We were all walking super carefully and in the end Matthew or Ben stepped on them. I dunno which one...&lt;br /&gt; 3. The guys started doing flips. Like they'd lock their hands together and a guy would step on it, jump and land. Jesse almost always landed on his feet. (He could be an acrobat)&lt;br /&gt; 4. Kenneth lost 1 of his 2 volleyballs. Joshua lost his rugby ball, from Australia.(we think someone swiped them)&lt;br /&gt; 5. Me &amp; Dorathea made a really cool thing in the sand. It said Dorathea and Amberlie, SuperLife '08&lt;br /&gt;After the totally beach-y time everybody wanted to on the luge. I still have the stamp on my hand, though it's kind of faded from bathing. I totally didn't want to go. I didn't have any money to go anyway. The only reason I went was because the only way everybody was going to get the family package was because I'm only 12+. That's the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; reason I went. I was completly scared to death of the ski lift up. I practically wanted to jump off in the middle of the thing. Luckily I didn't, I'm not that insane. I was praying the whole time, 'Please don't let me fall off, please don't let me fall off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I didn't have enough for dinner. I just went anyway. Decided to fast with Ben since I couldn't afford anything. Jesse bought dinner for Ben and Matthew for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, NICE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After we fasted we could eat, so then prayed. Everybody was worried about me -I don't understand why though, I was tired- because I barely said anything. Am I really that talkative? So I ended up with many questions which I just shrugged/nodded/shook my head to. yanR was sooooo pleased with himself when I answered his question with words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, told ya it'd be a long post...But I had fun there and had fun reacalling everything. Sadly, I forgot to take pictures. Sorry people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1625823552120439659?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1625823552120439659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1625823552120439659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa_28.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7778459111300346832</id><published>2008-10-24T12:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:33:34.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 7</title><content type='html'>Katie looked totally shocked for a few minutes. I stared intently at her, and when finally she opened her mouth she said, "Yea, I know this guy. Pretty well actually." &lt;br /&gt;I kinda wanted to jiggle her around to shake her out of her trance and to tell me who it was. Instead I took a lock of her hair and gently tugged it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me again -still shocked- and licked her lips. She said, "Well, remember how I've tried inviting you to church before?" I didn't see the connection and just shrugged. She picked up her bag and started rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a book, a thick one with a leather cover. She slowly flipped through and showed me a picture and held it up to the sketch book. I stared at it. The guy in the picture was the same guy! He was facing a big bunch of people, and seemed to be talking. Katie said, "Oh, Faith. How did you know how to draw Him? Since you've never seen my Bible before?" I just took hold of the Bible and my sketch book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I know? And, why was He in Katie's Bible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7778459111300346832?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7778459111300346832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7778459111300346832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 7'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6383667894804453127</id><published>2008-10-23T07:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:08:30.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa!</title><content type='html'>This is so weird, I can't change the fonts or the size or anything. Dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm writing about a trip to Sentosa. A whole bunch of the band is going! I'm soooooo happy! I did't get to go to last years BBQ because I was in America. So this is the first outing I've had with the SL band. Normally, this would sound braggy to some who aren't going or something. But honestly, I'm totally happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my parents are allowing me to go. Me and Nicole were smsing and she said she couldn't go. So it reminded me to ask my parents. In the end they said yes! Then only 15 minutes later Ryan called me and asked if I was going (talk about coincidental!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please refrain from smsing me. Because I've made like 188 sms-es this month. And I can't go ever 200. So if you need me, drop me a e-mail or call me. Thanx all!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6383667894804453127?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6383667894804453127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6383667894804453127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1753633681635338626</id><published>2008-10-22T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:58:18.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>End of the year &amp; music speaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Can you believe it's almost the end of the year? It just flew by in such a hurry, I wasn't even able to notice it. How couldn't I notice the year was passing? It's &lt;em&gt;already&lt;/em&gt; October! Just 2 more months! It almost seems impossible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you realize that music can speak? To some people it might just be a enjoyment. But to others it's a expression of love, hurt and other emotions. Last Sunday, I was in the atrium with Ryan, Small Ben &amp;amp; Kenneth. We were talking about something and I made the remark -kind of jokingly, I was quoting a movie- then before Kenneth could say anything. Small Ben agreed and looked totally serious. Only this past week I've thought about how music can speak to people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It really can. When was the last time you listened to a song on your MP3 and you played a song that reflected &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; how you feel? No seriously, consider it. That just happened a few day ago to me. Which led me to replay and ponder that scene at church. Going back to the reflection of music; I just flipped through my songs and chose one random. While I listened to it I realized it reflected &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what I felt! I was shocked. Maybe when you listen to music it also reflects what's happening to you. It just depends if you like to think deep and get lost in thought that you realize and notice those kind of things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;It's just so amazing. Music, I mean. It can be such a healing power, or a terrible one. *eyes get wide &amp;amp; giggles* I'm starting to sound like Chris Long! LOL! Sorry to ruin the moment and seriousness. But I do! I sound like Chris Long! I just love music and like to think deep, I can't get enough of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;What do you think of music? Is it just a thing in life? Or a real expression? Think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1753633681635338626?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1753633681635338626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1753633681635338626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-year-music-speaks.html' title='End of the year &amp; music speaks'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7447032514994601065</id><published>2008-10-21T08:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:26:29.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (a new member!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The weekend was sooo fun! Here's what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday-I wasn't serving that week so I can stay at home all morning *sigh blissfully*. Then went out to church around 2.30. Met the cell and helped to make a card for Charis. Totally fun, as usual Jayna and most of the group were 'high'. Then Dorathea came and I talked with her for a while. We got so much finished!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Sunday-I had to serve for small group -every week- so I walked over to Nicole's house. Then we walked to church as usual, nothing new there. When we got to church a whole bunch of the boys were there, so was totally bombarded with 'boy weirdness'. One of the guys picked up a mike and was talking all weird so me and Nicole were looking/laughing. Then he looked over to us and said, "Hey senioritas! Watcha looking at?" I was like, "It's seniora! Seniorita is for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;married woman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You better learn better spanish buster." Then his eyes got all big and he looked totally shocked. LOL! It was so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After service- Me and Dorathea had been talking in the atrium. Me Nicole &amp;amp; Natalie all agreed: Dorathea is the new Jacie! Making me Solana but whatever. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to the Brio gang Dorathea!!!! (if you're reading this!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then we celebrated Jesse's b'day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy B'day Jesse! (if you're reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then Kenneth asked us if we were going to the small group trainging thing. We bothi didn't even know what it is! We asked Che Yan and in the end I had to call Aunty Suzanna. So we did have to go. No lunch with the band, too bad...Anyway, after the trainging thing was over me and Dorathea talked to Aunty Lisa for a while. This has been a cool weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Amberlie/Solana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7447032514994601065?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7447032514994601065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7447032514994601065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-new-member.html' title='Weekend! (a new member!!!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1576370070478801662</id><published>2008-10-17T10:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:40:59.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering, wondering &amp; more wondering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I called this entry wondering because you all will be wondering what I'm talking about. Well I've also been wondering about some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Sorry, but it's confidential. 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style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(I JUST LIKE MESSING WITH YOU GUYS SOMETIMES)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, last night was so fun! I was out so late though, meaning like: I got home at 11+. Almost 12. Why were you out so late you ask? I was out with my mom, we had a totally great time! It wasn't the usual mother daughter shopping trip though. I'm going out this afternoon too. I'm going &lt;em&gt;alone &lt;/em&gt;out into the city. It'll be a new experience, yes, but it'll be a cool one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kisses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amberlie-J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1576370070478801662?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1576370070478801662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1576370070478801662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/wondering-wondering-more-wondering.html' title='Wondering, wondering &amp; more wondering...'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-1730853385151785017</id><published>2008-10-08T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:36:48.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much I'm worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm worth $4540! More than I wouldn've guessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;br /&gt;[] Black = $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Blonde = $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Red = $75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Brown = $15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Bald = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;$5[] Other=$2&lt;br /&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] Brown - $150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Green - $75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Blue $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Hazel $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Other - $15&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Over 7' - $200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 6'8' to 7' - $175&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 6'0' to 6'7' - $150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 5'5' to 5'11' - $75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]4'9' to 5'4' - $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Under 4'9 - $45&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 41 to 50 - $150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 31 to 40 - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 26 to 30 - $75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 21 to 25 - $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 19 to 20 - $25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] 0 to 18 - $100&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;Birth Order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Twins or more than twins - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] First Born - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Only Child - $250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]second born - $150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Middle child - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Last Born - $200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] third born - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] fourth born - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] fifth born - $375&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;Vision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] perfect vision - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] have glasses/contacts and wear them - $200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] No correction - $100[x] Glasses - $50 (I don't always have to wear them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] contacts - $25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Surgical correction - $135&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;Car Color [or families' car(S)]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] White - $2,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Maroon - $800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Gold - $700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Grey - $600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Blue - $900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Pink - $475&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Black - $450&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Red - $400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Green- $350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Silver - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Purple - $250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Metallic - $200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Yellow - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Primer - $75&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Tan - $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Rusted - $15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] No Car - $0&lt;br /&gt;[]Burgondy-$2,015&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 13+ - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]12 and a half to 13 - $250&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 11 to 12 - $700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 7 to 10 - $600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Under 7- $550&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Colors (pick three):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Green - $750&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]Black - $600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Red - $800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Yellow -$475&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Brown - $50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]Purple - $225&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Aqua - $350&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Orange - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Blue - $300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x]Pink - $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[]Other - $ 50&lt;br /&gt;[]light blue-$1,000&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;Did you use a calculator to add it all up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] Yes - $0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] No - add $1000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] On some - $750&lt;br /&gt;[x] Used paper and pencil-$850&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;How many people are you going to send this to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 100 - 150 = $2500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 90 - 80 = $1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 70 - 60 = $900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 50 - 40 = $700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 30 - 20 = $500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 19 - 10 = $100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[] 10 - 1 = $5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[x] post it on a blog = $2000&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do it can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-1730853385151785017?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1730853385151785017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/1730853385151785017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-much-im-worth.html' title='How Much I&apos;m worth'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-4805274972319676276</id><published>2008-09-28T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:10:23.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend (and other thoughts...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend was the same as always: crazy, wild &amp;amp; out of control. Who ever thought I could be serious during a weekend? (Anybody who's reading this, I kept the seriousness inside. I was being the usual smiley &amp;amp; quirky me &lt;em&gt;outside&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, more about my weekend. On saturday I went to practice and then went to lunch with the rest. With no changes, just being crazy. Then on Sunday me &amp;amp; Nicole went served for worship. (PS: Natalie, if you're reading this, praying for you! Even though you have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no emotions at all about PSLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) After second service all I did was hang out and read. Interesting right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, for some random thoughts. Ever feel out of place? Kind of lost even? I kinda felt like that after Saturday, like I don't know where I am. I don't belong anywhere. I'll never be like other people. Like, others kids blend so nicely into little groups of friends. I kinda stand there, a loner. Sure, I can be surrounded by friends, but I just feel...Out of place, like I'm just, a person. I'm no one special, just a loner who's out of place. Even though I can act perfectly at home with a circle of friends, inside I'm totally alone/out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-4805274972319676276?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4805274972319676276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/4805274972319676276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-and-other-thoughts.html' title='Weekend (and other thoughts...)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-6473874329280756000</id><published>2008-09-25T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:34:58.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend scheduel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is my weekend scheduel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt; Saturday-Band practice, lunch with band &amp;amp; megalife and cell. Then my scheduel of getting out of the house is 10:30am-10:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday- Serve for worship, help out in small group &amp;amp; during second service hang out with the guys in the atrium. AKA Me being bored. My usual time out of the house 6:45-3 or 4. Again, whole day of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my weekends are full. A totally full scheduel, all weekend. I'm &lt;em&gt;totally not&lt;/em&gt; complaing, I'm just stating it for fun...I'm totally excited! At least for children's day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-6473874329280756000?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6473874329280756000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/6473874329280756000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend-scheduel.html' title='My weekend scheduel'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8696249369106886444</id><published>2008-09-18T12:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:33:13.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Era'/><title type='text'>Dark Era 6</title><content type='html'>After about 2 days I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell Katie, this was getting hard to keep inside. I thought, 'Maybe Katie knows who the guy is. I feel like I know him.' I called Katie up, and she agreed to meet me at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Katie showed up she looked worried, her first question was, "Are you ok?" I just nodded, I didn't want to talk until we were in my room. As soon as I heard the door shut, I turned to the first sketch of the flower patch and I passed it to her. Before she even looked at the sketch book she have me a look that said, 'You asked me to your house because of a drawing?' I just shrugged and nodded to the book, then she glanced at the sketch. When she'd stared for about 10 minutes I took the book out of her hand and flipped to the next page. After what seemed like hours she raised her eyes to look at me. Her expression was unreadable. Did she know the guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie finally said, "Wow, Faith. How did you?... I mean, wow. This is amazing. This is in the park right? The flower patch?" I shrugged off the pride and the questions. "But, do you know this guy or anything? He looks totally familiar, almost as if I know him..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8696249369106886444?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8696249369106886444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8696249369106886444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/dark-era.html' title='Dark Era 6'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-764732124409139786</id><published>2008-09-14T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:26:27.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (maggots &amp; keyboards)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever think that sometimes things are so sick that when you look at food, you feel like throwing up? Well, I just heard the story that changed my out-look on Macs. As we were walking back from band practice, Darren started talking about an e-mail he got. It was about McDonalds curry sauce, and maggots. A great story to tell right before we were gonna eat McDonalds. I ate my burger totally slowly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;After I finished, we all started talking -by 'all' I mean: Shannon, Samuel, Small Ben, Big Ben, Natalie &amp;amp; me-things started getting wierd. I was sitting next to small Ben and big Ben came over and started acting gay. Small Ben started backing up. I was sitting against the wall, causing me to be pinned against the wall and the 'gay situation'. In the end I went under the table and sat with Shannon and Natalie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The keyboards part is just, that I plated keyboard today. Normally I'm used to holding the mike, not playing chords. I can't beleive I even played. It was so much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Jacie(PS only Becca, Hannah &amp;amp; Leon will understand that so don't ask...; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-764732124409139786?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/764732124409139786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/764732124409139786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-maggots-keyboards.html' title='Weekend! (maggots &amp; keyboards)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-3170156136758694327</id><published>2008-09-12T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:35:57.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>Ever wonder why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ever wonder why you're not a millionaire? Why we don't have the ability to fly? Why we didn't win that contest? Ever wonder why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did you ever think that maybe God didn't want that for us? Maybe we &lt;em&gt;weren't&lt;/em&gt; supposed to fly like Superman, maybe walking is healthier. Don't you think? Maybe we &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; be millionaires, because all that money brings is worldy things. And that contest you wanted to win? Maybe to win a PSP? Maybe God wanted you to concentrate on your studies more and not be tempted by that PSP sitting on you desk. Ever think of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just because He doesn't want us to have things we want doesn't mean He doesn't want us to be happy. He &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; has a good reason for it. Wether bad or good, He always think of us. Even though we might think stuff doesn't work out, it's always what He planned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-3170156136758694327?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3170156136758694327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/3170156136758694327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-wonder-why.html' title='Ever wonder why?'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-5282154043771994767</id><published>2008-09-07T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:35:21.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend! (irony, and lunch!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;This weekend has been one the most interesting. On saturday, when me and Nicole walked to church together. At the cross-walk -the one from Nicole's house to the other street- we waited like 2 lights. We thought, ok the light's broken. So we walked during a red light. Once we got to the other side the light &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; turned green. Irony was just following me that whole day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After Megalife me and the 'foodbuyers' waited for the 354 for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HALF AN HOUR!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then our cell leader was shocked when he got to the bus stop and we were still there. We explained our situation and we sat there for 15 more minutes. After a while, we decided to wait for the free shuttle bus at Down Town East. So we walked there, then we turned around to wait for the bus and saw a 354 coming! We had just been saying as we'd been walking that if the bus did that we'd like, kick the gate, throw one of our bags against the wall or something like that... We started talking about how we knew that would happen. Life is just &lt;em&gt;so predictable!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then today, the band celebrated Abby's b'day. HAPPY B'DAY ABBY (if you're reading this)!!!!! I thought that after they cut the cake, 'Ok, this is one b'day that &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; turn into a cake fight.' Suddenly Pi Ying went and dipped her hand in the whipped cream and smeared it in Abby's face! Abby, being covered with whipped cream, picked up a handful of chocolate icing and smeared it over Pi Ying's face. After that, a lot of people got 'caked'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we had gotten most of the cake off of the floor and Abby -plus the people that got 'caked'- had cleaned up, we all headed for Down Town East. As we walked there everybody was discussing what we should eat for lunch. Somebody suggested Tea Valley so we went there. Super fun! It was taking &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; for everybody to order, so me &amp;amp; Natalie just went up to the counter and ordered. That day 'Baby Gan' had come, so we she kept mentioning the Superlife 'family' thing. (that family is &lt;em&gt;sooooo&lt;/em&gt; messed up!) This has been one of the most interesting weekends I've ever had...Irony AND lunch with the band. Yup, very interesting weekend! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-5282154043771994767?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5282154043771994767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/5282154043771994767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-irony-and-lunch.html' title='Weekend! (irony, and lunch!)'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-7987299243248610782</id><published>2008-09-02T18:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:21:40.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Writing'/><title type='text'>Ever think music could do that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music, many types. Rock, pop, heavy metal and so on...Ever think that just &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; song can change you? Without knowing it every time you listen to music your mood changes. Just an observation at my average dinner table. If my dad puts in a CD during dinner these things change with the song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the song is fast, my bro starts eating (just a tiny bit) faster. My little sis will start talking faster, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other observations from a sunday (the old ones, when everyone just hung-out during 2nd service):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If it's a 'happy' song, everybodies talking and laughing, having a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If it's a 'slow/sad' song, everybody calmes down and you hear --------.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If it's a Christian song, everybody either a. mouths the words or b. they all sing out loud or even c. silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pastor Vincent says that we shouldn't be emotional christians. But ever think thats impossible? Sure, sometimes we can do that. Just stick to God no matter what. There are still times that shake us so much we slip and drift out to sea right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, imagine God is a bouy. All alone, far out to sea. We are drifting and then we see it. We grab hold, glad for the safety and comfort it brings us. Then a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wave comes along and we lose grip and are pulled away. We are able to swim back, but we know there are bigger waves soon to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of those waves can pull you out only a little or it can also pull you out a lot. Music is that thing that makes our sea of emotions calm or crazy. Next time you listen to something, think about what you were doing before and see if there are any changes. Ever think music could do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-7987299243248610782?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7987299243248610782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/7987299243248610782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-think-music-could-do-that.html' title='Ever think music could do that?'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-8103978991933254846</id><published>2008-08-30T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:49:30.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My phone crashed!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY PHONE CRASHED!!!!!!!!!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;C'mon! I love my phone! I'm soooooo sad! I'm crying.....Last night was chruch-wide prayer meeting. While I was heading there, my phone kept freezing. So I turned it off and kept fiddling with the battery then I couldn't turn it back on!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAHHHH!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was freakin' out, I was praying, 'God, please don't let my phone crash! Please, please please!!!' Apperantley it didn't work, I had to switch to my old Sony Ericson. So old/slow! Man! I only got that phone last December! For my b'day none the less! My 'rents got that for me! After I'd been wanting that for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOLE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;nooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-8103978991933254846?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8103978991933254846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/8103978991933254846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-phone-crashed.html' title='My phone crashed!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930566341687487162.post-2172000135327944401</id><published>2008-08-25T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:35:21.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Sunday, sunday &amp; saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saturday was soooo fun! After about half the worship practice all the singers went into Faith Chapel to practice harmony. We were all alone, without any authourity. Just me, Nicole, Abby, Piying, Shannon &amp;amp; Benjamin. We all didn't really practice. After about 10-20 minutes, we all got bored and started singing random songs. For no reason at all might I add.  We were singing like, Feliz Navidad (in the middle of the year!) and chinese songs. Some of us started lying down and singing because it was easier to sing that way. When we had been singing random songs for about 10-15 minutes we started practicing harmony again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After megalife I went to a concert. It was &lt;em&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt; good! It was a piano concert. Totally nice! There was one song that had 2 singers singing it. The guy's name was Benjamin and he looked like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an adult version of Benjamin Leow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I saw the singer I was like, 'OMG! He looks like an adult version of Ben!' The I checked the name and I was like, 'OMG! He also the same name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' I was so shocked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On sunday nothing special happened. It was the usual stuff. Kinda weird because usually I have a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; time with the band. It was one of those weekends that everything seemed normal. Wonder why? The weather? The fact that I was still tired? I dunno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fact: The whole superstision of wearing onions around your neck came from a long time ago. When a whole bunch of people got sick from a horrible plague only the onion merchants didn't get sick. They all were saved because the onions helped fight off the bacteria. That's how the myth of putting onions arond your neck to keep away vampires. Onion power!!! XD...LOL!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1930566341687487162-2172000135327944401?l=dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2172000135327944401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1930566341687487162/posts/default/2172000135327944401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsin-my-head.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-sunday-saturday.html' title='Sunday, sunday &amp; saturday'/><author><name>waterfalls-in-paradise</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAHVJtOYAqQ/TXPhPtjDWVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Rl0lZUaA2V8/s220/purplefashion.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
