tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70789620898238665932024-03-13T12:22:43.790+11:00Girl Lee.janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-11277642824104390932011-03-30T22:19:00.003+11:002011-03-30T22:46:37.377+11:00Thank YouDear Mummy and Daddy, <div><br /></div><div>You are both asleep and I have nothing to do. Well, I have sort of nothing to do.... but you see, I've wanted to do this for quite awhile now because well it is quite important and it means alot to me. Anyways, what I just wanted to do is to show some appreciation for what you both have done for me. I feel like I have won the lottery of life with you guys and I feel truly blessed everyday for the many things you do for me. </div><div>Whether it is through the simple things like cooking a meal or picking me up every single day, Daddy I want you to know that I really appreciate you every single day even though I don't show it. Thank you for being a strong hold, a provider and protector in our lives. Your selflessness never ceases to amaze me and I know that I would be a very happy girl if my husband were half the man you are now. So, Thank you :)</div><div>Mummy, I know that you worry about John and I lots and I love that you do take the time to toil over countless university websites and job application sites so that we don't have to. I know that you love seeing us grow and succeed and I promise to work hard so that you will see us do so. I love that you are a doctor and that you love your job. There is no doubt in my mind that you are indeed a source of inspiration for me. Your experience and wisdom about the medical field is so interesting and precious to me ! So, Thank you :)</div><div>Anyways, I know that you have both sacrificed lots for me and have probably showered me with one too many blessings (seriously) . So, I hope you don't worry too much about where these 'blessings' are going because I assure you that I am trying my hardest to make both of you proud at the end of the day. And... thats all for now. :)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: right;">Jane </div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-22307271958946712852011-01-24T14:42:00.000+11:002011-01-24T14:42:15.701+11:00Someone Else's Heart<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JICCC3P4sgY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-4145867769146721032010-10-24T23:49:00.005+11:002010-10-25T00:11:18.997+11:00The universe declares<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Loved being reminded of the simplicity of worship today.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All it took was a guitar, a beautiful day and people who were willing to trade in their 'wants' to acknowledge their 'needs' </span></span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-46115735834298796672010-10-22T19:45:00.001+11:002010-10-22T19:50:36.598+11:00Even Facebook thinks so<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8hR77JbzXaCzAr0aYydFsOoYSmsYJlBYar1-mJ9aeMu4r-AQJ0ea5IG9KNqvSQOYvFV05UVRJe-byLU3JuWPgTfG3oTxVqYW3iwNkd3Y33UCPp5vYvAB7kM_6i8cW4QZSkW_oe4LC4E/s1600/fjndfkd.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8hR77JbzXaCzAr0aYydFsOoYSmsYJlBYar1-mJ9aeMu4r-AQJ0ea5IG9KNqvSQOYvFV05UVRJe-byLU3JuWPgTfG3oTxVqYW3iwNkd3Y33UCPp5vYvAB7kM_6i8cW4QZSkW_oe4LC4E/s400/fjndfkd.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530789459738909554" /></a>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-88937002354368425492010-10-21T19:01:00.005+11:002010-10-21T23:44:04.452+11:00For an optimist, I'm feeling pretty pessimistic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNFc9bvn-N90Kr3E9Ur3ICEWeNH96PULyG9neUm-74Oi-nwUjoSYugsDVAjIy-ytf3_IokGbSuHiPTpIrcLGlMBKkJ-x6ji-1Bqz615X7gtSBnqQHrIxDUBkbSaJF9nMwhaDUqvpBMAo/s1600/hayley.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNFc9bvn-N90Kr3E9Ur3ICEWeNH96PULyG9neUm-74Oi-nwUjoSYugsDVAjIy-ytf3_IokGbSuHiPTpIrcLGlMBKkJ-x6ji-1Bqz615X7gtSBnqQHrIxDUBkbSaJF9nMwhaDUqvpBMAo/s400/hayley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530418562352828018" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its 7pm and the sun is still out. I have my boxer shorts on, a bowl of chocolate ice cream in hand and nothing much to look forward to in the next couple of weeks except a bunch of exam papers. God. help. me. Ok, so that's not so bad after all. In fact, bring it on. I can't wait to get this over and done with. I wish I were in the shoes of the current... I mean ex-Year 12s. I can't believe I have another year left of this cra..... I mean awesomeness.. Ok, I'm just making it too big of a deal. Its all fine ! Everything. is. fine. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wow, for an optimist, I'm feeling pretty pessimistic. Oh damn, sounds like a song right out of Paramore....BADUMM.... And so begins my Hayley Williams rant. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So, for the past day or two, all I've read on Twitter and Facebook was Paramore this, Hayley Williams that and to be honest I've never REALLY been a fan of Paramore.... UNTIL NOW. Seriously, if you know me well enough you would know that if I find someone worth stalking, I go ALL THE WAY. And when I say all the way, I mean ALL THE WAY. I can spend hours, days or even weeks stalking that one person from their fashion, to their religion, to EVERY SINGLE INTERVIEW they have online. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, this time the unlucky victim was Hayley Williams. Now, if you know Hayley Williams as much as I do NOW ;) you would know that she's pretty much the coolest person ...ever. Fashion wise, who doesn't love a chick that wears a t-shirt 90% of the time whilst wearing her hair in a crazy colour and still looks good doing it. Attitude wise, she's so sweet and honest even when she's trying to be all 'rockery' ( that is one fail made up word ) But what is truly most interesting of all is that in spite of all her rocker chic persona and crazy rock concerts/tours she still manages to keep her faith strong and genuine. Yes, surprise, surprise she is in fact a Christian and so is the rest of her band. Its always a pleasant surprise for me when I uncover such things and more often than not, I do find myself feeling totally stoked about having such a kind, cool, and generally awesome person sharing the same beliefs that you do, until of course you find a topless photo of her on the internet. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">OH DAMN... thats right your airy fairy bubble is now broken about awesome Christian celebrities and integrity and stuff like that .Well if that's not what you're feeling now, lets just say that was the exact feeling I had a half hour ago x2. Seriously, why can't nice Christian celebrities just keep being all awesome and nice and innocent . Yeah I'm talking to you MILEY CYRUS.... =.= </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Jokes a side, I guess the thing is, is that at the end of the day, people do mess up and people do act rashly but the best part about it is that in Christ, we have the opportunity of getting right back up and starting a fresh again. I'm sure Hayley regrets, well taking the photo because her phone was technically hacked into and complicated stuff of that sort so I'm not gonna say much more about that. Lets just hope she keeps being the person we thought she always was and will be because she does seem like a really genuine person who respects God and keeps her faith.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The thing I really wanted to say at the end of all this is that, its really so so very easy for us to mess up, so be wary of what you do and if you still end up in bits and pieces, I just hope that you know there's always a way out of it in Christ :) </span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Click on link below for Hayley's-semi testimony thingy....wikianswers ftw.</span></div><div><a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Is_Hayley_Williams_a_Christian">Hayley Williams</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-36106946467725326732010-10-17T00:48:00.001+11:002010-10-17T00:48:08.512+11:00Well obviously....<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pXdn76Jgt3A/TLmtFh8u_GI/AAAAAAAABSc/rrF_dFHXRUY/FxCam_1287190990056.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_pXdn76Jgt3A/TLmtFh8u_GI/AAAAAAAABSc/rrF_dFHXRUY/s400/FxCam_1287190990056.jpg' /></a></p>I dont say this enough but you are amazing :) i know people tend to underestimate your career and stuff but i know for a fact that its totally tough stuff and stuff i wouldnt wanna do at 4am in the morning. Its true nurses are the people who will keep you alive. Especially when the doctors are busy talking about HON and star craft. Well congratulationsss for finishing your first two weeks worth of night duty :D im totes proud of you. Also, i love you and our fun times :) my weekend would be empty without you in it and i will never try to replace you with people that have names that might rhyme with yours especially if it starts with 'T' :P so ya... i think i'll go listen to some SBS now... ilysrhwng X)<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.3</div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-69444240878468614532010-10-02T23:46:00.004+10:002010-10-03T00:04:50.266+10:00New<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ephesians 4<br /></span></i></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></i></span><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12441" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >20-24</span></i></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >But that's no life for you. You learned Christ! My assumption is that you have paid careful attention to him, been well instructed in the truth precisely as we have it in Jesus. Since, then, we do not have the excuse of ignorance, everything—and I do mean everything—connected with that old way of life has to go. It's rotten through and through. Get rid of it! And then take on an entirely new way of life—a God-fashioned life, a life renewed from the inside and working itself into your conduct as God accurately reproduces his character in you.</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >God, may your light shine the brightest in my darkest hours.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I need you.</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love you.</span></span></div></div></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-55598775784265099552010-09-14T18:28:00.002+10:002010-09-14T19:40:30.924+10:00Yah so....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HIorn-4TUyDJf-OtZrmaW2oUW0P89aKnR6ztOBIGM0wH-gWLsGHFv2ZN4Rg_NnBcdiFa96Xpvn49vvixHGT4fS-1_Klh2iK6fSZgltFgbh-iRUZPsJUKMc8M947LPADgV3iLyMxbGqA/s1600/htc-desire-apps.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HIorn-4TUyDJf-OtZrmaW2oUW0P89aKnR6ztOBIGM0wH-gWLsGHFv2ZN4Rg_NnBcdiFa96Xpvn49vvixHGT4fS-1_Klh2iK6fSZgltFgbh-iRUZPsJUKMc8M947LPADgV3iLyMxbGqA/s400/htc-desire-apps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516683767464998402" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Meet the new baby ! Its working great and keeps on revealing new surprises here and there. AND, it supports the Adobe flash player which is an uber plus in my books. The design is slick, the display is crisp and it is quite the awesome :)</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also, its the HOLIDAYS !!! Waking up at 10 every morning is excellent although I do find myself becoming tired more quickly. Insanity doesn't help much although it gives me something to look forward to during the day besides MORE further maths notes. Rewriting an entire note book is not very fun at all. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What is insanity ?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSccVzdYhmI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSccVzdYhmI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BAM ! Its pretty ridiculous .... and thats really all I have to say about it. Lol, it is not for the weak at heart. By the end of these 60 days I'm definitely looking forward to my thunder thighs and tank-ness...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Also, I'm going to Beijing for a week ! Looking forward to blending into my surroundings for a little bit, although hanging around in Melbourne Central does seem to have the same effect. John and I managed to pick out a whopping total of SEVEN Aussies out of the hundreds of Asians that must've been under the Melbourne Central clock last weekend. I feel sorry for the Aussies, they are being invaded by migrants left right and center and they don't even know it . Everything is about the 'boat people' and whales and rangas. Little do they know about the rapid influx of little Asian ninjas into their land. Well they do sing about their "boundless plains to share" whilst the Chinese sing of 'building the Great Wall' and 'roaring with defiance', surely theres something wrong with that picture. Come on Aussies ! On your bikes. You're being invaded ! Watch that show that you're all so proud of 'Tomorrow when the war began', pick up some ninja skills there, at least you'll know how to defend yourselves then.</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ok, that was a completely pointless rant. This is what the holidays will do to you. Happy Holidays everyone !</span></span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-33408226985161044842010-09-09T22:46:00.002+10:002010-09-09T22:50:56.485+10:00Stress is when- its 11pm and you haven't started studying for your further Sac that is on the next day<div>- you have a Biol sac after that Further sac and you haven't started studying that either</div><div>- you're a week behind in Indo homework D:</div><div>- you're trying to plan a Sunday School carnival in 3 days and no one knows whats happening and you're hoping that a white boy in a wacky clown suit that can juggle will save you.</div><div><br /></div><div>apart from that.... I really have nothing to worry about :D I'm living the simple life remember. teehee. have a great weekend guys !</div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-72473454179428876752010-08-12T21:57:00.003+10:002010-08-12T22:46:47.503+10:00Hazy crazy days<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(42, 42, 42); font-family:'Segoe UI', Tahoma, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Its been a full month since I last posted. That's just kind of pathetic isn't it ? Considering the fact that I spend half my time on the webzz reading blogs and expecting atleast one of them to be updated frequently enough for me to not get bored and not have enough time to update my own. Maybe my life is just THAT uneventful.<br /><br />As far as I can remember, which is sadly not very far, the only recollection I have of the past month would be heart ache and getting my Biol exam results and Aj rafael and INCEPTION, epic movie. The rest are hazy memories that pretty much, reflect my life at present. Hazy and blurry and quick. There has just been school and school and SAC and exams and results and study and not study and planning this and planning that and all sorts of things relating to that one tragic and inevitable challenges of life and that is the pursuit of happiness. Tragic, necessary, infectious, purposeful, useless, call it what you may but we all know it, we all want it and too often we are sucked into the terrible vortex of this pursuit with that one and only goal in mind, needlessly seeking a fantastic end result only to be dissapointed at how superficial the single grade looks on that piece of white paper. Such is life isnt it.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, it is a good mark, a great mark in fact and i'm certainly very grateful but if theres one thing for me to take from this year, it is that every event counts for something. Yes, look into the future. Yes, don't mull over the past. But always treasure what you have at present. I feel like i've been sprinting through life this year. Eyes on the prize, hold your breath, GO. But as the cliche goes, its truly the journey that counts in the end. Time to let life take its course. I must admit that i have never been such a person. I think ive always had a plan. Never a plan written in stone but ive never been one for spontanaity and surprises. Which might explain why none of my supposed 'surprise parties' has ever worked. I JUST NEED TO KNOW. Ive never mulled over the past but there have been memories to be cherished. Regrets and mistakes are simply deleted into the memory recycle bin and emptied occasionally. But heck, life is full of seasons isn't it. Why not start one now.<br /><br />With that said, I jane lee, do solemly swear to cherish, life. For better or for worse, in richness and in poverty, in sickness or in health. For good results or failures, through loneliness or in love. :)<br /><br />In other news, i had my first near death experience last monday. Apparently i am severely allergic to nurofen and other pain killers. It is my kryptonite ! I under went the whole shebang, had to get adrenalin jabs, oxygen and other stuffs. It was scary but totally cool at the same time. Biology > physics any day.<br />Also, my side of the world has been raining bucket loads lately and there are literally raging rivers along the countryside now. Def a sight to behold and makes the drives up and down so much more interesting. I like the country at this time of the year. Everythings so alive and vibrant. Although i would much appreaciate it if the rain could stop now. Too much of a good thing is a bad thing as they say.<br />40 hr famine is up and running, im really enjoying the organisational role i have in it. If you want to donate just contact me on facebook or something and we can hook you up :)<br /><br />Looking fwd to :<br />Aj rafael 2nd meet and greet<br />40 hr famine sawsageee sizzle<br />China trip !<br />Departure of yr 12s next term X)<br /></span></span><br /></span></span></pre></span>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-20983742657411962882010-07-19T21:51:00.001+10:002010-07-19T21:52:42.262+10:00So Close<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I'm afraid that if I want anything too much,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> it'll mean I'll never have it.</span></i></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-81506503726503837942010-07-19T21:47:00.002+10:002010-07-19T21:53:04.477+10:00The truth is<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">As much as I'd hate to admit it, all I really need to say is I miss you.</span>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-80538064186337810352010-07-06T09:31:00.003+10:002010-07-06T09:39:38.085+10:00No matter<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter who you are. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter your interests or dreams. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter if you're near or far. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter if you're male or female. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter if you're 50 or 10. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">No matter your past nor your future. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">When you love God. You love the people that love Him too. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So, come deep and meaningfuls and come laughter and pain. We've got that one thing that surpasses all. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Because what we have is eternal. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">In His love, we are eternal. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "> </span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-48205951639188185702010-07-05T21:47:00.000+10:002010-07-05T21:48:10.236+10:00Gravity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-Sara Bareilles-</span></span></div><br />Something always brings me back to you.<br />It never takes too long.<br />No matter what I say or do I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone.<br /><br />You hold me without touch.<br />You keep me without chains.<br />I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain.<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i>Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.<br />Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.<br />But you're on to me and all over me.</span></span>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-91509993796390337922010-07-02T23:10:00.000+10:002010-07-02T23:10:17.163+10:00That's where I want to stay<object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sikZ6PIgvPI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sikZ6PIgvPI&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sikZ6PIgvPI&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(187, 187, 187); line-height: 18px; ">Ok, I really don't wanna seem uber holy, cause I'm on a spiritual high after camp or anything but seriously how true is this message ? Can you imagine the epic-ness that would come out of just living this lifestyle of worship and not needing to be coaxed into a 'mood' of worship, but just being in the mood of worship even before Sunday morning comes. We are called to be 'presence people'. People that not only worship on Sunday mornings and Friday nights in God's presence but people LIVING in God's presence every single day. I'm not saying its easy, I'm just saying that I'm trying. I am however afraid that this is only but a 'spiritual' phase that I'm in, that this 'phase' will soon come to pass when school starts and theres everything else except God on my mind. Thats what I'm afraid off, but I'm trying. ;)</span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-46873011325294175562010-06-30T23:38:00.003+10:002010-07-01T00:36:45.932+10:00Fully Inspired For Action<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12491" style="line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>12-14</i></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><b>I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made.</b> But <b>I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ</b>, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but <b>I've got my eye on the goal</b>, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus.<b> I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back.</b></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "><i>Philippians 3:13-14 (MSG)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Camp was amazing. I told mum and dad today that I honestly felt like it couldn't have gone any better. The weather was perfect, the people were great, there was unity and love, expecting hearts and motivated souls. Every plan was executed smoothly and safely, and beyond all this, there was break through, conviction of souls and life changing moments all through out the camp. All these things I believe are accredited to the one that truly put all these things together, our Lord Jesus Christ. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The best camp yet. Is it really because the committee was more organised, or because there were better games or a better campsite ? These factors may have contributed to the overall result, but I believe it was really through God's divine appointment and through His special timing that all these things had come together so perfectly. From the beginning we were inspired and expectant to what God had in store for us. Corporate prayer led by Jem truly motivated and united us all to focus on the goals we wanted to reach for camp. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I told mom and dad, that the sessions felt like the highlight of the camp for us. Our worship sessions were intense and the presence of God was undeniable every-single-night. The songs that I had sung and played so many times before felt like it had gained a completely different meaning overnight and during the sermons, I hung on every word that was said by the speakers believing that God had something to tell us and He obviously, did not disappoint. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">I was personally touched and impacted by the spirit in so many remarkable ways through out the camp. I believe God truly had a plan for me during that time, He revealed to me His sovereign power, His undeniable love and His </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">faithfulness to me and my future. I also received the gift of tongues, something that I had always </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">struggled</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "> to fully grasp the concept of up until this camp, not because Olgar talked about it (because she didn't) but because I sincerely felt God telling me to reach out for more, to believe for more. Having this gift doesn't make me more of a Christian then I was before, but I think it has opened a different perspective of my worship and walk with God. I love it and I can't get it enough of it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As a fellow Impacter, I believe that this camp is only the tip of the iceberg as to what God has in store for our youth group and our plans for the future. Change, is what we wanted. Change, is what we're going to get. Again, I'm not saying that we 'have this all together' but I believe after this camp, our perspectives have been aligned towards our 'goal, where God is beckoning us onward to Jesus' so lets get off and running, and not turn back. Amen ?? A-MEN :) </span></span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-60620196770126617602010-05-23T22:44:00.002+10:002010-05-23T22:47:57.332+10:00Little steps<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After 3 weeks of being amidst the sniffle germs, thank you Lord for keeping me sniffle free and healthy and well :)</span></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-21039522324981050772010-05-18T23:41:00.005+10:002010-05-19T00:02:05.736+10:00You're My Person<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbPsTKxN3ByVUIylkt82FPViMEzxmyo_UgoSIiQRl6F_eRFd_5tMHjEY9sPiswI5E8tABp_e7kxyiO-9xCnVpeKdmxdHlBCRlCcu7L0Og5uOK0KGRZZ0fgyDKAdFnQCw1OynNuqAQ3w0/s1600/2638_72809053427_703168427_2386376_4193104_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbPsTKxN3ByVUIylkt82FPViMEzxmyo_UgoSIiQRl6F_eRFd_5tMHjEY9sPiswI5E8tABp_e7kxyiO-9xCnVpeKdmxdHlBCRlCcu7L0Og5uOK0KGRZZ0fgyDKAdFnQCw1OynNuqAQ3w0/s400/2638_72809053427_703168427_2386376_4193104_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606951651009762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Sarah Wong</div><div style="text-align: center;">21 years old on the 19th of May 2010</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Generally associated with the following things :-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Boys</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">-beloved -jupiter –hunny –cereal –home wrecker –religion section –dy –same person –launderette etc..(because it is ON going )(BECAUSE we hawt)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Fan Girls</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">-HSM –Kenny Ortega –Gilmore girls –Greys –relient k –John Mayer –Tswizzle –Edward –Jon Mclaughlin –Alexis Bledel –Poxon –Tanya –Wongfu</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Placements and Jobs</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">-Ballarat of the stolen baby –Beach town of the mcd 6am breakfasts –St Vs who LOOKS SO DUMB RIGHT NAOO – safeways of the DY and hot italians –clarendon of the crazy patients</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Gifts</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Blue Play doh –black chair –taylor swift –babbitt and pig –honey –mixed cds –gilmore girls –john mayer in REAL LIFE who sang to ME -wigs of the golden variety –letters –Nerfs –curtis stone cook books –BAKED BROWNIE CAKES –panda phones –cupcakes –puzzled faces –itouch you burrehs –lappies –and awesomeness in a box (as you can see our gifts, like wine keep growing better with age.I’m expecting a car next year ;) ) JKS</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Bonding Times</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">jerp love notes –pranks at the easter camp –milk –wasted petrol –unnecessary roadtrips –champagne gold ‘not that I’m drinking or anything’ –dancing in the moonlight –epic bonding times at treasured possessions –love confessions x9345 -sleepovers that did not involve sleep –food – dondon –uni assignment dramas –‘tough times’-mbro surprise visits-calling in sick at safeways for first time everrr -deodarising boys dorm rooms -24 hour Kmart –more stayup overs –juwita suwito –stalking and adding of other peoples various partners, of all whom are mostly creepy/noncreepy/annoying/ugly/douchey/commonfaced/stupidfaced/poofaced/nice –zefrontisdalehudgensortega stalking-slow dancing–morning messages –I am cow and cow refrences –giving each other exactly same gifts for Christmas 08’ –sharing same….</span></span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">monthly cycles</span></span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">… -wedding colour schemes –long and possibly –RETURN of long and possibly –trionicles aka.bionicles but THREEE -spoons that are toooo big -handling the jelly -HIJAB -fake gangsta tattoos-Acute Tubular Necrosis -and eating some more</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Little things that really count</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">–waking up and being ttly inappropriate in bed –getting tutored –hating boys that I love but are total douches-then liking the boys cause I like them -airport adventures -highlighting blogposts for hidden meaning –huggles when I’m bawling my eyes out or just needa hug, virtual or non virtual –picking me up and dropping me off at the busiest times of the day –knowing all your closest friends-being the person your father calls when he can't find you-hour long phone calls –driving all the way back to torquay just coz I was upset and things of that sort</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I guess through it all, we’ve only grown closer and closer and maybe almost to the point where we might be a little bit TOO close and a little bit TOO inappropriate :P I hope we don’t get too close and get sick of each other though, cause its true I don’t think I can live without you in my life as cheesy as that sounds X) You’ve always been my punching bag, my rock, a source of comfort, my 'person' and my big sister. I know as much as we continue to piss each other off for not talking/texting/calling each other after ONE WHOLE DAY or when we forget certain important dates or just being a fail friend and not writing an epic speech, I know we’ll love equally and sincerely through it all. Through all your transitions in life from the first year of uni, placements, last year of uni, soon-to-be graduation, work, being old and everything in between I hope that I’ve been as good a friend and sister and loverrrr as you have been to me cause I couldn’t ask for more .</span></span></span></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sarah Wong, you’re gorgeous, generous, crazy, caring, genius, selfless, brave and an absolute delight to spend every weekend with. I love you and I can’t wait to share in all that is in store for you in the future, ie; MARRIAGE, BABIES, and things of that sort. Soooo….</span></span></span></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HAPPY 21</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">st</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> BIRTHDAY PRINCESS !!!!</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I LOVE YOU SO MUCH</span></span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">and the following are pictures of ME ...with sarah in them. :P just couldn't help myself</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8ycSfl9UnXVvCxBMDApJIwleyDrfDUlWpSBxnVG2UrPc0DRUHfoOP63bK9xboCX32UQ1kWJ_uFSxEooGDPtA0o84ZEg14PigbxnkNcUVIqU1WimgLZXJxvjA0lfzEamC6mF6QFs4owI/s1600/25242_414930808427_703168427_5291926_1571363_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8ycSfl9UnXVvCxBMDApJIwleyDrfDUlWpSBxnVG2UrPc0DRUHfoOP63bK9xboCX32UQ1kWJ_uFSxEooGDPtA0o84ZEg14PigbxnkNcUVIqU1WimgLZXJxvjA0lfzEamC6mF6QFs4owI/s400/25242_414930808427_703168427_5291926_1571363_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606950892798130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqZ2sjf6q95ur0UXePx16q2s5t3CXFJBFKMf5C89DkAeoDasFESncIPox7-0l8RKjdljJ28golGns16z1EH8p5au0V2K6v-TOrmwZcoGsCUmpccSCUeUsNPomnfYWvCjdxcsq6744i9g/s1600/n703168427_782085_1319.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqZ2sjf6q95ur0UXePx16q2s5t3CXFJBFKMf5C89DkAeoDasFESncIPox7-0l8RKjdljJ28golGns16z1EH8p5au0V2K6v-TOrmwZcoGsCUmpccSCUeUsNPomnfYWvCjdxcsq6744i9g/s400/n703168427_782085_1319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606942894338274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">epitome of pure awesomeness... right THERE</span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></p>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-7856588705808299092010-05-17T17:00:00.012+10:002010-05-17T18:16:51.393+10:00Fairy Floss Dreams<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This is fairy floss.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Light, fluffy and sweet.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1edLYfxQi8VwaDDe2WsC4LzNI-yNsrynHVLBXSee3iVm__dNF-1gjx63kQvSZo2vnGj6nepvpz-TZN0HcQdHJIiV_qFWHNkVz5jA9KMVBXLO1L7FAdmhAh7cAVAfuyYpupVNAMeai6WE/s1600/future_cotton_candy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1edLYfxQi8VwaDDe2WsC4LzNI-yNsrynHVLBXSee3iVm__dNF-1gjx63kQvSZo2vnGj6nepvpz-TZN0HcQdHJIiV_qFWHNkVz5jA9KMVBXLO1L7FAdmhAh7cAVAfuyYpupVNAMeai6WE/s400/future_cotton_candy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472142432756328610" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This, is a dream...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyi7tq-6QBQGKVBudkRFyCqjq8Drd_ThrWEvQ4LitvrHtFv_V_6CezCcSDwLBeQZOzXm1wjnDnEn5u52CZlabxutIjZ7i8HFHm3pj2G3GXW23I6OBk6W-lV39l1orpHq2JggnxOLBTjY/s1600/greys-anatomy144.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQyi7tq-6QBQGKVBudkRFyCqjq8Drd_ThrWEvQ4LitvrHtFv_V_6CezCcSDwLBeQZOzXm1wjnDnEn5u52CZlabxutIjZ7i8HFHm3pj2G3GXW23I6OBk6W-lV39l1orpHq2JggnxOLBTjY/s400/greys-anatomy144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472142420815424834" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">WAIT.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4MC9G3qedKKbtdYc8iSTM5wR9DQGY8bSG_ioXw6OaQpdm9RHD3nJoQ44aR9G54ZqniUek5sEf-cf-cSQK51ZMlGp5v5rZzuEP9PJgI9NMYfVRP1nhVkeqm-pReNWmbVihXpcKiSKQrw/s1600/3067641_f1e30735-7eb1-4876-9ca8-f9ece0af0a1a-christina-yang.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4MC9G3qedKKbtdYc8iSTM5wR9DQGY8bSG_ioXw6OaQpdm9RHD3nJoQ44aR9G54ZqniUek5sEf-cf-cSQK51ZMlGp5v5rZzuEP9PJgI9NMYfVRP1nhVkeqm-pReNWmbVihXpcKiSKQrw/s400/3067641_f1e30735-7eb1-4876-9ca8-f9ece0af0a1a-christina-yang.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472142417701711618" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><b>THIS</b> is a dream...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Right now, this dream feels like fairy floss. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Light, fluffy and sweet..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Easy, reasonable and achievable...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But then again, who am I kidding.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">We all know as soon as you get into a good bite of sweet fairy floss, it dissolves and it disappears and you are left with nothing except the sweet after taste of something that used to be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">In that same way, I feel like this 'dream' is about to dissipate and be no more, leaving me with something less sweet and something less undesirable, something along the lines of bitter regret and failure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So, difficult</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">so, unrealistic</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">so, unachievable</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDq0OQs06w0eKT6pXBqqAyQBt0ThrtXWDqBtds2BVs8repYkpozjapfDrb_Tj-3GNNbYU1S9MxzONAsJvMJTAWAaxnqwFU1bOCzxvcPDK_DD9CDoUmKxp2C2bSkao_qcrvZwos39oTlc/s1600/DeathByCottonCandy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDq0OQs06w0eKT6pXBqqAyQBt0ThrtXWDqBtds2BVs8repYkpozjapfDrb_Tj-3GNNbYU1S9MxzONAsJvMJTAWAaxnqwFU1bOCzxvcPDK_DD9CDoUmKxp2C2bSkao_qcrvZwos39oTlc/s400/DeathByCottonCandy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472139379459360642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">-Death by cotton candy-</span></b></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><h2 style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 34px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> By Visual Artist Daniela Edburg</span></i></span></span></h2></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-8519514382243376492010-05-16T18:16:00.006+10:002010-05-16T18:44:06.763+10:00Welcome to the life of the not so awesome sauce<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hello fellow invitees, I've made this blog private (for now) cause I think I've been holding back/not blogging because I feel like I always need to put on this facade of how great I'm going and how awesome my life is, just because I know my parents are reading it and you know how parents can become when they know something is wrong, they try to help but that 'help' becomes a lecture and so on. So, as my very exclusive group ;) , I invite you to my sometimes not so awesome life, of rants and hurt and sometimes a whole lot of frustration but don't worry I'm not depressed or anything. It's just nice to rant sometimes. You know </span></span>?<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGv4Qp9rT0NDfbusA2uM6JysXRhBpgs0dpLgjbzyKArMPb9mt3s4QQflF9nk6io9W84arfA4XSfQ1DGLL6dAOW5VZPMAwZOlPCmZQV40BKjLBlf1sALPDIHUoZPh7g287oShA1IzzFY8/s1600/Moster.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGv4Qp9rT0NDfbusA2uM6JysXRhBpgs0dpLgjbzyKArMPb9mt3s4QQflF9nk6io9W84arfA4XSfQ1DGLL6dAOW5VZPMAwZOlPCmZQV40BKjLBlf1sALPDIHUoZPh7g287oShA1IzzFY8/s400/Moster.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471782565387652194" /></a>But then again, not everything on this blog will be emo and *imma-eat-your-face-coz-im-pissed-off* kinda scary... </div><div><br /></div><div>In fact, most of the time it would probably be filled up by these little guys ...</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUqQ4SvdWaA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUqQ4SvdWaA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div>Have a great week guys :)<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-2905746132970954482010-05-16T17:21:00.004+10:002010-05-16T18:25:49.046+10:00I've got another plan, this time it will work.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Exam Preparation plans</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:small;">16-22nd May</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Biology chap 1,2 &3 </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1 Biol Prac Exam</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">23-29th May</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Biology chap 4,5 &6</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2 Biol Prac Exam</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">30-3rd June</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Biol chap 7 &8</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5-7th June</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Biol Prac Exams</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">8th June</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">BIOL UNIT 3 Exam</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*this looks so much more daunting in black and white. Pray for me !</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Term 3 Resolutions</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:small;">-lose 3 kg</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-11pm sleep curfew</span></span></div><div><br /></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-60347128225580088122010-05-05T10:33:00.003+10:002010-05-05T10:47:39.124+10:00Teasers<em><span style="font-size:85%;">Currently listening to 'Hug on the Inside'</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It almost sounds selfish to keep wanting what others have not had in years or ever in their lives, a 'hug on the inside'. One thing I've truly learned from this epic month is how amazingly blessed I am and how some are so much more deprived than I am. It scares me to think that I've been so oblivious to some of my closer friends that have been lacking the love that I so freely and selfishly enjoy. Time to share ? I think so.<br /><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Speaking of epic month, I simply cannot put such awesomeness to a single blogpost that will truly justify how amazing it has truly been, but I will try.<br /><br />First lets list some events:<br />- The asian flash mob that was the birthday of ichan<br />- The 48 hours with the wong after TOOOO long and expensive shopping sprees<br />- The fail of Jont party crash<br />- The Torquay weekend birthday<br />- The 4 birthday cakes<br />- The belated gifts<br />- The epic release into womanhood of the wong<br />- The suwiirahjaney bestie sleepover<br />- THE JOHN MAYERHHH<br /><br />Just some teasers, till the next post X)</span>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-25580677620646654472010-04-19T18:54:00.001+10:002010-04-19T18:57:53.667+10:00i touch youu burreh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBCDHy8fCKO30zwBKzcPvl1l0dOqlf376kkNRZuOGd-3Ycxs4tfTypylRbrujLICftKVHlQNHhncoVG1GejjXMKDUP4gYomGof8b5Og315JnfSWsUn75OZ-COa8NX1Q_JRMR29GHmq_A/s1600/2ndtouch1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCBCDHy8fCKO30zwBKzcPvl1l0dOqlf376kkNRZuOGd-3Ycxs4tfTypylRbrujLICftKVHlQNHhncoVG1GejjXMKDUP4gYomGof8b5Og315JnfSWsUn75OZ-COa8NX1Q_JRMR29GHmq_A/s400/2ndtouch1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461769908983126658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">love it :) thanking youss</span></span>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-66881363337907428352010-04-18T02:34:00.003+10:002010-04-18T02:40:33.613+10:00heartolder panda brothers that don't make you feel like a fool even though you feel like one. <div>Air hockey ftw :)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">seriously, wtv all of you</span></span></div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7078962089823866593.post-2393039369970516912010-04-11T21:49:00.003+10:002010-04-11T22:01:27.278+10:00Speed Dial #2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IoC1CV9YRsQujd7xgwk3zoeXvQIUReYf5caJ2PbkkyeZY8O4D3o53MRPv4XRLcDKAPYHhr4PfqHhH2RLMQjP_z4zuvYnWuv5KE01P625FQDhJYXa4RqMQtMgXnSUrIOQRAt-sJfnLpI/s1600/Sarjaney.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IoC1CV9YRsQujd7xgwk3zoeXvQIUReYf5caJ2PbkkyeZY8O4D3o53MRPv4XRLcDKAPYHhr4PfqHhH2RLMQjP_z4zuvYnWuv5KE01P625FQDhJYXa4RqMQtMgXnSUrIOQRAt-sJfnLpI/s400/Sarjaney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458847178567517474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hie, I mish you. The Last Song, its a date. </div>janeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05688787966961251213noreply@blogger.com1