<?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-13091502</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:50:07.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>groovy*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><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>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114727852819592675</id><published>2006-05-11T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:28:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've moved. see you round the corner. heh:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114727852819592675?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114727852819592675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114727852819592675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114657701338727331</id><published>2006-05-02T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T21:36:53.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>of all the things about You that i love&lt;br /&gt;of all the things about You that i love&lt;br /&gt;of all the things about You that i love&lt;br /&gt;i love the most that You first loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i love the way You made the heavens and the earth&lt;br /&gt;and i love the starry hosts in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Lord, but everytime i think about Your love for me&lt;br /&gt;i just want to stand and testify&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i love the way You came and gave Your life for us&lt;br /&gt;and i love that we've been saved by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;and to think you would have done it all just for me&lt;br /&gt;makes me want to &lt;strong&gt;sing&lt;/strong&gt; for all my days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114657701338727331?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114657701338727331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114657701338727331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-all-things-about-you-that-i-love-of.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114623571020875605</id><published>2006-04-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:48:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drats.&lt;br /&gt;i deleted the links when i was deleting the old tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;do leave your links again and i'll try to fix it up soon.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was on a 2 days mc this week. and it was bad. trng on mon and tues. and tuesday night, if you've heard about it. eeks. so i went to the doc on wed morning and she said it is query appendicities. cos the symptoms were there. and if it gets any worse, there goes my appendix. she didnt say this word for word. but this was almost what she meant. can you actually imagine such a small little silly hook causing so much of a trouble. ayes. so i slept the two days away. the weather was just right. okays. maybe not. i thought i was going to miss the hwachong match. and i was quite prepared to feel disappointed about my absence. fortunately or unfortunately, the match was postponed due to the bad weather. so yes. seventeenth may. the day after choir concert:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's short. i mean like fridays are. no softball for at least a week. i took 135 to sch. we had this plan that i wld meet bi and sly then we'll go to school tgt. but i hopped on the earlier 135. so i sat with felicia to tk. (note: a sec 2 tk softballer) then i had to wait for the rest again. spent my four period break catching up on two day's work. then it was the dreaded gp lesson. oh and ml actually chided me and sj for talking during assembly. and he was outrageously rude to us. gosh. anyhow, the class was practically sleeping throughout the video he screened for us in the english room. i guess it was too comfy. while i was attempting to complete the chem prac worksheet. oh yes! and so it was the long-awaited silver mirror test. but i still cldnt get it. and mixing and handling those chemicals became quite a chore. now i've got silver chloride stains on my elbow and on my blouse. sheesh. chem remedial followed up. routinely &lt;em&gt;enjoyable. &lt;/em&gt;then i met up with kel and pris for yoshi lunch. and mint choc pretzel after that. jas dropped by for a short while. and then we went to meet herbie. and played risk. and im home! caught the last episode of the undisclosed. so 2 yoshis in 7 days. gooo.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taitai classes here we come:):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114623571020875605?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114623571020875605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114623571020875605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/drats.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114545402016397966</id><published>2006-04-19T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:40:20.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>technology.&lt;br /&gt;it brings people closer.&lt;br /&gt;you say emotions cant be fully expressed.&lt;br /&gt;but i would rather be communicating over that luminance screen&lt;br /&gt;than to lose all contact.&lt;br /&gt;at least you know what i want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transport.&lt;br /&gt;concession seems like everything.&lt;br /&gt;they carry me on my little adventures.&lt;br /&gt;just like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;media.&lt;br /&gt;a tonne of crap.&lt;br /&gt;they stir trouble.&lt;br /&gt;they intoxicate you.&lt;br /&gt;they blow the fiery flumes&lt;br /&gt;just to tell you how resourceful they can be.&lt;br /&gt;but i say&lt;br /&gt;yet another tonne of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i just be that flourist at the shop house downstairs?&lt;br /&gt;can i just be that wedding planner at the bridal studio?&lt;br /&gt;can i just be someone simple, leading a pretty satisfied life?&lt;br /&gt;i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because satisfaction comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;and my heart's filled with Your love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114545402016397966?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114545402016397966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114545402016397966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/technology.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114536214190462495</id><published>2006-04-18T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:09:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/18.04.06%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/18.04.06%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sly and me. after game at tpjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/18.04.06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/18.04.06%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vj sportsday 2006: me, nic and joyce.&lt;br /&gt;pppphhhhhoooooeeeeennnnniiiiiixxxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, sly and sj:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team dinner at ps cartel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi and me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queen/me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vj softball girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/1600/DSCN0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/1137/320/DSCN0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sly, me and clara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114536214190462495?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114536214190462495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114536214190462495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/sly-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114468533852748908</id><published>2006-04-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T00:08:58.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short and sweet is nice okays.&lt;br /&gt;here's a long&lt;strike&gt;er than usual&lt;/strike&gt; entry for ms kiwi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday...&lt;br /&gt;i went for morning jog in the slight drizzle. then to the gym. got changed and dressed for 945 mass. it was rather exciting. cos it was palm sunday. and everyone had palms in their hands. there was a minor hiccup at the easter fiesta booth. but other than that everything was quite okay. sat with the cc1s for mass. apparently seats were reserved for them. council meeting after that. like the few others we had before, there was bound to be much to laugh about. sunday lunch at sunday coffeeshop. with cartons of sunday vitasoy.&lt;em&gt; (note: sunday refers to any day im in church) &lt;/em&gt;after which, we helped out with church cleaning. it wasnt as bad as i thought it would have turned out actually. cos the servers were in the main church too, rehearsing for the holy masses to come. and did i mention? it holy week! so we stayed til around four plus. then i went to central with lyn and add. caught abit of ms singapore. cos there werent any other nice shows around. spend the rest of night on the phone before dozing off to dreamland. and yes. where i dreamnt about the silliest of the silly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday...&lt;br /&gt;back to school. the most dreaded day. packed with tutorials. especially when there;s no more physics practical. this means three physics tutorial in a day. ayes. made our way down to national stadium with yan, jess and meilin. i never knew there were so many different associations underneath the spectators stand. to think i've attended numerous parades and events there. hahs. but it was an eye opener. but the rooms were quite small. and the doors! green and woody. like godillocks kind. we entered one of them labeled singapore baseball/softball. and the lady in there was eating an ice-cream. so off we went, to get ourselves a treat too. hahas. back to tk for training. only a few of us were there. i liked this kinda training though. cos there;s more chance to improve and to play and to learn! sly couldnt join cos she had to finish her essay. what a pity. anyway, it means im free tmr. hahas. im looking forward to every new day. and here;s whats in store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: lunch. passover meal.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: game against tpjc. easter fiesta last meeting.&lt;br /&gt;thursday: sportsday. chrism mass. adoration.&lt;br /&gt;friday: passion play.&lt;br /&gt;saturday: leader's meeting. mpm. easter fiesta deco.&lt;br /&gt;sunday: easter fiesta! easter dinner. simply easter joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;monday: three periods of physics tutorial again&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. so much nitty gritty details. eeks. short entries are still prefered. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheers to my gp rep. she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like emmanuel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, its gonna be an awesome week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114468533852748908?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114468533852748908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114468533852748908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/short-and-sweet-is-nice-okays.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114451941986134837</id><published>2006-04-09T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:03:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im done with my gp essay:) and i chanced upon alot of interesting news. and its just one more month to go. yeah. one more week to easter. and one more night to precious passion sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so close to flagrant disregard. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so close to squeamishness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chained. to the prisoner's ball.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the knuckles cracked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like how you've showed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a garden called gethsemane.&lt;br /&gt;a garden of agony.&lt;br /&gt;yet a garden of hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114451941986134837?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114451941986134837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114451941986134837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-done-with-my-gp-essay-and-i-chanced.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114390985674746646</id><published>2006-04-02T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:44:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey!&lt;br /&gt;music fest was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;and all the crappy april fool's joke.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for invading. that's a really nice song. i swear:):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114390985674746646?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114390985674746646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114390985674746646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/04/heyhey-music-fest-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114368972172864211</id><published>2006-03-30T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T11:41:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I swear like the shadow that's by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the questions in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I know what's weighing on your mind&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure I know my heart&lt;br /&gt;`Coz I'll stand beside you through the years&lt;br /&gt;You'll only cry those happy tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, by the moon and the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I swear, like a shadow that's by your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you with every beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you every thing I can&lt;br /&gt;I'll build your dreams with these two hands&lt;br /&gt;We'll hang some memories on the walls&lt;br /&gt;And when just the two of us are there&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to ask if I still care&lt;br /&gt;`Coz as the time turns the page, my love won't age at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I swear (and I swear) like the shadow that's by your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you with every beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear (I swear) by the moon and stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;I swear like the shadow that's by your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you with every (single) beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I swear,Oh... I ... swear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your favourite song I'm leaving for you. Hope you are having a good rest now. But I will wake you in a few hours time. We will have fun. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Orion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114368972172864211?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114368972172864211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114368972172864211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-swear-by-moon-and-stars-in-sky-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114330868202996339</id><published>2006-03-26T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:44:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these two days were pretty lovely. that's the simplest way to describe. to the point. ahhs. watched the all stars at kallang in the morning. macs for lunch. then we headed all the way down to woodlands for the sas game. singapore american school. we won:) 6-5. it was a good game though. i like their outgoing personality and the place was so gorgeous. their parents came fetch us  in mpvs from the stations. one after another. so cool. and there was this 'softball cracked' windscreen sticker that i felt was really cute. it was dogh after that. then supper at macs again. i enjoyed myself truckloads. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114330868202996339?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114330868202996339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114330868202996339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/03/these-two-days-were-pretty-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114310796017530873</id><published>2006-03-23T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:59:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursdays! my sweet and short days.&lt;br /&gt;so i joined in pe today. we did floorball. it was quite funny. like always. when you've got the girls like esther, nic and caroline. hahs. march hols are over in a blink of an eye. it was a eight days straight of softball. we watched 61* at jy's place. subway-ed. and made a hell lot of noise at raffles. and src is over. we came in second. after hwachong. and the all stars match is this saturday. i think it would be a real good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. there's so many things to do that a lifetime's never enough. somethings got to be sacrificed. some have to be cherished. and a balance will never be one fair. if only things were as easy as a see-saw. but He's getting me there. i'm sure. and after reading dot's entry about the cc4 camp. i want to go for the next one too&lt;strong&gt;*coffee's in the mixer*&lt;/strong&gt; its so exciting. hahs. and there's so many things in store this term. goodie stuff. plus the softballers. thanks to queen and meilin for those appreciative hugs. i just love the time we spend tgt. ahhs. and i surely wouldnt mind more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see myself ten years down the road. and i love it. because i see myself still safe in Your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a man hasn't discovered something that he will die for, he isn't fit to live!" - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Find whats written on your door then pray for the Keys to open it. Look Up, Speak Out, Walk In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. -phil3:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114310796017530873?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114310796017530873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114310796017530873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/03/thursdays-my-sweet-and-short-days.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114225891103913907</id><published>2006-03-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:08:31.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from cc4 camp. and im missing it. all the friendsy songs from the last session keeps running through my head. and you, thanks for coming up to me. i wld never have expected it coming from you. perhaps someday i'll get to know you better. someone more than just a little boy whom i've felt difficult to ever open up with. you were right. we had our fair share of fun. yet our fair share annoyance. from all the penang trips, and the many other trips we've been to together. it wasnt the you you i saw today. and perhaps things will change in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's cheers to the mass and music comm. we did well. but it seems like we were working at the wrong time. like all our late night preps during camp. but it was fun. i've learnt quite abit. but i missed the most important programme. perhaps i'll be given another chance next year. the bbq last night was nice too. if only we really partied till dawn. heh. and the people i've met in this camp. cheers to you! you're all so marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so much so much to talk about. but i need my sleep. i shall be off. and back soon. and im looking forward to breakfast with the trio. yeah=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114225891103913907?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114225891103913907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114225891103913907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-back-from-cc4-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114162427557742462</id><published>2006-03-06T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:51:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just struck me. how i wouldnt say i love fridays now. cos all i could ever think about now was what happened on that friday. there's so many things i would have loved to ask you. but there's no chance. and there's no use. nothing will ever be the same again without you. the last thing you ever did to me was a little wave last friday. had you already in mind it was a farewell bid? how i wish i could turn back time and look into your eyes once again. that pair of eyes that once shimmered with hope, with confidence that i never found in anyone elses. as much as i looked forward to the end of chem papers, i wish i never did now. i wish i always had you to take the exams with me. but its silly to wish now. silly to regret now. cos just when we were a step closer this year, you left. but still, you will be someone very very special in my heart. someone i've learnt quite abit from. someone i've always admired for intelligence. thank you for all the lovely times you've shared. i miss you alot alot. and i'll pray hard. that you'll be one of them i'll meet in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114162427557742462?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114162427557742462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114162427557742462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-just-struck-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114079973942799310</id><published>2006-02-25T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:48:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday! i love fridays. it marks the end of another week i'll pulled through by God's grace. praise my Lord. anyhow, here's a few things to mark this week. (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- youth council meeting on thurs. it was nice. and really different from the past council. no offence but im glad to be able to witness such a change. ahs.&lt;br /&gt;- soccer after gym on monday. it was darn funny. i guess we spent more time laughing than kicking around. after which mr wee wanted us to play against the soccer girls when we were having so much fun at the hockey pitch squeaking. hahs. so we went over to the parade square and tata, we lost 1-0. it wasnt that bad though. i mean, if you were there, you would have know. muahahs.&lt;br /&gt;-macs with manyi. gosh. another silly time of jokes and more jokes. cranky over organic chem yet again.&lt;br /&gt;-trainings. were cool. were hot. were burnt.&lt;br /&gt;-i climbed over the school gates for the first time ever. its some sort of legend would i say. hearing pple climbing over them. cos there wasnt a choice. we stayed back in the canteen to mug after we bathed. and we had saprino pizzas. they were not bad. and we were actually locked in. anyhow, the school was like ours alone. hahs. it was a friday aftn but there werent many ccas around. eone was mugging away. sounds wrong. ahs. yea. so we had the restrooms, canteen blah blah blah all to oursevles.&lt;br /&gt;-physics spa on friday. 8 to 9. i forgot my hp. so i decided to come home during the few hours break. just in time for lunch! cooked by mom. so i ate with sis read the papers, the bible and just all the stuff i felt so relaxed at. and headed back to school. the roads werent jammed so i didnt mind the journey. back for trng. and tk were having their sports heats. pep talk. was good. i mean, meaningful. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;-snail mail and a pin badge with Y send from my best friend! hahs. its on my pen case now. no worries. i'll think about you. surely. and nineteen. that was chosen because of you. its the number ms jacob used to call. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-the list really goes on... its been an eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;-and one more thing, my reflection always seem to be returning back to this same good old point. i love it. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Too marvelous for words&lt;br /&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom the depth of Your love?&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Majesty enthroned above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;Holy God to Whom all praise is due&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114079973942799310?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114079973942799310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114079973942799310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-friday-i-love-fridays_25.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114079960375384605</id><published>2006-02-25T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:46:43.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday! i love fridays. it marks the end of another week i'll pulled through by God's grace. praise my Lord. anyhow, here's a few things to mark this week. (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- youth council meeting on thurs. it was nice. and really different from the past council. no offence but im glad to be able to witness such a change. ahs.&lt;br /&gt;- soccer after gym on monday. it was darn funny. i guess we spent more time laughing than kicking around. after which mr wee wanted us to play against the soccer girls when we were having so much fun at the hockey pitch squeaking. hahs. so we went over to the parade square and tata, we lost 1-0. it wasnt that bad though. i mean, if you were there, you would have know. muahahs.&lt;br /&gt;-macs with manyi. gosh. another silly time of jokes and more jokes. cranky over organic chem yet again.&lt;br /&gt;-trainings. were cool. were hot. were burnt.&lt;br /&gt;-i climbed over the school gates for the first time ever. its some sort of legend would i say. hearing pple climbing over them. cos there wasnt a choice. we stayed back in the canteen to mug after we bathed. and we had saprino pizzas. they were not bad. and we were actually locked in. anyhow, the school was like ours alone. hahs. it was a friday aftn but there werent many ccas around. eone was mugging away. sounds wrong. ahs. yea. so we had the restrooms, canteen blah blah blah all to oursevles.&lt;br /&gt;-physics spa on friday. 8 to 9. i forgot my hp. so i decided to come home during the few hours break. just in time for lunch! cooked by mom. so i ate with sis read the papers, the bible and just all the stuff i felt so relaxed at. and headed back to school. the roads werent jammed so i didnt mind the journey. back for trng. and tk were having their sports heats. pep talk. was good. i mean, meaningful. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;-snail mail and a pin badge with Y send from my best friend! hahs. its on my pen case now. no worries. i'll think about you. surely. and nineteen. that was chosen because of you. its the number ms jacob used to call. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-the list really goes on... its been an eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;-and one more thing, my reflection always seem to be returning back to this same good old point. i love it. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Too marvelous for words&lt;br /&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom the depth of Your love?&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Majesty enthroned above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;Holy God to Whom all praise is due&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114079960375384605?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114079960375384605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114079960375384605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-friday-i-love-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-114016400161831225</id><published>2006-02-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T16:13:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im at mom's. finally. its a busy week. and finally its friday. ahhs. polished teeth. gee:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-114016400161831225?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114016400161831225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/114016400161831225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-at-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113846203613179689</id><published>2006-01-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:27:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its chinese new year eve! im at grams place using the com. i want to join them at the fireworks. but hais. im stuck at a ulu place. anyhow, i watched wimbledon and meet the fockers earlier this evening. dont feel like watching anymore. its too comfy in there and i might just fall asleep. met jjmm for the campaign thingy this morn. at last i've got sth started.  then explc. guilty. cos i cldnt absorb much. only digested some peanut coconut sweet made by the camelite nuns. its really sweet. spring cleaned and here to gram's. souvenirs from the states! i was looking thru the photos they snapped. and yea, my mind was flooded with thoughts. i mean like.... and like... oh sheesh. but i've got no concrete plans. yea. perhaps after next week. ayes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, yes addison! i agree! ystd was fun. tonnes of it. i made my maiden step into st pats. and i realised how much i missed st nicks. the feeling i get in college is just so different from sec school. i miss cny masses. dances. and songs. then to the other side of the island. i finally settled on a biblical theme for the campaign. then the spiritual prep at night was niccceeeee. even though there were so few of us who turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;february is such a packed month. six days to explc camp. im experiecing pre-camp excitement. i wont say its a terribly good thing cos its measured on the same scale as my post-camp withdrawal symptoms. oh *smacks myself* at least, there's a reason to smile the whole week through. cny visiting. fellowships. and simply mahjong. muahahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i hate politics.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113846203613179689?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113846203613179689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113846203613179689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-chinese-new-year-eve-im-at-grams.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113820851425446464</id><published>2006-01-26T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T01:01:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elle sont tres ennuyeuse.&lt;br /&gt;je veux amigos para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113820851425446464?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113820851425446464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113820851425446464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/elle-sont-tres-ennuyeuse.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113777485309591885</id><published>2006-01-21T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:36:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love, best served when its given from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Spade.&lt;br /&gt;the ought Superior.&lt;br /&gt;the self-proclaim mind you.&lt;br /&gt;the black. the short and the stout.&lt;br /&gt;he digs. he scrambles. he ransacks.&lt;br /&gt;and one rivulet streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sure did create a mess.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, he could steal nothing.&lt;br /&gt;nothing was ever his.&lt;br /&gt;it was a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;for whatever you lost, he lost a double.&lt;br /&gt;you know you are winning.&lt;br /&gt;and well, you've just won.&lt;br /&gt;the second tear has been paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a deck of lies.&lt;br /&gt;it was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;thirteen spades.&lt;br /&gt;you cant escape,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;the others spelt r-u-n.&lt;br /&gt;you know it isnt true.&lt;br /&gt;cos you've just found someone else notches better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it didnt have to be a royal flush.&lt;br /&gt;but you know He's yours forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart smiles everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;you dont bother about hell.&lt;br /&gt;you know you've got the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to dictate every single blessing.&lt;br /&gt;you know you're far more fortunate than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you've got the last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i will go,&lt;br /&gt;''see, i told you.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113777485309591885?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113777485309591885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113777485309591885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-best-served-when-its-given-from.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113758754389130304</id><published>2006-01-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:32:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its another great day! i feel loved. gosh. training was lovely too. with our auntie umbrellas race and stuff. our piggy back rides. our wobbly legs. well, you see, its been a long while since i;ve seen such camaraderie in school. and i miss stnicks. im looking forward to our cny reunion. and the explc camp too. and the sundays. and the saturdays. and the fridays and the thursdays. im back on track. i've found my direction. and i cant be any happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113758754389130304?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113758754389130304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113758754389130304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-another-great-day-i-feel-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113750283193811044</id><published>2006-01-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T21:00:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its gonna be a busy term. and i feel tied down alrd. anyway, today's maranatha's eighth birthday. oh whee. we're EIGHTH :):):):D yepps. so we celebrated it last sat round the island and finally landed at harbour front. i've done alot these few days. not purely work but yea. i feel glad today. ahhs. im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh. i feel excited for the month of august. well. dont come telling me its a hell of months away. its gonna be a blink of an eye. oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113750283193811044?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113750283193811044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113750283193811044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-gonna-be-busy-term.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113708812471109460</id><published>2006-01-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:48:44.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahas. addison. its not you la. i wont refer negatively to someone who reads my blog. im certain this one will never ever come here. and i really do mean certain. ahas. i've got my means. sorry to keep you worried. hahas. you've been a good boy. and its true:) but i wonder who you've been guessing too. tell me soon too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to saturdays. and gosh. i've said it many times. i hope it doesnt sound too cliche. but it seems like now when i refer to saturday its not exactly the day after friday and before sunday. its just what i get to do and who i meet on saturdays that i miss. so yea. if you do get what i mean. it seems like every day is a saturday now. cos when the bell rings and the books close. you, and i dont mean just you but&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt;, will be there for me. ahas. this is so lovely. thanks for being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113708812471109460?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113708812471109460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113708812471109460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113682528777970235</id><published>2006-01-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:48:07.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there used to be a mouse. scrambling throughout the maze in search for his cheese.&lt;br /&gt;there used to be a dove, soaring in the clear blue sky in search for the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;it was a mouse. not a rat.&lt;br /&gt;it was a dove. not a crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i see the ulgiest side of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the red man lits.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish you could just stop it.&lt;br /&gt;the green man flashes.&lt;br /&gt;and you stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the might you promised me.&lt;br /&gt;it went along with you.&lt;br /&gt;with you,&lt;br /&gt;into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that.&lt;br /&gt;was the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its weird to know you're sitting on the fence.&lt;br /&gt;its weird to know you're there but not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;its weird to know how you're going around trying sorts.&lt;br /&gt;its weird if you ever do return.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow. i know you will.&lt;br /&gt;because you wont leave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps being weird is the in thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i wldnt dare try.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113682528777970235?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113682528777970235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113682528777970235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-used-to-be-mouse.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113674087728799595</id><published>2006-01-09T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:21:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it was day of recollection just this saturday. it made me realise how much i was still dwelling in the year 2005. how much i love and miss the times we had. how much i've learnt and how much i've lost. how much i've received and how little i've gave. but it was time to bring an official closure to 2005 which i have yet i suppose. and i recollected the good and the bad times we had. and the most unforgetable time was our retreat at the start of the year. then, i gained alot. i remember the retreat house we were in. this gorgeuos bungalow. with rooms so elegant and cosy. with toliets so spick and span. with walls embedding almighty protection. with tiles shimmering hope. with love radiating north south east and west. every activity was participated with much sincerity. much enthusiasm. much pleasure. we did everything together. and our many hearts beating as one. we played hockey using brooms, dustpans, feather dusters and scrubs. we cleaned, swept and mopped. we fed each other curry dipped pratas. and we smashed them on each other's nose. we had oreos sliding down our foreheads to our mouth. we had sessions to praise. sessions to worship. and sessions just to let us know how silly we were. sessions to know how important we are to each other. we laughed, we cried, we cheered. and we emerged as stronger hearts. and there it was. such strong love i ever experienced. along the corridors and down the stairs, you never walked alone. you bang into each other and you start to chat. it'll take long for you to come down from the dorms. but there we were. playing scissors paper and stone just to get a step higher. and there we were. queuing behind those closed doors anticipating the next activity. there we were. passing one cup of water so that everyone could have a sip. there we were. sneaking into the kitchen so that we could be of some help. but most of the times, we were chased out. the kitchen was thiers. ahas. there's much more to us. but such a beautiful milestone cant just be described well in words. it would take a lifetime to know it, live it and love it. so, would you want to spend your lifetime journeying with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this coming saturday would be maranatha's eighth birthday. eight years. that's quite a long time. its almost like half my age. i've spend a year and a half there. and im still loving it. here's a big thanks to all those who've helped mpm to grow all these years. thank you for bringing mpm to what it is today. and i stand in awe. for every saturday that comes and stays somewhere in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to (in no order of preference) herman, tm, elvin, hil, jo, ben, lyn, aaron, mark, jacq, jo', mich, daisy, matt, dot, joyce, addi, rach, ber, joel, aloy, small rach, aloy', jeremy, sean, ray, marisa, ken, alvin, melvin, alvina, jenn, and the lek sisters... i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with this, i officially bring a closure to year 2005. may 2006 be a blessed year for all of us. may we learn to love each other more with each new day. may the words of love be on our lips in everything we say. may the spirit melt our hearts and teach us how to pray, that we may be a true family. amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113674087728799595?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113674087728799595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113674087728799595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-was-day-of-recollection-just-this.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113655842065841576</id><published>2006-01-06T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:40:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's a happy day. a blessed day. cos i met jj for &lt;em&gt;hashcakes&lt;/em&gt;. and i actually lugged all my school stuff plus training stuff plus my working uniforms to be returned all the way to j8 and back home. i use to envy how you people can receive msges saying lectures are cancelled. hahas. and i got it today. like wow. i wanted to be there for tie day but i had 5 periods of break in the morning, so i decided to go a little later for chem at 12. so we walked around. i was so elated that i didnt realise i lost my wallet. i dropped it at macs=/ it was only quite some time later that we decided to find a place to sit that we went to mos. and i wanted a strawberry shake. but i couldnt find my wallet. and i was super afraid. you know, i've never misplaced my wallet before. then i rushed back to macs. but it wasnt anywhere on the ground. and someone called me from the back. it was the manager there:) they've got my wallet. all intact:) lucky me. here's a big THANK YOU to the honest customer who returned the wallet. i cant imagine what would happen otherwise. sheesh. lucky lucky. its a good day. and it was training at tk after that. quite bad. as in, hais. but its better now la. she made them sit down and have a talk. she was quite annoyed. sheesh. but i feel a little more optimistic after hearing some words. anyhow, i headed down to chuyi after training with min. and im home just in time for the nine o clock show. ahhs. and one more thing. im addicted to corrinne may's voice. it feels like a must everywhere. gosh. still thinking if i shld go for her concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is nearing. in two hours. i feel even more excited than countdown. heh. and may we have a good weather tmr too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="superhero"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conquer the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;And i just dont know where to turnI&lt;br /&gt;'ve got work piled up to my head&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do is jump into bed&lt;br /&gt;And wash away my troubles with lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Play hide and seek with the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;Take a trip to Singapore and&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how i'll make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a good disguise&lt;br /&gt;One where nobody can recognise&lt;br /&gt;That I'm feeling so small&lt;br /&gt;All i need is a small weapon&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;Zapping monsters into outer space&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to clean up the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick the bad boys back to school&lt;br /&gt;Teach them fighting's just not cool&lt;br /&gt;I'd give every kid a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;Turn starving people into millionaires&lt;br /&gt;Break glass ceilings with dynamite&lt;br /&gt;sprinkle a little sugar and spice&lt;br /&gt;Turn the bullies that terrorize&lt;br /&gt;into pink poodles that bark,&lt;br /&gt;But don't bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need is a good disguise&lt;br /&gt;One where nobody can recognise&lt;br /&gt;That I'm feeling so small&lt;br /&gt;All i need is a secret weapon&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta have faith&lt;br /&gt;Zapping monsters into outer space&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Save Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Little Superhero Girl&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to conquer the whole wide world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113655842065841576?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113655842065841576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113655842065841576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/todays-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113647447191577790</id><published>2006-01-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:21:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy new year everybody!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back. econs r ended today. price discrimination was tested. i feel cheated. ayes. its okay. try harder. its a new year. new events are coming up. more new faces to meet. and much more things to learn. explc camp is in a month's time. and suddenly i dont feel prepared again. ayes. yet im more looking forward to facil cc4. somehow i think i'll learn much more there. and im excited too for the cc4 camp. it reminds me of my own confirmation camp. my own beautiful experiences. and that's will be after block tests. oh. block tests. its back again. sigh. apparently, they found it useful. so perhaps its not that bad too. week nine. block tests. sheesh. week eight. spa. this term's gonna be packed. with cny celeb. and camps. oh whee! and next term there's easter feista and i just attended the first meeting. but it was more like on impulse. cos i just heard about it from jj. i didnt agree to go for it. i feel quite loaded alrd. plus there's cca too. i seriously almost wanted to quit it. cant wait for it to be over. i've stopped for a week. cos of econs r. but i think i wont la. even mr chow says so. in a way. oh. mr chow. he's my new physics tutor. the honourable author of my secondary physics textbook. he's quite comical. cos when i see him i recall the geog trip. ahas. plus he screened apollo 13 for us today. and we ended quite late ard 2 instead of 12.45. hmph. anyhow, we managed backstage passes! to the exclusive pa room. hahas. but we stayed for 01 so long that it started to rain. one year's gone fast. really fast. i want this year to fly too. but i want my saturdays longer! im looking forward to mpm retreat tmr tmr! i want mpm. i want jym pte ltd and our lovely but rather annoying songs. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its a strawberry pocky day today:):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113647447191577790?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113647447191577790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113647447191577790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-everybody-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113570131247977414</id><published>2005-12-28T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:35:12.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lazy to blog all the fun that i had these past days. basically it was pure fun hanging out with mpm and my family and my friends. heh. so cool. oh. the headlines, jy has captured m. from a partnership to a company. as what m calls it. but we're jealous. cos m has her own m:industrie. hmph. alrights. im being cranky. anyhow, i think i prefer tagging nowadays. feels such a chore coming here. so yeah, see you at j or m's site. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113570131247977414?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113570131247977414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113570131247977414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-feel-lazy-to-blog-all-fun-that-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113536150415156311</id><published>2005-12-24T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:11:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its christmas eve already! and thanks esther. hahs. 2943 years eh. we must be old. see that grey hair? heh. i feel chrismassy these days. thanks to lirong, prisca and jean for those snail mails. sentimental feeling i get from my fellow six fathians. and plus rachel's scare turn hilary's surprise. gosh. first degree surprise aka shock. it was so scary for me to get to my back gate past midnight. and meeting someone so unexpected. and i actually had to force my eyes to look down at the floor first to see if i could regconise whose shoes they belonged to before i dared to look into the eyes. anyhow, thank hil jo and rach for the surprise and gift. i did feel quite tempted to rip it open but i didnt. its still in tip top condition now. oh whee. boxing day. boxing day. boxing day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i cant keep track of my days now. but i rmb going out with my family this week. except dad of cos. he had to work. ayes. busy man. so we did some christmas shopping tgt. finally there came a time when i dont have to admire other kids going on a christmas spree with mom and dad. heh. i guess its just quite natural that when we grown older we'll grow out of it. ayes. and mom actually signed up for chicky club when we had dinner at kfc bcos the staff there had such a glib tongue. cheeky club. we even received free collectables from mr chicky. oh ekks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the gathering as gerri's place that day was fun too. the food was fabulous! there was apple crumble, fruit pie, turkey, bacon and blah blah blah. the fellowship was quite good also. with murderer and mafia. i think its gonna be fulfiling facilitating the next batch. they did seem well to work with. and the card was sweet too. thank you:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yepps. im feeling happy these days. so im sharing it with all of you reading this. much more's coming up. and i do hope we can play mafia at michelle's place later though. just this sudden craving. sheesh. heh. im looking forward to midnight mass. hopefully pris can make it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to jingle and jangle christmas!&lt;br /&gt;have a sweet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113536150415156311?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113536150415156311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113536150415156311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-eve-already-and-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113509778396947732</id><published>2005-12-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:56:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im blessed.&lt;br /&gt;i think im spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;im blessed.&lt;br /&gt;and im spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;by my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've came to realise how good He still is.&lt;br /&gt;how much He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;how long He has been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;cos its gonna be so difficult spelling out how b-l-e-s-s-e-d i am.&lt;br /&gt;it takes my shadow to know how glad i am.&lt;br /&gt;how freed i feel.&lt;br /&gt;how loved i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess one thing i noted from camp which didnt seem any obvious then actually came true.&lt;br /&gt;f.r.i.e.n.d.s&lt;br /&gt;that's all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;ahhs.&lt;br /&gt;you know it. i know it.&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;we stay that way:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113509778396947732?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113509778396947732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113509778396947732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-im-blessed.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113489616492286078</id><published>2005-12-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:56:04.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. yes addison. its a song. from s club. ahhs:) thanks sam. and sean! seems like im seeing you everywhere. hahs. and your brother. gosh. i guessed as much he had some relation with you. the first time i saw him at jo's house was like woah. a splitting image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, prayerwalk's over. it was awesome. it was lovely. it was simply great. though i feel a little more relieved now i kinda miss spending time with them too. like we how we would have dinners every evening tgt and some chats til late night. but yea, its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got econs re-paper. i shant stay long. then i can enjoy my christmas and new year with all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear maranatha, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm so in love with you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yvonne.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113489616492286078?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113489616492286078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113489616492286078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113471278808529000</id><published>2005-12-16T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:05:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First he said that he wouldn't leave me&lt;br /&gt;What a fool to believe that line&lt;br /&gt;Just another one of his obsessions&lt;br /&gt;To help to pass the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it right,&lt;br /&gt;get it right,&lt;br /&gt;get it right,&lt;br /&gt;don't get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if you want me,&lt;br /&gt;get your ass on over here and show me&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you need me&lt;br /&gt;Get your act together boy and show me&lt;br /&gt;You should be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;One of us will lose&lt;br /&gt;Is it her or me&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Are you over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos you said that you wouldn't cheat me&lt;br /&gt;That our love was to last all time&lt;br /&gt;She must've been a big exception&lt;br /&gt;If you're not the cheating kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it right,&lt;br /&gt;get it right,&lt;br /&gt;get it right&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if you want me&lt;br /&gt;Get your ass on over here and show me&lt;br /&gt;Stop wasting time&lt;br /&gt;Boy if you knew me&lt;br /&gt;Baby you would never want to lose me&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;One of us will lose&lt;br /&gt;Is it her or me&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Are you over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;strike&gt;not&lt;/strike&gt; over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta take the good with the bad&lt;br /&gt;The happy with the sad&lt;br /&gt;But don't get mad if things don't go the way you planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just understand that real love is in demandI&lt;br /&gt;f you're ready for commitment girl just take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And if you get lucky, love will be a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many roads which one you gonna choose&lt;br /&gt;But there's a risk, you know you gotta take&lt;br /&gt;No messing, a choice you gotta make&lt;br /&gt;There's one cross you know you gotta bare&lt;br /&gt;All in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;One of us will lose&lt;br /&gt;Is it her or me&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's it gonna be&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Are you over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113471278808529000?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113471278808529000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113471278808529000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-he-said-that-he-wouldnt-leave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113461608278365667</id><published>2005-12-15T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:08:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>youth camp's over. though i did feel that the spiritual element wasnt as strong as the others this time. it was quite alright. but if there's one thing that grew in me throughout this camp, it would be my sense of belonging towards maranatha. there were moments when i felt proud being one of them. ahhs. we played alot of crazy games. rough and gross. hahas. but it was fun. the dorms were quite unpleasant though. but there were still nice pple around:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated nic's bday back at chuyi. then we headed down to ps to watch &lt;em&gt;perhaps love&lt;/em&gt;. hahas. we had quite abit of laughs not understanding the show well. plus the sea games hoo-ha. sweet popcorns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;prayerwalk. prayerwalk!&lt;br /&gt;they came to my house first then nat's. it ran quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;poot's house to do souvenirs. then back to prayerwalk. at marisa's house. then some tua hway at srgn. had quite a long chat. luckily dad drove me home. but i overslept this morning. cant make it for the pennitential service. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sixone christmas party has been cancelled. utterly depressed. was quite looking forward to it. please. let's make some other arrangements. perhaps we could go shopshop. ahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third day of prayerwalk. may it be nice:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113461608278365667?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113461608278365667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113461608278365667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/youth-camps-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113406025452772093</id><published>2005-12-09T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T00:44:14.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive packed.&lt;br /&gt;all ready to set off for camp i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but guilty.&lt;br /&gt;ivent got my heart and mind tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i went to grandma's house! after i settle some stuff at the bank. so i bought her two kong ba pau. i think that's what you call it. heh. she was happy when she saw me. i just know it. she's with bro and my other relatives now. at cameron highlands. and he took the sleeping bag from the store alrd. means im left with none. i wonder if we need them tmr. its kinda late to ask ard. nvr mind. i hope we dont need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i went shopping today. ahhs.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the &lt;em&gt;nightmare before christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey charles. i'll be off for camp til the 11th. perhaps update you after that yea? do take care alrights. yeah. christmas is coming. oh whee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mui. long time no see. thanks for dropping by and enjoy your hols=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113406025452772093?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113406025452772093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113406025452772093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-packed.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113392135241954599</id><published>2005-12-07T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T10:09:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;candy floss over popcorns &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         sunflower seeds over saga seeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         rants over surprises&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;em&gt;no-longer-would-i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         no-longer-could-i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         no-longer-should-i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;         no-longer-dare-i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;em&gt;shut-me-down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          turn-me off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;stirke&gt;its a silly way of love.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113392135241954599?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113392135241954599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113392135241954599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-candy-floss-over-popcorns.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113349701775961208</id><published>2005-12-02T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T12:16:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the second day of december:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had lunch with rachel ystd. ahs. i feel so &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; these days. then prayerwalk meeting at night. it was loong. plus the hut building. i stayed a little longer. and i was so tired by the time i got home. but i felt accomplished. and that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the past few days i watched &lt;em&gt;what i like about you &lt;/em&gt;during breakfast. i rmb watching it last year after school on tuesdays. hahs. im suppose to be out with sis today. but ahhs, change of plans. oh. and i'll be working tonight. a little looking foward too. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today. except manyi's getting her gold at the sea games. gosh. im so glad for her=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113349701775961208?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113349701775961208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113349701775961208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-second-day-of-december-so-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113340454720568935</id><published>2005-12-01T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:37:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we ate a dinosaur egg ystd morning. ahs. i just couldnt wait for time to pass. i was almost rotting. and the feeling wasnt nice. like you get paid for not doing anything. you get paid just for your time. so i've been thinking about it. thinking about quiting. i kinda realised there's much more stuff awaiting me. like you, reading this now. plus , they are ridiculously overstaffed and since i dont go back to school much often now, it can be quite a chore getting there. im left with two shifts. friday night and sunday night. so if you are free, come and visit me. dinosaur eggs no more. and im working with grace on sunday night too. ahhs. im off today. and i love the feeling. i woke up pretty early when dad was about to leave for work. then i tidied up the house and planned to swim. but it started raining. hmph. so here i am. listening to carols at the same time. im anticipating the events of month of december. oh whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally the first:):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113340454720568935?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113340454720568935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113340454720568935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-ate-dinosaur-egg-ystd-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113308801542235351</id><published>2005-11-27T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:40:15.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahs. saturday was nice. i enjoyed it tonnes. it was like the yesterdays we had. almost i would say. the many yesterdays we had together. d.a.y was back. back in twos. i had the new and the old. old is gold. the old gold. valued just as much now. it's daisy and andrea. thanks to you two who've played a great role in my months in mpm. its just so super duper nice. i cant describe it in words. but its like WOW to see them again. ahhhs. those sweet sweet memories:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;now another d.a.y. prayerwalk's here again. and my session is with dorothy and annabel. another two great people to work with. its gonna be fun. oh whee! :j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. so yesterday, we had some pizza making competition whereby we had ten bucks to work with. so we went across the road to ang mo and returned first cos the rest went to ntuc. we prepared them in the canteen, it was sooo fun. hahs. then we had session. a nice one. and we did the bake sale. after which, we headed to mark's place for our gathering. his dad baked the pizzas we made early that afternoon. how nice. plus we had choc fondue. i feel like making it at home too. sweet tooth:) then we went up the hill. ate. talked. played. monkey! the interaction was great. and then the surprise cake for marisa. it was quite hilarious. cos we couldnt make her turn away from that direction. ahss. but we all had fun at the end of the day. thanks be to God:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today. is sunday. i was at school. at dr. william tan's ultramarathon. he did 100km. and that's like 250 rounds on the track. so we took turns to sprint. but he wheels even faster than us. he's got great spirit. and we had to wheel the elderly from the care centre too. only two rounds. but i think the response was quite poor. cos in the end, there werent audience. only supporters that took turns to run with him. they should have done more publicity. perhaps it would have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel burnt now. im going kaikai with my family. how lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a room somewhere;&lt;br /&gt;Far away from the cold night air.&lt;br /&gt;With one enormous chair;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wouldn't it be loverly?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of choc'late for me to eat;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of coal makin' lots of heat;&lt;br /&gt;Warm face, warm 'ands, warm feet,&lt;br /&gt;Oh wouldn't it be loverly?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so loverly sittin' abso-bloomin'-lutely still!&lt;br /&gt;I would never budge 'til Spring crep over me winder sill.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's head restin' on my knee;&lt;br /&gt;Warm and tender as he can be,&lt;br /&gt;Who takes good care of me;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wouldn't it be loverly? Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113308801542235351?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113308801542235351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113308801542235351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/11/ahs.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113267865191018238</id><published>2005-11-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:57:31.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hols are here. its been weeks thought. but im finally saying this now. i guess tmr should be the last training in weeks to come. maybe just two. but yea. its good enough. hahs. feastday's gone. i mean, im done with those stuffs. ahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, grandma turned seventy last saturday. seventy! i wonder if i could live to that age. heh. and i recollected the times grandma took care of me and my sis when we were young. cos sis was like her first grandchild. apparently, im the third. some boy came in the way. hahs. grandma was great! she taught me canto. though til this day i still cant speak well, i can understand it! a tiny achievement that im proud of. heh. and the times when grandma brought us out when mom and dad were at work. we went all over singapore. we picked saga seeds together. we went shopping at chinatown together. we went for her canto karaoke lessons together and blah blah blah... but there was once when grandma was assisting me to board sbs, she held this packet of wanton mee soup on the same hand as she clutched my palms. so she kinda scalded my underarms too. hahs. that i do remember. but of course, we had many many happy moments together. well, she's grandma! i shall make it a point to go out with her at least once this hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what i plan to do in the weeks to come:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;(in no special order)&lt;br /&gt;- out with grandma&lt;br /&gt;-to dine with as many mpmers as possible&lt;br /&gt;-christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;-prayerwalk logistics&lt;br /&gt;-xplc!&lt;br /&gt;-sixone gatherings&lt;br /&gt;-pig out with pris, kel, jas, karm, sher&lt;br /&gt;-crash sp lectures again&lt;br /&gt;-watch harry potter and just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i think of more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;im off to bed:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113267865191018238?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113267865191018238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113267865191018238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/11/hols-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113207428662122929</id><published>2005-11-16T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T01:13:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reduced.&lt;br /&gt;to bits.&lt;br /&gt;to shatters.&lt;br /&gt;to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could choose five people i'll meet in heaven, i would choose &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. to make sense out of my yesterdays. to allow for some understanding. to know why things turn out the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost is the drive to want to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;deluded is the idea of love i had.&lt;br /&gt;and reduced am i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113207428662122929?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113207428662122929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113207428662122929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/11/reduced.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113181488419961288</id><published>2005-11-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T01:01:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a rough week gone. finally. but training has started. i feel like cutting my hair pretty short. its so troublesome. sometime soon. when i get my pay. oh yea. btw, im working at some chinese restaurant along upper east coast. heh. with grace:) a plus point. there aint much business:) 2nd plus point. flexi schedule:) 3rd plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a nice saturday. i woke up early to send manyi off for sea games. it was kinda exciting. had salmon scramble for breakfast. fries for snacks and then popeye's. and the jam in the city was crazy. hmph. session was okay. quite funny. we went pasta at night. guys do gossip. i thought it was a girl's thing. hahs. just for entertainment sake alrights. then over to cartel. and home. oh whee. im working tmr. kinda excited:) :):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113181488419961288?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113181488419961288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113181488419961288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/11/rough-week-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113153275406611080</id><published>2005-11-09T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:39:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Sir With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind I know they still will live on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you thank someone&lt;br /&gt;Who has taken you from crayons to perfume?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy, but I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the skyI would write across the sky in letters&lt;br /&gt;That would soar a thousand feet high&lt;br /&gt;To Sir, with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for closing books and long last looks must end&lt;br /&gt;And as I leave I know that I am leaving my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend who taught me right from wrong and weak from strong&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot to learnWhat, what can I give you in return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the moonI would try to make a start&lt;br /&gt;But I, would rather you let me give my heart&lt;br /&gt;To Sir, with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted the moonI would try to make a start&lt;br /&gt;But I, would rather you let me give my heart&lt;br /&gt;To Sir, with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113153275406611080?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all that I can give to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is more than just a game for two&lt;br /&gt;Two in love can make it&lt;br /&gt;Take my heart and please don't break it&lt;br /&gt;Love was made for me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113017936528966778?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113017936528966778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113017936528966778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/10/l-is-for-way-you-look-at-me-o-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-113008291902254726</id><published>2005-10-23T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:55:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it wasnt the big and small things i saw.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the confidence in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;the boldness that comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;it was sth that i lacked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-113008291902254726?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113008291902254726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/113008291902254726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-wasnt-big-and-small-things-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112908098118422633</id><published>2005-10-12T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:36:21.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eventful five days i had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was seoul with nicole, felicia, esther, chenjing, jiahui, hilda and wanting. and we managed to persuade nickie to skip her jap class. so we went shopping tgt:) met quite a few pple i almost couldnt recognize. but it felt great to meet them anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. youth rally plus the talk on Da Vinci Code. frankly speaking, it didnt really appeal to me. i dont read much. maybe, at all. plus all that silly moving from pew to pew. ayes. went to srgn macs after that. and michelle's house for mahjong! i like the baby pink and purple on her walls:) i learnt a new game! stock market was it? ahas. me and daphne lost anyway. argh. but i had a great time. its been long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. out with mommy and daddy and leonard and jiejie. we went to the journey of faith exhibition. thats a second for me. then i headed to ikea and queensway. you know, my dad's the best daddy in the whole wide world! the best! MY BEST. he's so cool and wonderful. &lt;strong&gt;i loooooove my daddy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. watched vcds. slacked around alot. almost wanted to go cycling. but i was too lazy. heh. i enjoyed monday nevertheless;) and tada! there was america's next top model! i still like kahlen though she didnt seem that good this episode:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. hands on! i cooked lunch. with abit of help from mum. my sherperd's pie was burnt:/ so i had to peel the top layer and bake it again. hmph. so nicole, felicia, joyce and grace came over. we had train loads of fun and laughter. played mahjong again. and the silly fortune teller game. it was way too funny. ahs. met prisca, kelly, karmum and yujin at suntec crystal jade at night. missed them loads too. pity jasmine and sherlyn and jill couldnt make it. its kinda surprising how the topics we used to talk about now and in the past have changed much. maybe we're all just grown up? ayes. and karmun! i couldnt shush her in time before she said who won this season of america's next top model. hmph. ahas. luckily its just a few more days to the season finale. i cant wait. keenyah is still just a grey elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. its today! im going out with sixone later. or maybe soon. i shall get changed. school starts tmr. with talks talks and talks. ayes. im gonna enjoyed today to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tatas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112908098118422633?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112908098118422633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112908098118422633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/10/eventful-five-days-i-had-friday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112802868287482468</id><published>2005-09-30T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:18:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aloha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks marisa, andrea, jacq and esther:))))&lt;br /&gt;just four more to go.&lt;br /&gt;soon. it'll be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, my room light is flickering.&lt;br /&gt;every single second.&lt;br /&gt;its annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully dad gets it replaced soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and apparently,&lt;br /&gt;i excused myself from work last night.&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;such a lovely thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im up early today.&lt;br /&gt;it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;the house is sooo quiet.&lt;br /&gt;and im eating tom yam noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinful indulgence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112802868287482468?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112802868287482468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112802868287482468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/aloha-thanks-marisa-andrea-jacq-and.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112782354353464323</id><published>2005-09-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:19:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wed. 28/9. 10.30am-1.30pm -General Paper&lt;br /&gt;mon. 3/10 2pm-5pm -Economics&lt;br /&gt;wed. 4/10 2pm-5pm - Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;thurs. 6/10 8am-11am - Mathmatics&lt;br /&gt;fri. 7/10 8am-11am- Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promos timetable.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's my start.&lt;br /&gt;and their end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my whole day at the youth room. went over to jacq's for lunch. celebrated dotsy's belated bday too. was pleasant. pretty pleasant. a foursome we had. i should be thankful. cos there we were:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmerized were you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112782354353464323?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112782354353464323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112782354353464323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/wed.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112752348276623530</id><published>2005-09-24T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:58:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my boss is a jewish carpenter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112752348276623530?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112752348276623530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112752348276623530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-boss-is-jewish-carpenter.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112706509417353374</id><published>2005-09-19T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:39:17.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to walk among the gathering, swirling leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to find the deep and abiding love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to discover a new understanding of the vast personality, boundless love, and abundant grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i fear &lt;strike&gt;disappointment&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;still, i want it all back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my ohana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112706509417353374?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112706509417353374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112706509417353374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-walk-among-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112663808161817203</id><published>2005-09-14T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:01:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm ... I'm ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All my bags are packed, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ready to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm standin' here outside your door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Already I'm so lonesome &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could die&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's so many times &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've let you down&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many times I've played around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every place I go, I think of you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every song I sing, I sing for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I come back &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll wear your wedding ring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the time has come to leave you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more time, oh, let me kiss you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And close your eyes and I'll be on my way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dream about the days to come&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I won't have to leave alone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;About the times that I won't have to say ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, kiss me and smile for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, babe, I hate to go&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving on a jet plane(Ah ah ah ah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leaving On a jet plane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112663808161817203?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112663808161817203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112663808161817203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/im.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112644799456051072</id><published>2005-09-11T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:13:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh whee.&lt;br /&gt;i had a smashing time at malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;the geog field trip was so fun. so nice. so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the next seven days at kl was great.&lt;br /&gt;like all shopaholics will feel.&lt;br /&gt;sun+ grams place for lunch. grandma's leaving for LA again. another few months not having her around. ayes. then we drove up to kl. reached around eight. had mungo jerry's bkt for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;mon+sungei wang. kinda bored. returned to hotel early. then night market.&lt;br /&gt;tues+ mid valley mega mall. it's seriously the best place to shop.&lt;br /&gt;wed+genting. oh whee! it was lovely. sat coaster rides my lil bro. hmm. he was dead scared. but he pretended! arghh.. i miss those times when our whole big fam would travel tgt. cos it used to be the maids carying our stuff for us when we were playing. but this time, it was mom and dad who stood by the side. boohoos.&lt;br /&gt;thurs+sleep in. mugged a little. watched parent trap! oh whee:):D&lt;br /&gt;fri+dunkin' donuts dunkin' donutsdunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts dunkin' donuts home:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112644799456051072?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112644799456051072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112644799456051072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112435466931455570</id><published>2005-08-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:49:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. seems like ages since i came online. anyhow, im home early today! 3pm. i broke the record. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some updates...&lt;br /&gt;last week was fabulous. i had loads of fun. went to watch the fireworks many times. countdown. national day. and closing ceremony too. so exciting. this week's hectic for me. loads to catch up. lots to laugh and cry about. tonnes of things to miss. aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy week.&lt;br /&gt;will be back when ive got more time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pris&gt;prisandkel&gt;&gt; heys. thanks thanks. miss you so so much. yepps. we're gonna be as busy as bees too. might not be able to meet up soon. i'll be away during sept hols. aye aye. lucks for all your project and tests. i love you two:) plus jasmine. maybe, if she replies my msges faster. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;karm&gt;karm&gt;&gt; gosh. i miss prom night. the times we spent tgt. i loooooove them like crazy. its so so so so nice to meet you along corridors. cos i know this is mutton. who knows all the stuff about pork and beef. plus birdie too. hahs. and all the gossips we once shared. and yes. you've been missing on our recent dates. must join us the next time alrights. october. your favourite month i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;jacq&gt;jacq&gt;&gt; heys! i caught the fireworks on sunday! it was beautiful. tgt with the music. guess you would have gone bonkers if you were there. maybe you were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;charles&gt;charles&gt;&gt; hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. hippo. ahas. thanks for entertaining me during my late nights:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops. i just rmb. the geog-ers are going on a field trip to malaysia. i want to join them. it'll be fun. but it clashes with my shopping spree. or maybe. its a study camp. gonna coop myself in the hotel room and mug. sounds terrible. i want to go to that that that place again. its so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so means i'll be out of town from 1st to 10th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;shopaholic.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112435466931455570?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112435466931455570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112435466931455570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112326543155365107</id><published>2005-08-06T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T02:10:31.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112326543155365107?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112326543155365107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112326543155365107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/08/long-long-time-ago-i-can-still.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112290374605244431</id><published>2005-08-01T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:42:26.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the times you stood by me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking care of me when i was unwell.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for cooling me with the wet towel.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for hushing me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for bearing with all my complaints.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for delivering porridge when i didnt like the food at home.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for feeding me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being so concern.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being you.&lt;br /&gt;a great delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;by you.&lt;br /&gt;im spoilt by your love.&lt;br /&gt;your security.&lt;br /&gt;in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;im loved.&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've witness how mighty your love is for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i've made you upset.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i &lt;strike&gt;cldnt&lt;/strike&gt; love you back.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i held back so much.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i've hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for all the times i cldnt make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;for all the times you cried over me.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;let's start anew.&lt;br /&gt;just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112290374605244431?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112290374605244431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112290374605244431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/08/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112278621000796708</id><published>2005-07-31T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T13:03:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sunday. im home. alone. i slept so much this weekend. ayes. im bored. i dont feel like talking. my throat hurts. i shall go back and sleep more. anyway. thursday was nice. we had college day. dismissed early.the class went to changi airport *pouts* i stayed in school for lunch. met up veron. played abit. then headed to tk for training. left early with shimin. came back to school. rained heavily. drenched. showered. oh yes. and silly me. brought the wrong contact lens case. it contained real contacts instead of my shampoo and soap. in the end i used up the whole bottle of facial cleanser to bathe. made my way to parkway with the rest of my classmates. as usual, we joked around about silly stuff. back to school for college day celebrations. we had to line ourselves along the road to welcome the minister. laughed alot. the mood was nice. back to the hall. live telecast from the performance theatre. it was so dry. everyone started playing their own games. in the hall. was like some party. or maybe detention centre. heh. so we played bingo. ended around nine with mass dances. took the bus home. and 854 broke down along yck. what unluck. friday was nice too. met jas to collect the sleeping bag. went back to stnicks to eat. ate quite abit. met many teachers. so niceeee. dad drove me around by the way.  i love my dad. back to school at 11. tutorials and more. met jas, pris, kel and yujin after school. breeks. met jill too! she was working. so she cldnt join us. karm was unwell. and sher had a concert to attend. next time perhaps. we'll get tgt agian. shopped around. talked alot alot. saturday morning. sick. sheesh. i talked too much. ate too much junk. ayes. attended mass. salad for dinner. went over to michelle's place. forgot to bring home the badminton racquet. sunday. home. again. off to sleep. tata for now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112278621000796708?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112278621000796708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112278621000796708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112238783679043643</id><published>2005-07-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:23:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>monday.&lt;br /&gt;silly day. spa day. eeks. nicole went back mgs for founder's day. felt weird without her presence. somehow. then chinese break was quite interesting. well, cos there's always grace and wanting around. they are hilarious. i took c.s lewis' s the lion, the witch and the wardrobe from the shelf. (cos we did that for lit in p5. i sure do miss 5 wisdom and ms catherine ho.) was stuck on the very first page because we were busy chatting. ahas. i love them. they make me laugh real hard. yepps. so we were talking about going to kallang's tau hway for breakfast on friday. school starts at 11 for me. then we went on and on about america's next top model. talking about that, i do miss nicole and prisca. the times when we couldnt keep our mouths shut while doing barre work. now im coming to realise how much im missing the past. the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;rainy day. sulky day. boos. there wasnt training. so i came home early. or maybe just earlier. mom's always saying that i leave the house before sunrise and returns when the sun goes down. cant help it. im so in love with school. *crossfingers*  the bus ride home was better than i expected. wasnt crowded. smooth driving. well, since there was another 854 in front. pleasant ride. *grins* pleaded mom to bring me to ntuc. it didnt happen in the end though. ayes. i dont want anymore biscuits for breakfast. i went for a swim in the end. 8 laps. felt funny. i couldnt swim straight. accidentally collided with this pretty taiwan actress. who always act as a mum in drama serials. heh. spent half the time downstairs on my phone. ahas. i feel loved again. im eagerly awaiting friday's arrival. havent seen jill, yujin for ages. we're gonna celebrate birthdays*wide grins* i dont feel like attending any tutorials on fri. oh yes. since the day before is college day. i'll start school at 11 on fri. oops. i think i just said that. did i? i'll be making a trip back to &lt;strong&gt;stnicks. &lt;/strong&gt;gosh. i miss my old canteen so much. its the best around. i'll never find any better. i want uncle mobeen's ginger tea!! *drools* and mom just came and asked me to visit grams soon. im surprise. are grams becoming hot topics or what. i shall go on friday morning. it's gonna be a busy one. i still have to pop over jas's place. ayes. but i love it. it's gonna be fun. i guess. i suppose. i will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's the day! i'll my prom room mates plus sherlyn. if nothing goes wrong that is. and jasmine's so funny today. cos i was calling them by the poolside to arrange for this friday. then some stupid old man reprimanded my dear jas on her way home. ahas. some cranky ah peh lah. so i entertained her all the way home. i felt so relaxed doing so. things are well. at least getting better. *smiles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112238783679043643?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112238783679043643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112238783679043643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112207809227419135</id><published>2005-07-23T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:21:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's nothing much to say these few days i guess.&lt;br /&gt;ayes.&lt;br /&gt;oh. aj female soccer. especially to joyce, qius, wans, vans and jolene. im sorry for what has happened. for the times you've sweat it all out and the times you cried your heart out. hais. but seriously. how could they do this to all of you. hais. i guess it really does hurts when a promise is broken. i know how it feels. it could well happen on my side. and when it does, i'll lose my mind. totally. that's me. i take threats for granted. i'll never expect such a thing to happen. wasnt it just a scare? but you took your words for real. and being deluded or rather self-deluding really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it's the passion for the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked home with nicholas ystd. felt nice. cos i havent seen him in ages. and the night sky was beautiful. the moon was pretty too. i shall go star gazing soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112207809227419135?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112207809227419135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112207809227419135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/theres-nothing-much-to-say-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112116806661932570</id><published>2005-07-12T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:34:26.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day after day, i must face a world of strangers,&lt;br /&gt;where i dont belong, im not that strong,&lt;br /&gt;its nice to know, that there's someone i can turn to&lt;br /&gt;who will always care, you are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there's no getting over that rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;when my smallest dreams of my dreams wont come&lt;br /&gt;i can take all the madness the world has to give&lt;br /&gt;but i wont last day without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many times when the city seems without a friendly face&lt;br /&gt;a lonely place.&lt;br /&gt;its nice to know you'll be there if i need you&lt;br /&gt;and you'll always smile, it all worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touch me and i end up singing.&lt;br /&gt;troubles seem to up and disapper&lt;br /&gt;you touch me with the love you're bringing&lt;br /&gt;i cant really lose when you're near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all my friends have forgotten half their promises&lt;br /&gt;they are not unkind, just hard to find&lt;br /&gt;one look at you and i know that i could learn to live without the rest&lt;br /&gt;i've found the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being my best. im sorry for breaking my promises. leaving you disappointed. walking out on you. im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. i'll try to make you the happiest one. i want to be there for you like how you were and are for me. i feel the guilt because i could jolly well have done sth about it. but i didnt. i was afraid. i made the wrong decision. i left you. knowing well how much more important you were than anyone. if i could turn back time, i wouldnt have left. somehow. i would, by hook or by crook, stay by your side. im sorry i didnt. and i really regret it now. i wanted so much for you to be happy on your day. but i guess it didnt really turn out the way you wanted. im sorry. i know how much your weekend meant. i know how much that particular sunday meant for you. and yet i of all people made you sigh. im sorry. i want to be part of your life if you let me. i really do. probably you already did. but i screwed it up. im sorry. you know how much you mean to me. i've told you before. and once again, i wont last a day without you. im sorry sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little lamb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112116806661932570?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112116806661932570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112116806661932570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-after-day-i-must-face-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112084576770971205</id><published>2005-07-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T02:02:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the weekends again. hipray! oh well, and i guess there's many many many out there who played a part in making my sweet seventeenth ever so smashin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch a lot like love. shopped abit. but it wasnt enough. oh well. when is shopping ever enough for a shopaholic? then went over to chubs place for mahjong. aye aye aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;andrea's place for a swim. overslept. ayes. twice, was i pushed down. and woah. im truly amazed by all the effort put in for the surprise party. well, it was both for andrea and me. didnt expect one though. no wonder. no wonder. you were keeping me in the steam bath and making me stay put downstairs. seriously, it didnt occur to me that you were planning sth. i mean. saturday seemed enough for me. oh whee. it was interesting though. matt the yellow shirt, the security guard, the jump over the shallow pool. ohs. and raymond's cake was delicious. my top-notch baker:)) so we had packet food like carrot cake, roti prata. beehoon, curry, chicken, fish fillets, etc. yum yum. plus ice cream which we tried with shrimp pringles and the cake. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then we played tom and jerry on ps! quite exciting. cant recall the last time i laid my hands on these nintendo games. and lynette looked hilarious sleeping on the couch with the guitar as her bolster. heh. oh and i received many many more wishes and gifts. thanks thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to michelle, daisy, daphne, lynette, aaron, joel, rachael, samantha, joanna, raymond, ben, andrea, audrey, matthew, aloysius: thank you for making this day such a memorable one for me. thanks thanks. &lt;strong&gt;i love all of you truckloads.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;operation xxx&lt;br /&gt;snapple snippet&lt;br /&gt;'seals sleep for only one and a half minute at a time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;training at tk. ended early so that we could make a trip down to kallang to watch national youth against some taiwan high school. caught only abit of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;pe was nice. we played softball. had noodles at 7-11 for dinner before we headed home. oh. and a blue bubblegum slurpee too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;tutorials didnt seem that dead. somehow we were laughing away happily. with yanyan biscuits. mr ho and his silly jokes. nicole was being very very comical too! she ate biscuits during chem tut by pretending she was coughing. and i caught her red handed. she really made me laugh my head off. we missed meiqi loads. the tj colour. mrs mah. and just that silly-little-innocent-but-dirty-minded-anglican-high- girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw was cancelled. had gym. ran 2 rounds. plus another to east coast. it feels great. seriously. met victor at ljs. and some other indian friends at j8. dont mean to be racist. but yea. all the guys i met there today were indians. what a deal! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received snail mail from prisca. it was so sweet. i loooooove prisca. and yes. i agree. jasmine, kelly, sherlyn and prisca! we should meet up soon for our makan date. we havent had one in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dearest rachel, ah hah! it's saturday again! sunday's coming. oh whee:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw strawberry shortcake at mini toons. she's simply so lovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112084576770971205?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112084576770971205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112084576770971205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-weekends-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112031929440557224</id><published>2005-07-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:48:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like its stil day one. seems like everyday's day one. hahs! cranky. anyway, last night, after i got home, i told mom i was hungry. and she whipped up &lt;strong&gt;mee sua plus egg&lt;/strong&gt; for me. i loooove my mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i met ben for breakfast today. we went kovan's thai express. and whee. im a &lt;strong&gt;thai-er&lt;/strong&gt; now. thanks to him. and well, since i was craving for tom yum ystd. love sweet and sour and spicy stuff. then he had to meet tm. so i popped by chubs place. then i went to church!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i realised i missed out quite a few people in my previous entry. thanks thanks! to you, kershia, elvin, raymond. oh yes! raymond. he wished me a sound sleep like a pig. and guess what. i had a beautiful one. thanks thanks. oh piggg. hahs! and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had session in the attic. it felt great! its been loooong since we last praised together. played taboo and stuff. loads of fun. attended mass. followed by cc4 dinner. quite alright. oh. we wished them Jesus. something crossed my ming just now. was it only in the month of july that elvin would go,'july is a very special month because God gave us many special people' and then he would get the rest to pray for us and sang a birthday song to all of us. i think so. or maybe it's just because it was july that's why i paid more attention? but really! i remember vividly it was the exact same thing he said at jo's twenty one last year. except this year was different. at least i felt different. cos andrea wasnt around. ayes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. anyway, i received a number of presents. in pink and green packaging! all of them! so strawberryish. i love strawberry shortcake. oh whee:) now i've got a&lt;strong&gt; green shirt&lt;/strong&gt; that's made in heaven from jo and hil. a &lt;strong&gt;pink coin purse&lt;/strong&gt; from dots. a &lt;strong&gt;bottle of pooh biscuit&lt;/strong&gt;. a &lt;strong&gt;yellow pencil case&lt;/strong&gt; in a pretty pink box from tm, elvin, ben, lynette and aloy. &lt;strong&gt;cards&lt;/strong&gt; from kenny, daisy and matt. and many many other well wishes. big thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes. im still cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112031929440557224?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112031929440557224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112031929440557224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-two.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112023844338833012</id><published>2005-07-02T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:20:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank God for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed my day terribly much. seriously. i had a day off from school today. a plus point. when ever was i that privileged? and just after midnight i received many many &lt;strong&gt;wishes&lt;/strong&gt;. plus a &lt;strong&gt;chinese birthday song&lt;/strong&gt; from chubs and &lt;strong&gt;english&lt;/strong&gt; one from sis. im loved;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt go for a swim. maybe tmr. met up with rachel for breakfast at j8's ya kun. then we towned. did some real window shop. had some fun with hercules hanger. or rather had loads of fun. everything was just thrown to the back of my mind. no worries. no nothing. just enjoying every single moment with her. rachel! you simply rock my world:) thanks for the loevly &lt;strong&gt;print notebook&lt;/strong&gt;. i'll treasure it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made my way to Blessed Sacrament Church. attended mass. prayed. such peace. such love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to suntec. yes! i collect my birthday gift from y.e.s good service. i love it so. though it was just some &lt;strong&gt;lens cleaner&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;specs strap&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;more lens wipes&lt;/strong&gt;, it did make me feel like i was such a valuable customer to them. plus the many other birthday cards and mails from orgnisations. they made me feel good. somehow. walked abit. waited abit. smiled alot. oh. tm, if you ever get to read this somehow, i didnt get drunk. yepps. hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chubs came. hahas. finally. with sweat beads streaking down. she got me this really huge box. didnt wanna tell me what was inside. heh. cute of her. we went to marina  square's fin seafood. felt great. cos we were the only customers then. it was around five i think. and we even asked if they were opened before we entered. kinda silly. we ate fish and chips and seafood platter. okays. anyway, inside the box was a &lt;strong&gt;pretty sunflower&lt;/strong&gt;! a &lt;strong&gt;heartshaped brownie&lt;/strong&gt;! and a &lt;strong&gt;helium heartie balloon&lt;/strong&gt;! i looooooooooooove it. thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around. and made our way to esplanade. haagen dazs. butterscotch toppings over mango plus macadamia nuts coevered with raisins. what a delight! mango addict? hahas. nono. chub's junior came along. mingjie, engkiat and zhiling (if i got it right. heh.) crapped loads. and after a while my classmates popped by. gave my a &lt;strong&gt;box of chocz&lt;/strong&gt; plus a &lt;strong&gt;sweet card&lt;/strong&gt; i would say. and a &lt;strong&gt;brithday song&lt;/strong&gt;. 05s61, joyce, gabriel, deyang, mervyn, meryvn', johnathan and benjaminm. you guys really paint smiles on me. thanks. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to town after that. met carol. kinda surprised though. or maybe very. heh. tangs was closed before we reached. went over to shaw house. met up with nicole after her jap class. they sang me &lt;strong&gt;another chinese birthday song&lt;/strong&gt; (the pig version) she's such a pleasure to be with. laughed alot. talked alot. joked alot alot. esp the forget me nots. hahas. im looking forward to more good times to come. im sure there will be. so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday's here again!!! i've got maranatha. oh whee! and then sunday. and monday. i wanna go sentosa with you, you and you! i love my life. i love my friends. and most importantly, i love my God. He brought me into this world sixteen years ago. i love Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, im reminded of my countless blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hilary,rachel, daphne, rachael, marisa, jean, aloysius, mingjie, sherlyn, andrea, darren, esther, jiahui, caroline, godma, nicole, evelyn, karmun, chubs, kenneth, prisca, dorothy, gabriel, jasmine, tm, hilda, joyce, joel, mom and dad: thanks for your msges. they brightened up my lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you, i loooooooooove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the best birthday i had in the past 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112023844338833012?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112023844338833012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112023844338833012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/07/thank-god-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-112014062573895161</id><published>2005-06-30T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:10:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. im finally done with midis. i've got a day off tmr. but i've got sth impt to attend to. ayes. okays. i shall pull myself out of bed early to go for a swim before a start my great day. gosh. happy am i. happy i shall. know my limits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey esther! i suppose you're buried in chinese now. a few more hours to go. no worries alright. press on:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow, i love you tomorrow. it's only a day away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-112014062573895161?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112014062573895161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/112014062573895161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111972067989773252</id><published>2005-06-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:38:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. it's been a year. pretty eventful. pretty fufilling. and i wrapped it by making a difference to someone else's life. he said it. he said i made a difference. and he's the first to wish me a happy seventeenth. he &lt;em&gt;threw&lt;/em&gt; me over the moon. he said i was an interesting someone. he could tell by appearance. somehow. gee. i wonder. he said he was lucky. lucky to have pple like me around to tidy his room. lucky, because he found out that twenty or so of us came yet there were 60 over residents, but i, i stepped into his life. at first i was shy, i never knew how to speak to the elderly. no one taught me. perhaps i never tried. i dont know how its like to have a grandpa. i wasnt fortunate enough. would it be beautiful? or would it be like now. like how im treating grandma. i keep going on and on about how language can be a barrier. silly excuses. i really should try soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its year two now. and i do wonder at times what will happen one year later. will time change things? or is it just pple who change them, shifting the blame to time yet keeping honour for themselves. the most memorable event would have been prayerwalk. scenes of it flashes across my mind almost every week. as i trace the path we walked while i go jogging. as i wait for the bus at the cockroach infested stop after mugging at khatib macs (which i just did). the squeals simply resound in my ears. the times when we made our way in circles in bishan. the people we meet. the families we prayed together with. even the goodies and souvenirs that constantly reminds me of what i've done. and til this day, im still glad about it. but there wont be a stopping anywhere now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to continue to serve. and im looking forward to saturdays again. i guess for the past few months, when i lost touch with them. i lost touch with Him. and besides school activities and being out of town on saturdays, 3pm that caused my absence. any other excuses were &lt;strong&gt;lousy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strike&gt;i just didnt want to be there. i lost my sense of belonging. i lost my direction in life. i lost Him. and i lost myself. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to change things. i want to be a good girl. i want to be &lt;strong&gt;His good girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111972067989773252?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111972067989773252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111972067989773252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/okays_26.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111963243493875433</id><published>2005-06-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:01:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. its the last week already. but im satisfied. i had my fair share of fun. and i managed to make a trip to sp. really glad i did. just this wednesday. i crashed pris and kel's lectures. quite exciting though. cos the marketing lecturer wanted someone to answer his question. then he called yvonne from 02 (kel's class.). there i was pretending to be one of them. but no to that extent that i wanted to participate actively in lectures. heh. its just such &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a coincidence that my name was called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tmr marks the &lt;strong&gt;one year &lt;/strong&gt;i've been in maranatha. so im going for the home visit. yepps. kinda looking forward though. and it has been a great year. i've learnt lots, shared much and grew. in many many ways. so, big thanks to all who played a part to where im now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much to rant. yet i know you frequent here without leaving a print. i know. so i cant. i cant say what i want. i'll be shot. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;darn it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111963243493875433?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111963243493875433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111963243493875433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111911975434076151</id><published>2005-06-19T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T02:46:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays. i attended the youth festival rally and mass 2005 just now. it was great. i think i learnt quite abit. here's some snippets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bondages bondages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many friends we have around us are gifts. beautiful gifts that ought to be cherished and appreciated. but the giver of all these lovely gifts is the most important of all. yes. the friends around us are but gifts. they can never be the centre of our lives. only He is the centre of our lives. so get my priorities right. His love is one of unconditional. yet when we love one another. it's only because of certain things that attract your passion that keeps you in love. this love comes with terms and requirements. when you no longer become interested, you &lt;strike&gt;ditch the idiot&lt;/strike&gt; so why hold on to something you know you will lose and give up on Him? it's silly. real silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it's the desire. for physical response. sometimes you just keep praying, but things still dont turn out right to you. you give up and lose your faith. you find it a waste to love Him when you cant see Him loving you. then you turn your attention to someone physical. someone you see. someone you have around for comfort. it's the want for a physical touch to feel reassured. to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, this doesnt mean im going to give up my friends. no no. it's just that i need to be reminded of my purpose in life. i need to get my priorities right. if i didnt matter to God, why would He send me down on earth. if i were have to face the pressures of life with no one press me on, what am i here for? LOVE is the reason behind everything that God does. LOVE is the reason why im here. LOVE will be what keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, God says, &lt;strong&gt;'Do not be afraid, I am with you. &lt;underline&gt;Always.&lt;/underline&gt;'&lt;/strong&gt; He is omnipotent. He is everywhere when we need him. sometimes i think im lonely. i have nobody to turn to. but guess what. i was never alone. God is always beside me. just that i chose not to see him. not to listen to him. not to accept His love. now, i want aloneness with God. for only He can take every lonely moment i have and turn them to joy. the joy of being just with Him. only He can offer me abundant love that flows like the river that never runs dry. He loves me with all His might. simply because &lt;strong&gt;i am the only thing that matters to Him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Difference He Made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the morning mist of the swift returning tide&lt;br /&gt;I set out on my daily run, my walkman on my side.&lt;br /&gt;Lost within my private world apart from cares and woes&lt;br /&gt;I ran along the moistened shore, the sand between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance, I saw a boy, as busy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;He was running, stooping, picking up, and tossing in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Just what he threw, I couldn't tell, I looked as I drew near.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be a rock or shell - as I approached him&lt;br /&gt;I could hear:"Back you go, where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;Your safe now hurry home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your family's waiting for you little starfish, hurry on!"&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the evening tide had washed the starfish on the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And the swift receding water left a thousand there or more.&lt;br /&gt;And this self-appointed savior, was trying one-by-one&lt;br /&gt;To toss them back into the sea, against the racing sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his plight was hopeless, that most of them would die.&lt;br /&gt;I called out from my private world, "Hey Kid, why even try?"&lt;br /&gt;"Must be at least a thousand here, strewn along the beach,&lt;br /&gt;And even if you had the time, most you'll never reach.&lt;br /&gt;You really think it makes a difference, to waste your time this way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I paused and waited, just to hear what he would say.&lt;br /&gt;He stooped and took another, and looked me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;"It makes a difference to this one sir, this starfish will not die!"&lt;br /&gt;With that, he tossed the little life, back where there was hope.&lt;br /&gt;He stooped to take another.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell this was no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that he spoke to me cut like a surgeon's knife.&lt;br /&gt;Where I saw only numbers, he saw only life.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't see the multitude of starfish on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;He only saw the little life he held there in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't stop to argue, to prove that he was right.&lt;br /&gt;He just kept tossing starfish in the sea with all his might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I too stooped, and I picked up, and I tossed into the sea,&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, just what a difference, that this boy has made in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's here for me. i know. it's hard sometimes. but i just have to believe. i want to breakaway from all bondages. all bondages that are not with Him. because only when im not tied down by anything other than Him, can i say im free. why indulge in earthly desires when heavenly goodies are for me? i should just surrender all to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as deserving love from God. we dont say deserve. because He gives it to us freely. we dont have to earn . it's always there. His arms are always open for me to run to. and in His arms can i lay resting with peace. He gives me a peace that the world cannot give. He gives me a love that the world too, cannot give. He gives me everything. and it's time for me to do something good. i dont want to wait for christmas. i dont want to wait til prayerwalk. i want to include Him in all that im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, i want you back in my life today. draw me closer to you. i want more than knowing about you. i want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as cc4 are confirmed later today. the whole celebration will serve as a reminder of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enormous responsibilities&lt;/strong&gt; of a christian i have to undertake as a confirmed yet not to forget the &lt;strong&gt;enormous love&lt;/strong&gt; from God that will pull us through any obstacles that come our way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. with enormous responsibilities comes enormous love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111911975434076151?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111911975434076151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111911975434076151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111862926570713260</id><published>2005-06-13T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:21:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;oh well. im home. pretty nice to be. i had myself quite alot of fun the last three days. let's see if i can rmb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one.&lt;br /&gt;twenty of us met at tanah merah ferry terminal and boarded the service at eleven in the morning.  the ride wasnt a good one. plus we sat right in front of the brf deli. so pple kept walking past us. so we reached there about twelve plus. it was another 20 min bus ride to bintan lagoon resorts. we checked in! buganvil 29 and 33. yepps. so we had two villas. and they each came with a buggy. running on batteries that we had to charge ourselves. only those above 18 could drive. but yea, i look old enough. so i took over the wheels sometimes. its quite scary though. with all the slopes and humps. we headed for the beach after lunch. played volley, silly monkeys, built sand castles, tanned and stuff. then we went jet skiing. quite cool. i paired with my brother. he was deemed too young to steer. hahs. so i had the control. sis paired with darren. we went out to the sea tgt. kinda fearful though. cos no one was out there with us. i was so afraid the whole motor boat would overturn. so i started out quite slowly. then silly bro wanted me to go faster. to catch up with sis. but we cldnt go too near. must be 40m apart. for safety reasons. then we went crazy accelerating. after a while, bro took over. since we were out at sea and they wont be able to know. hahs. but once he did. he travelled it at full speed. and he cldnt control it properly. and i went, 'straight! straight!' hahs. practically yelling at him. but after a few times he got better. so i could trust him. went back for dinner. we had prata. all the food were home cooked by the wonderful wives. we brought alot alot alot of food there. girls did the washing after that. hahs. the pot was burnt. smelly smelly. then we play cards. slacked around. slept. oh yes, the night sky was beautiful. star-studded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two.&lt;br /&gt;me, sis, bro, ron, darren and gerard went for the hotel's breakfast buffet. the rest stayed in the villa. ate quite alot. then we all went to play laser quest tgt with shu, april, nicole and bryant. so it became ten of us. 5 girs vs 5 boys. and my contacts made my eyes look white in there. eeks. we had alot of fun in there.  girls won in the end. i was ranked 2nd. quite good alrd for first timer. well, im not the arcade kinda person. i beat the guys. hahs. shu was first. and bryant had a negative score. heh. hit the beach. the sun was scorching. and im burnt. spent like 6 hours out there. the younger ones went to sail. i went back. and we the big four plus april went out to tour on the buggy. we went all the way out to villa dahlia. quite far from the whole resort. then we went back. cos the batt was running low. then aunt serene wanted to test drive. so me, sis and shu went with her. low batt alrd. but she was so adventurous. we told her we found villa d then she wanted to make a trip there too. so we went out again.  and wanted to enter to golf buggy track. though we werent allowed too. but since no one was there. we gave it a try. then half way, the road diverged into three. it was getting darker. and the batt was decreasing. hahs. that moment was so exciting. in the end we decided to return to the main road. took photos and went back safely. hahs. took our dinner then played cards. a**hole  heart attack. super duper fun. returned to our own villla to sleep. the 5 girls slept in one room and the 5 boys slept over at the other villa. was quite squeezy. and nic and april were like going to zouk at night. dancing and kicking around on bed. so the three of us were boxed, punched and nugded the whole night thru. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;day three.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shu woke me and sis early to watch the sunrise. we rushed all the way there. as usual, shu's driving was crazy. quite reckless. but we made our way to the beach in time. caught crabs, picked seashells and sutff. then we saw some of the locals digging the shore. cos the sea receeded quite far. low tide. we went to check them out and found out that they were searching for the clams. cos we did the same. hahs. but we only managed to find only small ones. theirs was so huge. then we went back for breakfast. same food again. but this time the big 6 plus april and nic came along. ate alot alot again. went to swim. played water polo. then we had to check out. half of us took the 2.30 ferry service, the other half had the 5.30 one. cos there werent enough. so my fam got the later one. had to pass time. so we went for laser quest again. but it wasnt that fun cos shu, ron, april and nic werent there. went to eat fries and nachos. then set off for home. whee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111862926570713260?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111862926570713260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111862926570713260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111827985426897152</id><published>2005-06-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:17:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh whee! i've just been invited to watch  the Inaugural Inter College Piano Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy on Themes from Bizet's Carmen by Wilberg ( 8 hands)&lt;br /&gt;Waltz from Faust by Gounod (8 hands)&lt;br /&gt;A Midsummer's Night Dream Mendelssohn&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian Dances by Brahms&lt;br /&gt;Military Marches Schubert&lt;br /&gt;Symphonic Dances from West Side Story by Bernstein&lt;br /&gt;Carnival of the Animals by Saint-Saens&lt;br /&gt;Scramouche Darius Milhaud&lt;br /&gt;Ma Mere L'Oye (Selections) Ravel&lt;br /&gt;Souvenirs by Samuel Barber&lt;br /&gt;Slavonic Dances by Dvorak&lt;br /&gt;Scramouche by Milhaud and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : Friday June 10 Time 10 am - 2 pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue :Performance Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Junior College&lt;br /&gt;20 Marine Vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds really good. but what a pity i can't make it. i'll be off to bintan tmr with my extended family. i think i'll have a whole lot of fun there. havent been on a vacation with those wonderful cousins of mine for ages. so exciting. whoopie:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sher, you've fun in korea too;)&lt;br /&gt;daisy dear, hahs. we had fun on tues yea? with all the flying cockroaches and stuff. eeks=/&lt;br /&gt;prisca prisca, sorry for the delayed mail. it's coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;alicia, thanks for dropping by. seems like we havent chat for quite sometime alrd. guess you're quite busy over there too. take care alrights.&lt;br /&gt;rachel!!! oh yes. i cant wait to meet up with you too. next friday perhaps. we shall go dithy-dettey crazy. whee;j im missing you real loads too. enjoy the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111827985426897152?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111827985426897152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111827985426897152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-whee-ive-just-been-invited-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111820170681968109</id><published>2005-06-08T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:41:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just dont belong&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what its like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When youre down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like youve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no ones there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you desperate to find something more&lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;br /&gt;With the big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside youre bleeding&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what its like to be like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When youre down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like youve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no ones there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;br /&gt;You might think Im happy&lt;br /&gt;But Im not gonna be ok!&lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;br /&gt;You dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;What its like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When youre down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like youve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no ones there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like (what its like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt&lt;br /&gt;To feel lost&lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;br /&gt;To be kicked&lt;br /&gt;When youre down&lt;br /&gt;To feel like youve been pushed around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;br /&gt;And no ones there to save you&lt;br /&gt;No you dont know what its like&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111820170681968109?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111820170681968109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111820170681968109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-my-life-do-you-ever-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111862995827724951</id><published>2005-06-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:33:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Happy Ending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friendsI know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111862995827724951?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111862995827724951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111862995827724951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-happy-ending-so-much-for-my-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111785476169629730</id><published>2005-06-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:12:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met up with jas, kel and pris ystd. had quite alot of fun. kinda glad having them around with me. i loooove them to bits. we went to raffles place oub's sakae. ate ate ate, chat chat chat, love love love, every little thing. kel was so funny. her laughs cant be heard. the silent kind. and her jokes are super lame. we havent been so mad for such a looong time. i guess she's just building up stomach muscles. hahs. then we went town. and i managed to use my zara voucher. bought two tops. whee:) and we went over to borders. then they left quite early. i didnt want to go home yet. so i walked around all by myself. i just love time alone. felt the urge to splurge so much. but all i could was just splurging my brain cells pondering if i should get those stuff. hais. anyway, sweet mom and dad came to pick me from the train station:):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111785476169629730?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111785476169629730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111785476169629730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-met-up-with-jas-kel-and-pris-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111772762040023370</id><published>2005-06-02T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T11:04:03.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; you're tall, you should be able to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; you're older, you should be more matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;you're my friend, you should know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;i expect it, you should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because &lt;/em&gt;i'm not you, so i can't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, people overuse this word so much that it no longer carries a sincere effort for an explanation. i for one, take this word for granted. not knowing how much it hurts to accept it. then i tried hard for a curve. a cautious smile. hearing it before you give any silly excuse. but that's all it takes to break me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111772762040023370?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111772762040023370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111772762040023370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/06/because-youre-tall-you-should-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111747006497037399</id><published>2005-05-31T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:47:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seems like i have so much to say today. well, i did work! quite abit. then i went to novena with mom and dad. hmm.. i've to rush gpp. and leon spilled soup over the keyboard. its now spoilt. im using another cranky one. which will start typing on its own after while. hope it doesnt happen to me soon. i want to blog. blog about sooo much i did over the past days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunday 29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maranatha family day. well, i guess i didnt feel quite ready to lead the session but i mangaged to pull it through somehow. i was thinking alot. so much. felt so angry. lost. and simply helpless. ayes. its over already. thank God. sometimes, a false front does help quite abit. nobody looks behind the scenes. its what's on stage that people cares. and sometimes, you get so tired of disappointment that you'll just feel like giving up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saturday 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;youth gathering. i had so much fun. met up with old peeps like samantha, julian, james, stella, janice and many more. felt much like a camp all over again. something that i looked forward to each time. church camps are just so great. so we met in the attic. had prayer. split into groups and had the dressing competition. it was so fun. peter looked hilarious. then came the treasure hunt whereby we had to place our hands on another's hips as we walked in a line to search for jaja bink's house. we took quite a long time. but we did bond quite well i would say. got to know some people better. which is good:) like any other games we played throughout the day, we didnt win. after that, we had to make our way to bishan park. with our hands still placed on someone's hips. felt so silly. hahas. but we had a great time. followed by the flag game. we were suppose to protect our own flags but attempt to steal others flag. with the rafia string as our lifebands. so me and joyce paired up and we rushed to vanessa and daisy's territory. and both of them came running to us as well. needless to say, we lost to them. we were on a losing streak. hahs. then we played mild water game. cos many of themdidnt bring extras. otherwise, i bet it would have been quite a wild one. so we were made to fill the bottle with some digusting murky coffee mix using plastic bags with holes. we played fair. and we lost. the other groups used layers of plastic but we used only one. hais. well, honesty is the best policy. we were just fated to be losers just that day. but it was alright to us. cos we had much fun out of it. losers always have the most fun. cos we get to laugh at each other. you know, it can be quite difficult to keep losing at times. but we managed it. great achievements eh? aye. then we played big fish eat small fish. it was so exciting as we screamt our way through it all. we made our way back to church. washed up and prepare for bbq. so me and daisy went over to sit at the 1st pit. mostly guys. quite a smart choice. cos they always go girls first. their jokes are of quite high standards. really solid. worth my laughters. and later the pit caught fire cos too much planta was applied. so we all started suggesting in anxiety. like to put the sotong or satay over it. then ed went to dump and i really do mean dump the WHOLE lump of satay on the fire. it was such a comical sight.  ahas. i just love my day spent with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;friday 27&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had early dismissal but extra maths. and we waited so long after that to get our pi cover page signed. anyhow, we went ovver to nic's place. but before that we had a buffet lunch. the kind where we went around the hawker centre to order lots of stuff and then share. i ate a lot. and i missed the times when me, jas, pris and kel will just pig out. its okay. we're having it soon again. crashing sp one of these days to kidnap them and really pig out. so we played mahjong over at nic's, chill around in her room and watched movies. whee. i got to understand &lt;em&gt;love actually &lt;/em&gt;better. chubs and plumpie. oh yes and the thing about losing weight to go to the farm. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111747006497037399?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111747006497037399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111747006497037399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/seems-like-i-have-so-much-to-say-today.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111686622278640780</id><published>2005-05-24T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T00:37:02.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm loving jasmine, prisca and rachel more as each day passes. thanks for being there when i needed you so much. i've truly seen in you what true friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111686622278640780?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111686622278640780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111686622278640780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-loving-jasmine-prisca-and-rachel.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677741185239432</id><published>2005-05-16T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:56:51.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has been a great wkend. i was out with rach and the others last night. we headed down to town after mass. and was caught in the rain. so i reached home past midnight. i enjoyed myself sooo much! i love them all. plus the strawberry berry sundae and artic eight we had. cool:) love love love. love is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;i played table tennis with mom earlier this evening. had quite a bit of fun too. then we worked out at the gym and went for sauna tgt. and im supposed to be discussing pw now. but the guys arent anywhere to be seen=/&lt;br /&gt;im looking forward to friday:):):):D&lt;br /&gt;dithy'dettey&lt;br /&gt;at all smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677741185239432?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677741185239432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677741185239432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/it-has-been-great-wkend.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677737189492305</id><published>2005-05-14T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:56:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are certain things in life called secrets.&lt;br /&gt;things that are not meant to be exposed or known to all.&lt;br /&gt;things that are actually meant to be kept.&lt;br /&gt;yet when i search so much for an answer in you,&lt;br /&gt;im afraid to hear of it.&lt;br /&gt;though i yearn to know,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to hear something disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;something i cant do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;something i cant only watch in horror.&lt;br /&gt;or would i say, fear.&lt;br /&gt;yet i dont want to be unaware of the things happening.&lt;br /&gt;and when i got the wind of things i aint suppose to know,&lt;br /&gt;im horrified.&lt;br /&gt;but why now?&lt;br /&gt;ages since, anger lies deep.&lt;br /&gt;you were loud at me.&lt;br /&gt;very loud.&lt;br /&gt;and m sorry for being the only mperfect one in your oh-so perfect world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677737189492305?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677737189492305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677737189492305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-are-certain-things-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677733996965106</id><published>2005-05-10T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:55:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im home quite early today for jie's birthday. but she's not home yet. yepps. so i just went round blog surfing and felt as if i've been missing out on alot. well, so many things are happening without me even realising. i've been too tied up with my own stuff, neglecting the people around me. this is bad. really bad. i guess blogging's quite a good way of releasing stress yet keeping others who care updated about my life. it's nice knowing you guys out there are having so much fun. i feel glad for you all too. not to worry, things are going quite well on my side. i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;well, its a new month. last 3 weeks of the term. i should cherish it and stop thinking too much about unworthly things. i must keep up with my studies. just 2 more months to mid years. and im off to have a big blast from the 1st to 4th of july and perhaps even longer. and that, is the moltivation.&lt;br /&gt;some shout outs...&lt;br /&gt;prisca!! have fun with the recipes, quilt patterns and stuff. wanna meet up with you soon. i've got loads to tell you face to face. i simply love it when i recieve mails from you. it;s so exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss meiqi!!! she's so adorable. so lovable and just so nice to cuddle. i miss her jokes. her laughters. and her oh so beautiful smile. take care my dear wherever you are!&lt;br /&gt;plus karmun! congrats for your achievements at oratoricals! im so proud of you. keep up the good job. dont really see much of you around. but still do hear your sneezes around. that kinda assures your presence near me. hahs. love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;jas and kel! im still loving you both. hope you are coping well jas. and kel, enjoy well before your school term kicks off. i so wanna to eat, shop and talk with both of you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677733996965106?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677733996965106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677733996965106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-home-quite-early-today-for-jies.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677729817781552</id><published>2005-05-07T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:54:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the trumpets sound.&lt;br /&gt;the cymbals clang.&lt;br /&gt;the music plays.&lt;br /&gt;the parcel goes around.&lt;br /&gt;and i,&lt;br /&gt;i groove to the beat,&lt;br /&gt;as the parcel unwraps itself.&lt;br /&gt;layer by layer.&lt;br /&gt;we glue our eyes to it.&lt;br /&gt;layer after layer.&lt;br /&gt;we see what we never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677729817781552?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677729817781552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677729817781552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/05/trumpets-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677727446291011</id><published>2005-05-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:54:34.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the excitement that i had from my day out gave me much strength to accomplish what i had to. i can proudly say, im done with my pi. i want more fellowships of this kind. really. i felt as if i had been missing out so much. it's just so great to be with them:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>HAPPY BELATED BRITHDAY KELLY*-your present and card's coming soon-heys sweetie, hope you enjoyed our day out on tues. as we as we may seem to drift since secondary school days, you'll always be my friend. and finally we went ice skating! something we had discussed, planned but never succeed 2 years back. somehow we did it. yup. so we met up. ice skate. shop imm. tea at kel's and bridge! oh yes, the ripple ice cream that we bought back all the way from giant wasnt really tasty in the end. it was creamy. utterly gross. it made me seem like i've put on more weight just by a few spoonfuls. eeks. now kel's place is like a miniature zoo now. hahas. have fun with them. thanks kel, jas and pris for the wonderful day we had tgt. i love all of you to bits:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677590938389395?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677590938389395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677590938389395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-bday-kel.html' title='happy bday kel:)'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677582850312147</id><published>2005-03-05T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:30:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth.Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same.And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference.-Robert Frostwell, the time has come again. here i am again, standing at a juncture where ive to make a choice real soon. i think ive made it. im certain. its victoria. i love it. i love 05s61. i'll remember all the sily stuffs we did together. the fun and laughter we shared. the camaraderie. in any case, thanks to those who came into my life and left beautiful memories. here's wishing you all the best. wherever you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677582850312147?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677582850312147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677582850312147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/03/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677683759779641</id><published>2005-02-11T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:47:17.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>go away! i cant stand the sight of you anymore. im irritated by all of your actions. it makes me sick. i doubt i've ever felt so disgusted at someone before. unfortunately it has to be you. i tell you solemnly, you dont know what love is. yours is not even one of infatuation. its purely a symptom of feeling desperate. you're dying for a partner just because it gives you pride. you want to show-off. you want to attract attention. thats all life is to you. you're always threatening pple. hoping they can show you some care and concern. guess what? you failed. you just make pple avoid you. is that really what you want? you're nvr serious about anything. you are one fickle. i hate you to the core. i feel so deprived for you. pls go learn what true love is. oh shallow toad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677683759779641?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677683759779641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677683759779641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/02/go-away-i-cant-stand-sight-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677574450535070</id><published>2005-01-20T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:29:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vollywood 05</title><content type='html'>two weeks have came and gone. vollywood. pixar. trojan. triston. they came and went. but the memories remain. it was an awesome experience to meet new people. people who had mugged hard for the exact same goals in the past year. people who successfully trudged the rocky road and arrived at thier dream destination. and people who dream, dare and do. even til now, the amalgam of uniform worn by the freshmen constantly adds vibrancy to the college. and there we were. in those distinctive blue pinafores. mingling around in the midst of the bustling canteen. the jostles and the seemingly monotonous college bell tickles me. yet i still ponder, if its all worth the while. the travelling time. the distance. the inconvenience. the brand. the friendships. the spirit. the love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677574450535070?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677574450535070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677574450535070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2005/01/vollywood-05.html' title='vollywood 05'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677677631208475</id><published>2004-11-11T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:46:16.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im alright. im pretty sure about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677677631208475?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677677631208475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677677631208475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677674385040893</id><published>2004-11-07T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:45:43.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>running away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677674385040893?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677674385040893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677674385040893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/11/running-away.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677671297774602</id><published>2004-11-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:45:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've helped me time and again. yet, im such a letdown. it was in my hands. but i didnt hold on to it tightly. or maybe, i didnt even hold it. i saw it fly. right in front of my eyes. yet all i did was to lie back. i hoped and i prayed. You gave it all. for my sake. its unfair. i know it. yet i seem to be taking the easy way out. i'll pay for it. i know. yet, im reluctant. but the fault lies in me. i know. im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677671297774602?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677671297774602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677671297774602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/11/youve-helped-me-time-and-again.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677667757435647</id><published>2004-10-30T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:44:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will fix you someday. i will. and yes! the big Os is in 3 days time, just came up to settle some last minute stuff and i'll be off soon. and i've found out y she can get so hooked onto it. i know it now. cos im hooked too. 93.3 its quite effective though. heh. im having a smashin' fab time out there=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677667757435647?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677667757435647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677667757435647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-will-fix-you-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677663229008925</id><published>2004-10-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:43:52.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i obssessed with mpm. i just know it. somehow i think about them everyday. i wonder if they do the same to me. this sounds crazy. but sadly true. i dont want to lose myself in search for you. i want to be myself when i see you. why why why? there just seems more to it than meets the eye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677663229008925?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677663229008925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677663229008925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-obssessed-with-mpm.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677656829129953</id><published>2004-10-18T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:42:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im disappointed by the way things have turned out. im sorry if ive done wrong. i was really looking forward to meeting you all. yet i actually felt like turning back ystd. maybe its all because of the whole morning. jas overslept. so our whole schedule was delayed. walked to anderson. took a bus down to national. then to victoria. by then, i had already high hopes for vj. i expected to gain much from my trip there. but we reached at 3. most of it ended. i only saw the mass dance. though that itself is sufficient to attract me there. i feel somewhat disappointed. still, im certain i will place it as my first choice. yup. so then i took a 45 min bus ride to church. was dead beat. head straight for the washroom. a small grp of them were there. planning to sabo aaron and rachael. i just lazed ard with them. and somehow i felt like i didnt want to be there at that time with them. i dont know why. somehow i just felt drifted. i know i didnt speak much again. nevertheless, i went for mass with them. i felt guilty and scared. i knew i had to pray. then it occured to me that ive stopped praying the rosary for a whole week and that my relationship with God has been strained. i feel loss. pls God. show me your ways. i hope that this sat would turn out better. yet there's this other side telling me that its ok. and that it wld be better in vj. this really shldnt be the way. i seriously need to do some thinking and loads of prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677656829129953?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677656829129953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677656829129953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-disappointed-by-way-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677570354369450</id><published>2004-10-11T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:28:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it creeps me.</title><content type='html'>i fear committing too much of myself to you. somehow, i enjoy every moment of it. looking forward to it not just by completing my week but it seems to be the main focus of my whole week. week after week. its there for me. the experience, enviroment and people are incalculable. perhaps i am jealous that not all of you feel the same way as me. feel the importance of it all. im afriad to put in all because i feel that it doesnt seem to matter to you anyway. yet there is something in me that wants to bring it to greater heights. to reach out and to develop more commitment in each and everyone of us. sometimes i wonder if i am too ambitious. on the other hand, God has made me an instrument. right? perhaps, he wants me to do it. to touch the lives of others. but i dont want to seem bossy, 'self-importanced' or even trying to get into the good books of the seniors. yet i feel i walking in that direction. i need to stop and reverse. seriously. nonetheless, still growing. maybe im a creeper. i need to cling on to sth else. i dont want to live life like this. i want independnce. yes! independent lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677570354369450?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677570354369450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677570354369450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-creeps-me.html' title='it creeps me.'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677651191379373</id><published>2004-10-10T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:41:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank God! my prelim results were better than expected. but somehow, i still feel greedy. still thirsting for more. its alrd quite surprising tt i acheived an A2 for EL. 4hope came in 2nd overall for EL. its like 69% distinction in my class. sounds a little crazy. im glad i made it. then came physics and chem. A2 and B3. if only i had more time to finish the physics paper, i might have clinched the A1. sheesh. greediness. no. no. i didnt manage my time properly means i didnt. hmph. serves me right. then lit. oh lit! i failed the 12th night pb. but the poetry section pulled it up. so its a B4. then humans. surprise surprise! A1. its like wow! thank God! and amaths A2. emaths A1 just on the dot. amaths was the paper that i didnt see there was a last page and i missed a whole 10 marks. if only, if only. still, its quite a feat to be able to get a distinction though i didnt finish the paper yea? hais. hcl was the worst. C5 anybody? luckily i cld pass. so total L1R5-9. minus 4 bonus = 5 points :):):):D hmmm. i dont want aj. i keep changing my mind. but i think it wld eventually be either hc, nj,rj or vj. gosh. i've been rambling on and on about academics. doesnt seem quite right. i seem like a nerd. snob. and everything bad. hais. yup. anyway, dad's home! :):):):D i think i was radiating happiness today. maranatha was exciting. somehow i was looking forward to it. and it surely didnt disappoint me. i offered up my joy and happiness:) i just had too much of it. smiling all along:) yup. and i was glad that i actaully created an impact on someone else. hmm.. now its time to pour out some woes. hmph. i so apologetic for not being a good friend. i didnt even know u werent feeling well the whole time. what kinda shitty friend you have here. it was until aaron asked. hmm. im a bad girl. i felt quite pissed with myself. i mean like hello? i was sitting beside u all the while. yet it took somebody else. whom i suppose u only know by name. yup. she did shower concern over you. much much more than i did. i sucked a whole lot. hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677651191379373?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677651191379373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677651191379373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/thank-god-my-prelim-results-were.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677643252374591</id><published>2004-10-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:40:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d&amp;amp;d's over. it was great! thanks be to God for the fine weather, friends and everything else beautiful! thanks to those who made it so special : GOD. mum, sis, bro, michelle, elvin, theresa, daisy, audrey, matthew, addison, hilary, annabel, kenneth, daphne, rachel, joel, rachael, joanna, raymond, peter, ben, lynette, jacq, aloysius. thanks! now, im gonna mug hard for Os. and then, i can enjoy myself much much more. so, i might not be back here for a while. unless sth strong strikes me. :):):):D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677643252374591?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677643252374591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677643252374591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/dds-over.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677638170468103</id><published>2004-10-01T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:39:41.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is about choices. ystd ms.teen usa touched about it. ms louisana won! i knew she would. the others didnt look as good as her. moreover, she's the president of her dance club in her high school. i bet 99% of the contestant are cheerleaders. anyway, her qn was: do you think life is about chances, choices or destiny? she replied choices. see how important choices are. and now its the time of my life to make a big decision again. i've heard the nus, hcjc, tjc, rjc and ajc alrd. currently, i think tj and hc make quite a good college. but distant wise, tj's too far. hc is still ok. but can i even get in there? i really really dont know where i stand. when pple ask, i try to avoid this issue about my choice of jcs or poly. i cant go avoiding it. i have to face it. its a decision i have to make. i think i wld prefer a jc. if i can make it, i might consider hc. if not, i will drop to aj or cj. still, im not certain. sheesh. i shall just wait for my prelims result. yet there;s something holding me back. i dont want to get it. i dont want to get all upset over it. i dont think i will. i hope. no matter what, i will put in my best for Os. here i come! praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677638170468103?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677638170468103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677638170468103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-is-about-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677563828119849</id><published>2004-09-29T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T01:09:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's one way or the other.</title><content type='html'>does it mean to love someone is to hate another? to choose one is to abandon the second? to say yes to you means no to him? im confused. im sorry for choosing this over that. but if i choose that, i will be sorry for this. does it mean that i will be sorry forever? i dont want to be sorry for my actions. i dont want regrets. but life's all about choices aint? i think i made the right choice. i have weighed the pros and cons. im certain. yet im feeling kinda guilty. guilty for saying no to you. guilty for dashing your hopes. guilty that you have been so deprived. i could feel you bitching away. double trouble. perhaps its the way we have been brought up. its totally different. thats why we think differently. n why sometimes i just cannot accept your views. then again, i hate the way i reason out my actions. it makes me feel that what i have done is always right. what if its wrong? aint i being far too ego? sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677563828119849?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677563828119849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677563828119849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-one-way-or-other.html' title='it&apos;s one way or the other.'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677630478557461</id><published>2004-09-24T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:38:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've painted a sweet smile that can never be erased. current status:loving physics. it seems to be always about you. science aint gonna oppose or prove you wrong. in fact, it's complementing you. i looked thru my notes just to find scribbles of praise for you. it's lovely. it reminds me of the wonderful camp days. all of a sudden, im starting to miss them again. life has to go on. but i cant stop myself from looking back. life's good it really is. and there's nothing better than being with you. Sweet Sweet Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677630478557461?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677630478557461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677630478557461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/09/youve-painted-sweet-smile-that-can.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677554531279621</id><published>2004-09-23T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:25:45.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm real.</title><content type='html'>in every organisation, there must be someone willing to speak. another willing to hear. and yet another willing to act. would there be a meaning if everyone can play the guitar but no one can sing? all can sing but no one can dance? that's what i do. make a difference. am the difference. show the difference. i'm just gonna be myself. a good listener. you have a mouth, the right to speak. i cant stop you. i dont intend to. just continue, i am a willing listener. that's my job. listening:) and if u say u want me to find a friend. chances are, its gonna be hard. because i have more than just one friend. and i think i am someone independent. i dont mean i dont need friends. i just dont do everything my friend does. i stand out on my own. i eat what i like. i say what i want and i do what i love. that's the true me. i dont go with the flow, i dont stay in your shadow. i'm never eclipsed. i'm real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677554531279621?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677554531279621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677554531279621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-real.html' title='i&apos;m real.'/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677625240513735</id><published>2004-09-19T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:37:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the entry below is too vauge. here's the original version. u could say its the one i wanted to share today but didnt have a chance to. anyway, here it goes... i started my prelims on monday with a maths. it didnt go as smoothly as i thought i would. when i was about to staple my answer script, i realised that there was a qn no. 12 on the very last page. and i didnt attempt them. it seemed like a typical nightmare a student would have the day before an exam. i was shocked that it actually happened to me. i felt stupid. well, it was the stupidest mistake a student could ever make during such an impt exam. i was angry at my carelessness. it all boils down to my fault, isnt it? then i was worried as those marks could make a wole lot of difference to my grades. i became fearful. i cldnt feel God's presence at that moment. i felt as if he had abandoned me when i needed him most. And so i walked alll the way home to give myself time for reflection. i was at a lost. along the way home, i hummed songs of worship and tried to reason out my actions. if it wasnt for Him, i wldnt even get half the paper dome. then it occurred to me that He didnt abandoned me, i wasnt alone. He was there for me. when i reached home, sis was watching 'Touch By An Angel.' then, as i passed by the television, Monica said,'God is with you. And you'll never walk alone.' it struck me and i felt reassured all of a sudden. He has been there for me all this while. then came physics practical on wed. the aim of the expt was to find the focal length of the lens. so i had to adjust the lens over a distance for an image to be formed on screen. when the image was formed, which was a clear black cross, a beautiful rainbow arched across the cross. i was delighted at the sight of the rainbow. i love rainbows. but that wasnt the point. the point was - it seemed to be there for a reason. not scientifically. rainbows signify God's promise. and this time, his promise to be was that he'll be with me and i'll never walk alone. he kept his promise and the next few days came and passed smoothly. God has been making his presence know in many ways. especially in little details that i had failed to take note of. i seemed too busy the past few weeks that i didnt spend enough time with Him. i'm sorry. perhaps the very careless mistake on my part was there for a good reason. He didnt want me to commit such a grave error during my Os. so he allowed me the be more cautious of my work. it will definitely serve as a reminder. if it wasnt for that mistake, i would have continued my hectic life and wouldnt even spare the time to think about and to be grateful for all the things God has been (note the present prefect tense) doing for me. well, that's all i would share to them. i havent reached the stage where i can really bare all my thoughts to them. maybe someday i'll learn to. but not now. since nobody shall ever come to this private page. i can pour out all my woes here. that part was..i cried. i actually cried. nobody should know that i am capable of crying. i am an expert in hiding all my emotions. i havent cried for a long time. not to even say at home. but my tears streaked down in sch. sheesh. i hope not many pple saw besides kel, jas, sher and ruyu. i guess i am over stressed. youth mass today was great! made a new friend. Crystal! yup. n i called jeanette along. it was fun! sheesh. my mood really change fast. i know i didnt speak much today. i smiled along, nod my head, but nothing seemed to be getting into my head. i finally had the courage to share my woes. yup. i spoke to matt and daisy. thank God for such friends. Ben also did help me. he was the first one i told. didnt know why it was him. i type a msg. scrolled down my no. list. and sent. thank you everybody! now i know that i should share more often. it really helps. i feel as if my burden has lightened! heheee. oh yes. and stefan did a great job today. *thunderous claps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677625240513735?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677625240513735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677625240513735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/09/entry-below-is-too-vauge.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13091502.post-111677615790497142</id><published>2004-09-16T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:35:57.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was scared like never before. i suppose i was over confident about everything. i paid the consquences. i was shock. frightened. disappointed. sad. mixed. why why why? it's the silliest. stupidiest mistake anyone can ever make. sheesh. i didnt know what to do and walked all the way home that day. it was a long walk. i reflected much. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise? and in the end i felt really stupid. wasting my ever-so-precious tears on that unworthy paper. at least i can be sure that they are people who cares. people who believes i can make my mark. hais. i reached home depressed and lost. and sis was watching touched by an angel. it struck me when that angel said,'God is with you, you will never walk alone.' perhaps it was all meant to be. then on wed's physics prac, iwas trying to find the focal length of the lens. and the beautiful rainbow appeared on the cross. it seems to be there for a purpose. well, it reminded me of His promise. i was glad. He's really there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13091502-111677615790497142?l=syncopated-groove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677615790497142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13091502/posts/default/111677615790497142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syncopated-groove.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-was-scared-like-never-before.html' title=''/><author><name>yvonne judith*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
