<?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-8891656920179957672</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:54:58.539+08:00</updated><category term='the movie marathon'/><category term='photography'/><category term='emo-ish'/><category term='&quot;kill&quot; me'/><category term='the-cannot-make-it photography'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><category term='HOLIDAY'/><title type='text'>PHOTOGRAPHY</title><subtitle type='html'>is it here?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-8762311527784431424</id><published>2007-01-27T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:24:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;for the better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vanissahh.livejournal.com"&gt;http://vanissahh.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-8762311527784431424?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8762311527784431424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=8762311527784431424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/8762311527784431424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/8762311527784431424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-better-httpvanissahh.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-5717445952287524908</id><published>2007-01-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:39:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my little reminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Have you experienced God's love?'&lt;br /&gt;'How have you experienced God's love?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you answer those questions above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was sitting in the hall, stoneing, waiting for all my classmates to come and waiting for morning assembly to commence, Shi Yun slides up next to me and just pops this question. It was very sudden. We weren't in a conversation or anything, it just happen.&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked when asked about God's love. The out of the blue-ness, the environment, her, me, it didn't seem right at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't answer her. I was shocked. I paused to think, but nothing came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so embarrassed and disappointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then shared about her experience; about her church youth camp recently and how it changed her life, totally, she emphasized. When school started, all the bullying stopped, and her classmates went up to her and talked to her, and treated her as someone normal. She sounded really happy and thankful, and she believed that it was God who works these wonders. And i do too. I very much do, and i'm really happy for her. It's about time it stopped anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sharing, without any link, she blurts out it the most joyous tone, "Your His beloved daughter and He LOVES you very much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strucked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain the thing i felt at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;It was big.&lt;br /&gt;A very big feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued.&lt;br /&gt;"Things may just seem so wrong and horrible now, but it'll all turn out good in his plans. Commit everything to Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminded me of a verse that i held on to closely and meditated on everyday in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'And we know that all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                             romans 8: 28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything she said; it was as tho she was the lil' messenger that God sent to speak to me, to remind me about my christian walk, to draw me back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, i haven't been doing my quiet time. I haven't been setting aside time for Him; only had the thought, but never did carry it out.&lt;br /&gt;I relied on my own strength and not His; not committing everything i do to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a memo.&lt;br /&gt;It was a reminder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;she&lt;/u&gt; was the reminder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks Shi Yun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GLORY BE TO GOD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-5717445952287524908?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/5717445952287524908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=5717445952287524908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/5717445952287524908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/5717445952287524908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-little-reminder-have-you-experienced.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-759180560604824579</id><published>2007-01-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:10:09.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;kill&quot; me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy new year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom day's tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i SO don't want to go back to school.. i just don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate, okie, hate's a strong word, i DISLIKE school (this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that for the rest of the year, i have to wake up at 6.30 in the morning to drag my reluctant butt to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that i'll be coming home from school after 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing it's the BIG O year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that i won't be able to have much fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that i have some stupid-retarded-annoying-irritating-ridic-AUGH poly attachment that i HAVE to participate in EVERY tuesday, for the next 3 MONTHS, which would be AFTER school, from 2-6 PM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DISLIKE knowing that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i just dislike shcool.&lt;br /&gt;I never did since sec 1. Well, i think all these tension is cause, partially, cause of the 2 months holiday. And if i recall, i think i feel this sucky every start of the year...&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i feel that this year would be very different. (in a negative way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-759180560604824579?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/759180560604824579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=759180560604824579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/759180560604824579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/759180560604824579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-not-doom-days-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-6911233119425649952</id><published>2006-12-24T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:38:11.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm back! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photos will be up as soon as possible (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-6911233119425649952?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6911233119425649952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=6911233119425649952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/6911233119425649952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/6911233119425649952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-photos-will-be-up-as-soon-as.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-6720616671952807037</id><published>2006-12-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:29:23.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOLIDAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it starts NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;u&gt;true holiday&lt;/u&gt; officially starts tmrw!&lt;br /&gt;No school, no lessons, no subjects, no new topics, no homework, no numbers, no... er.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;YF CAMP'S TMRW,&lt;br /&gt;then NZ holiday,&lt;br /&gt;then CHRISTMAS,&lt;br /&gt;then CAROLING,&lt;br /&gt;then SLEEPOVERS,&lt;br /&gt;then OMEGA NIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;then WATCH NIGHT SERVICE,&lt;br /&gt;then SLEEPOVERS,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er... yeah. i think it ends there. But now, looking back on that lists, it looks darn nice (: well, at least considering the fact that so far, my holiday's terrible. I bet THAT list would totally change things, i have great faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA TA for now then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next week! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;benita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey! Great that your confirmation's next week, and sorry that i won't be there and all the other people. But hey! God is (: I think that's the most important person there. haha! yep. He'll totally beat us at it XD so be happy! I'll congrat' you as soon as i get back, and with a small lil sth too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All thailand mission trippers:&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN &amp; TAKE CARE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YFers going for camp:&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN &amp;amp; TAKE CARE as well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-6720616671952807037?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/6720616671952807037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=6720616671952807037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/6720616671952807037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/6720616671952807037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-starts-now-alright-my-true-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-3105804964823046642</id><published>2006-12-10T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T20:06:14.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the movie marathon'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give us clean hands, give us pure hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"LEROY &amp; STITCH"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. There was a movie marathon at baron's house today after church. Well, not exactly much of a movie marathon, haha, its only 2 movies. But good enough for me (: I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And i must say, baron's room is one of the NEATEST room i've ever been to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT BARON'S A BOY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My room is like, the total opposite from his! I can't believe it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, i finally got my phoned serviced and fixed (:&lt;br /&gt;Got it back today! And its working great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The software's been updated, the sliding thingy is smooth now, my cable connection isn't as sensitive as before, the speaker is doing what its s'pose to do.... yep. It's great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows! Maybe it'll screw up tmrw or the day after, or the day after after, or the day after after af.. you know what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright! I can't wait to fly off the NZ! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to camp!&lt;br /&gt;4 days to NZ!&lt;br /&gt;15 days to christmas!&lt;br /&gt;22 days t0 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 days to school re-open..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(more photos of the sky: today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwO8D6AiCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NqdgLabGFNw/s1600-h/Image268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006893310732699682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwO8D6AiCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NqdgLabGFNw/s320/Image268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwPFT6AiDI/AAAAAAAAABA/UBOy7FFKtww/s1600-h/Image269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006893469646489650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwPFT6AiDI/AAAAAAAAABA/UBOy7FFKtww/s320/Image269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwPUT6AiEI/AAAAAAAAABI/INLI0Nu3EnI/s1600-h/Image270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006893727344527426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwPUT6AiEI/AAAAAAAAABI/INLI0Nu3EnI/s320/Image270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-3105804964823046642?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/3105804964823046642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=3105804964823046642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/3105804964823046642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/3105804964823046642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/give-us-clean-hands-give-us-pure-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXwO8D6AiCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NqdgLabGFNw/s72-c/Image268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-380126942736037536</id><published>2006-12-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:39:58.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the-cannot-make-it photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmFTT6Ah-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7G5zWp58SBI/s1600-h/spoiled+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006179027606603746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmFTT6Ah-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7G5zWp58SBI/s320/spoiled+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmFTT6Ah-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7G5zWp58SBI/s1600-h/spoiled+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmGKj6Ah_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EQDBeKLSDs0/s1600-h/Image241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006179976794376178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmGKj6Ah_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/EQDBeKLSDs0/s320/Image241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmG6D6AiAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L7qc5Ur8Jo0/s1600-h/Image265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006180792838162434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmG6D6AiAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/L7qc5Ur8Jo0/s320/Image265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-380126942736037536?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/380126942736037536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=380126942736037536' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/380126942736037536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/380126942736037536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rq7kMXVNQFg/RXmFTT6Ah-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/7G5zWp58SBI/s72-c/spoiled+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-619922793463437105</id><published>2006-12-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:29:34.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo-ish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;letting go of me, holding on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to make a sacrifice or offering of&lt;br /&gt;2. to surrender or give up, or permit injury or disadvantage to, for the sake of something else&lt;br /&gt;3. to dispose of regardless of profit&lt;br /&gt;4. baseball; to cause the advance (of a base runner) by a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously #4 is definitly out.&lt;br /&gt;I would say... hm, a mixture of #1 and #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Amis viennent et amis vont&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitly have got my fair share of it. FAIR. Or maybe, or maybe more. I don't know. Actually, i'm still &lt;u&gt;going&lt;/u&gt; thru it. Present tense, mind you. But, hm, i don't think i have much to say cause i know it's not only me, but still, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether i'm doing the right thing, i don't know if i should feel like this.&lt;br /&gt;heh. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was be-A-U-tiful just now; about 630 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I walked home from church, slow, very slow, looking up, staring at the sky, okie, more like gazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I it was orangy blueish in colour, with the clouds smudged. It had a gentle feeling; well, that was ahead of me. As i turned more towards the direction of my house, it was clear baby blue with scarce clouds. When i opened my gates, i looked to the direction which i came from and my eyes slowly moved towards the sky. It was dark. The clouds were dull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i feel as tho i had a huge rock above me, pressuring me down.&lt;br /&gt;I felt weak.&lt;br /&gt;I felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as tho im being emo now -.-&lt;br /&gt;heh. What a bunch of crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME A CAMERA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-619922793463437105?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/619922793463437105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=619922793463437105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/619922793463437105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/619922793463437105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/letting-go-of-me-holding-on-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-1860238668436552429</id><published>2006-12-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:32:23.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRHTDAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;I wished his birthday cake was my birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANGO!&lt;br /&gt;ALL MANGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess that would be one more year. This year's sucked. But its okie, it comes around every year huh? There's always a next time, or rather, next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-1860238668436552429?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/1860238668436552429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=1860238668436552429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/1860238668436552429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/1860238668436552429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birhtday-leon-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-7578434451101441718</id><published>2006-12-06T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:53:40.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you rescued me &amp; picked me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, maybe this blog isn't the best of the best. It's simple, yes, and nice, yes, but the things that it allows you to do is SUPER limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my profile- just one word.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my links- i can't arrange them in the order i want.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my archive- look weird (well, to me).&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there's no tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I can't really do the stuff i could do before with the other blogskins not made by blogger. Oh wells. Nvm :D I guess this is still good enough for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Dad went rummaging thru his things and he managed to find his old cameras; those really old ones, big chunky ones.. okie, the ones used for photography.&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling him how much i wanted to learn photography, and when i got the chance to, it slips aways. Take last month for example: There was s'pose to be a course at Temasek Poly on photography in black and white. I signed up for it, but there wasn't enough people- it didn't meet 20. So the class was rejected. And now! I could like fiddle with this camera and try to figure out things. But! The camera isn't exactly working properly, some of the functions are spoilt. But that's okie, at the others are. They're just right for some amateur beginner like ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. For now, im happy with this camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old stuff are really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hakuna matata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-7578434451101441718?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/7578434451101441718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=7578434451101441718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/7578434451101441718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/7578434451101441718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-rescued-me-picked-me-up-okie-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8891656920179957672.post-8191889828938413166</id><published>2006-12-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:30:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;# 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;I have been finally forced to change to a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous blog is killing me; i can't find &lt;u&gt;nice&lt;/u&gt; blogskins, and i don't really have a wide variety to choose from cause my blog's format is totally screw-ed. So, if it's something very broad and wide, my format and everything will change. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this skin for example, if i switched to this (using my old blog), everything post's format would be in a mess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Hopefully setting this new one up would be the start of something new.. heh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i doubt i would be searching for another blogskin, i think i'll be happy with this one. Simple and nice (: Good enough for me. Just have to make some adjustments to the side infos and TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hakuna matata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8891656920179957672-8191889828938413166?l=vanissahh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/feeds/8191889828938413166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8891656920179957672&amp;postID=8191889828938413166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/8191889828938413166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8891656920179957672/posts/default/8191889828938413166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanissahh.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-oh-my-goodness-i-have-been-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>v.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01188870831112551675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
