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  <title>in the world not of it</title>
  <subtitle>flower quickly fading  vapour in the wind</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>jan</name>
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  <updated>2009-10-19T05:06:40Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:19468</id>
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    <title>29: eons later</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T05:04:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T05:06:40Z</updated>
    <category term="ministry"/>
    <category term="sch"/>
    <category term="home"/>
    <lj:music>reign in us- starfield</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;It's been a way long time since I've posted. Seems like I'm too busy with too many things to actually sit down and reflect. It's easy to reflect on the big things but we often neglect the little and mundane things, something that I take for granted. For that, I thank God for the big and small things He has put in my life. &lt;br /&gt;For this ministry that He has so graciously given me. &lt;br /&gt;For the relationships that are forged. &lt;br /&gt;For a family that is a million miles away. But is never far from me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Updates on me.&lt;br /&gt;School has been quite good to me this sem. No longer struggling with so many production projects. I have wayy better groupmates compared to the previous semesters. That makes the difference I guess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry has been quite fulfiling. If anyone has been following my posts, you could see that I was quite discouraged a few months back. Not that I don't face the same problems now, but maybe it's the attitude that i'm taking. I see direction and I'm really looking forward to great and wonderful things hapening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I got my driving license people. And i'm looking for a car. So a good one better come along soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I do feel like I've drifted away from my friends back home. Ok, not that serious but I haven't been talking to them as regulaly as I should be. It seems like I'm so caught up with the things here in Perth that everything back home doesn't seem as important. That's not true. I'm really really sorry if I haven't been talking as often. Being busy doesn't seem like a very valid excuse too. But I really miss and love all of you. Like seriously. You guys are as important if not, more important. I just wanted to let you know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:19205</id>
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    <title>28: ....</title>
    <published>2009-08-23T04:39:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-23T04:39:36Z</updated>
    <category term="ministry"/>
    <category term="bible verse"/>
    <lj:music>i remember- city on a hill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, since God in his mercy has given us this new ministry,&lt;strong&gt; we never give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Cor 4:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:19011</id>
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    <title>27: introvert</title>
    <published>2009-08-12T13:21:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T13:21:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>love disease- super junior</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said I was an introvert&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:18891</id>
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    <title>26:  heaven</title>
    <published>2009-07-16T16:07:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-16T16:07:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll see you in heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:18604</id>
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    <title>25: be with me</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T17:02:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T17:02:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>to the moon and back-savage garden</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Every morning, I wake up with a deep uneasy feeling in my gut. It doesn't seem to go away no matter how much I fight it. Thoughts about the future flood my mind. Mine partially but mostly It. The responsibilities are so heavy, so heavy that I feel myself sinking down if I don't keep myself afloat in Him. It's slowly pushing me to a corner. If only I can run away, run back home. Home, I never felt that I need you more than I do now. I choose to escape knowing full well that I have to turn back and pick up the pieces I leave behind. The time to make the decision will come eventually, maybe even sooner than I expect.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:18365</id>
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    <title>24: hungry</title>
    <published>2009-03-29T08:51:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-29T08:51:45Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>hungry-Kathryn Scott</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I don't like this feeling. It hurts. Maybe it's a mixture of my emotions and a few others. But, maybe I'm just not that spiritually mature to handle this. Sometimes I want to to escape. Just be physically away if I can't emotionally. I know it's not the right thing to be feeling but i yearn to go back. Back to the person that I was a year ago. But I can't. Not after what I've experienced. Not after the lessons that He has taught me. Walking the christian life isn't simple at all. It's disheartening to see the things you've done come to nought. It's not so much anger at the people but anger at myself for not being able to do things right. That I haven't been right with God to start with. I suck and God definitely knows it. &lt;br /&gt;How much more can I go on? How much more can I handle? I don't know. I was expected to understand all that in the past year. All I know is that I have to starting getting right with Him. I don't want to be a stumbling block to anyone. Being a christian is not about me, me and just me. But I can't give back if I'm dried up. There's nothing to give anymore...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:17825</id>
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    <title>22: words cannot explain</title>
    <published>2008-11-18T02:25:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-18T02:25:21Z</updated>
    <category term="driving"/>
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    <lj:music>ancient skies-michael gungor</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This little corner of mine is getting really stale.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting quite numb to the routine here. It's time that I get out of this place for a while and head back home. Just the right timing:) I really can't wait to go home. 11th dec! soon, soon. &lt;br /&gt;Work has gone down quite a bit for me. To like once a week so I'm pretty relaxed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Driving test next week. Not good, not good at all. Ah, I need to pass it man. Quite funny that I'm more bothered over this exam than the actual school exam that I'm taking. Probably just the level of confidence. But I reeaally need to do well in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I wanna write everything down. But I stop myself from time to time. Maybe it's pure laziness. Or maybe just the security that these thoughts are kept in my head. Some emotions cannot be explained in words. They need to be felt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:17648</id>
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    <title>21: blobs of sweet smelling thingy...</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T12:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T12:08:07Z</updated>
    <category term="adelaide"/>
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    <category term="wendy&amp;apos;s"/>
    <lj:music>the scientist-coldplay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Updates on Jan again. I've been doing pretty good. Just handed in my 2nd batch of major assignments last week. Another batch coming right up in Week 14. Oh man, that week is gonna butcher me right, left, center. What to do? This is the life of a uni student. PR exam on the 27th of nov which is eons away. I really don't understand why they have to make the exams so freaking late. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I'm leaving for adelaide on the 27th for ocf convention. whoo hoo! Time for a well deserved break. Coming back on the 8th of dec and if all goes well, I can finally see all you lovelies on the 11th. I'm so hyped up to go home man. Home never fails to make me happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Wendy's is quite fun. Making milkshakes, hotdogs, and scooping blobs of ice cream. The pay is an extra incentive too, haha. But i think i should reduce the number of shifts i take tho. 3-4 days is a bit too much. Starting to get a bit tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving manual is very fun. A bit of a stress release for me too. BUT, reversing and parking is such a pain. If only i can just get the car to move properly. Sigh, it doesn't like me. I'm hoping to get the license soon. Like very soon. Next month ideally. &lt;br /&gt;Seems like my stale, boring uni life is starting to be jam packed with all these other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Good news? Bad news? Dunno.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:17310</id>
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    <title>20: my name</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T16:16:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T16:16:15Z</updated>
    <category term="name"/>
    <lj:music>gone-switchfoot</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow. I actually managed to do 4 out of the 5 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1. Buy a stupid printer. I&amp;nbsp;NEED&amp;nbsp;IT.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2. Start on my news story which is due friday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Which means, pop over to curtin to do interviews.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enquire about working. The one at IGA sounds pretty good. And it's near:p&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And the most impt, GO&amp;nbsp;TAKE&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FREAKING&amp;nbsp;THEORY&amp;nbsp;TEST&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;DRIVING. I've been putting it off for so long. It's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;Not bad I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it quite amusing how ppl are unable to pronounce my name. It's either they butcher it till I can't recognise it. Or it's been through many stages of metamorphosis. Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jar-neh-ser&lt;br /&gt;2. Jer-nee-ser&lt;br /&gt;3.Ja-nee-sah&lt;br /&gt;4. Jeh-neh-ser&lt;br /&gt;5. Jeh-neh-sia&lt;br /&gt;6. Jer-ne-shir&lt;br /&gt;7. Yer-neh-ser (the j and the y sounds, like juan)&lt;br /&gt;8. Jane-sa. (hate this one, like srsly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, it's pronounced as jer-neh-ser. Maybe it's easier if I tell ppl it's vanessa but drop the v and add the j. &lt;br /&gt;This was quite random, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:16980</id>
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    <title>19: crapload of stuff</title>
    <published>2008-09-07T12:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-07T12:41:06Z</updated>
    <category term="school"/>
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    <lj:music>black horse and cherry tree- kt tunstall</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ok. Time for updates again. I've been pretty darn busy the whole of last week and the week before. Study break is just a dumb excuse for more work to be piled onto you. Like seriously?! A test during the break? test-break. That's an oxymoron. But I must say, that was the most fun and cool test I've taken in my whole life as a student. It was a desktest for my radio unit. I just had to do an intro, play songs, do the interview and pretty much done. Quite strange to hear myself actually. Never thought I'll sound like that. BUT, I played the wrong song! Silly mistake i must say. But don't think they'll notice, i hope. That, was just a small part of my &amp;quot;exciting&amp;quot; week. Have a 2000 &amp;amp; 1200 word essay due tomorrow so I spent the whole of last week trying to rush it out. Still trying to rush it out. Last week, this is how the average day looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Wake up at 9am&lt;br /&gt;-Mad rush to do assignments till abt 3pm&lt;br /&gt;-Attempt to have lunch at 3, usually fail&lt;br /&gt;-Continue assignments till 830pm&lt;br /&gt;-Make dinner, or grab i should say.&lt;br /&gt;-Continue with assignments till 3-4am&lt;br /&gt;Then the whole cycle starts again. Usually that's what happens. Except for days I have meetings and stuff that I have to attend to. Oh well... I never knew why people wished for more than 24 hours a day. Now I do. Plus, I still have a wholeload of stuff that's gotta be done.&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a stupid printer. I&amp;nbsp;NEED&amp;nbsp;IT.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start on my news story which is due friday.&lt;br /&gt;3. Which means, pop over to curtin to do interviews.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enquire about working. The one at IGA sounds pretty good. And it's near:p&lt;br /&gt;5. And the most impt, GO&amp;nbsp;TAKE&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FREAKING&amp;nbsp;THEORY&amp;nbsp;TEST&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;DRIVING. I've been putting it off for so long. It's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, stuff at ocf probably. Has been taking up quite a bit of time. Not that it's heavy stuff but it's all the nitty gritty stuff that gets to me sometimes. And it's really quite overwhelming when people have a certain expectation of you. But then, my security is not found in man but Him. And now that I've committed to this, I have the duty to stick to it. Gets a bit trying sometimes but i'll be fine. Feel like I need a break soon. Never fail to say this but i miss the people back home:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:16688</id>
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    <title>18: the mind and flesh is weak</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T12:56:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T12:56:52Z</updated>
    <category term="life"/>
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    <lj:music>tommy walker-pass it on</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day by day, &lt;br /&gt;He's showing me how much I can take, stretching me to my limits.&lt;br /&gt;Like a balloon that expands so tightly but not enough to burst.&lt;br /&gt;I know that He'll never leave me in a situation where I cannot handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: smaller;"&gt; Lean not on myself but You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:16587</id>
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    <title>17: Service</title>
    <published>2008-08-04T10:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-04T10:51:19Z</updated>
    <category term="service"/>
    <lj:music>israel houghton- again i say rejoice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After 3 months of careful consideration, I made an official decision to step up to serve. Why the change of heart? For me, it was a long and hard process. I had many insecurities despite the fact that everyone around me was reassuring me. Afterall, I had only been there for a few months. The one thing that was the hardest to grapple was the heart of service. How do you define the heart of service? Sometimes the line between the act of helping people and serving God is blurred. I felt obliged to serve because there was an urgent need to fill the gap, the need to help the fellowship in order to sustain it. On the other hand was the genuine desire to really want to serve and honour Him. I was juggling between the 2. And really, the former reason was the one that was pulling me more than the desire to serve Him. I mean, it is still the case now. I felt that it wasn't right for me to step up if my reasons weren't solely for God. &lt;br /&gt;But I realised that really, service is not about me. Not about how I feel. Not about what I think. That's all secondary compared to our Father up there. Shouldn't the focus of our lives and actions be in accordance of His will and not our will? He put this burden in my heart for a reason and the reason was that He wanted me to be there to serve and glorify Him. That's all that matters don't you think. It's not about whether I want to be there but really whether He wants me to be there. And He does. Also, it's hard sometimes to draw a definite line between this and that. But as long as God is the one leading you, there is nothing in this world that is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel some sort of pressure in this new role that I'm in. And perhaps loneliness too since everyone is leaving soon. But this has taught me to be more so dependent on God. Who can I rely on but the love and grace of God to sustain me:)&lt;br /&gt;Although the new semester might bring along challenges but I move on with His love:)</content>
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    <title>16: You</title>
    <published>2008-07-11T06:03:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-11T06:03:47Z</updated>
    <category term="psalms"/>
    <category term="lyrics"/>
    <category term="you"/>
    <lj:music>诀别诗-胡彦斌</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;You &lt;/font&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style=""&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style=""&gt;Looking at the sea of strangers&lt;br /&gt; Looking &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;back on who I was&lt;br /&gt; The emptiness and loneliness &lt;br /&gt; It overwhelms my heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where shall I go&lt;br /&gt; What can I do,&lt;br /&gt; Who do I turn,&lt;br /&gt; I turn to You&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chorus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;You are my rock and my salvation&lt;br /&gt; Your strength and love&lt;br /&gt; It takes me over&lt;br /&gt; I’m so dependent on You&lt;br /&gt; My refuge, &lt;br /&gt; That’s who You are&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Finding my security in&lt;br /&gt; Things that are not worth the price&lt;br /&gt; Basing my faith on worldly assurance&lt;br /&gt; That crumbles so easily&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style=""&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style=""&gt;Where shall I go&lt;br /&gt; What can I do&lt;br /&gt; Who do I turn,&lt;br /&gt; I turn to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'm not emo. Don't worry:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:15913</id>
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    <title>15: Resurrected from my slumber...</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T08:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T08:02:06Z</updated>
    <category term="sleep"/>
    <category term="winter"/>
    <category term="camp"/>
    <category term="home"/>
    <lj:music>who you are-4him</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm alive ppl, I'm alive. Boy was I thankful for the time that I spent back home, with family and friends. Something thats irreplaceable. I'm so glad that I met up with most of the ppl that I wanted to. Friends that I haven't met in a while well, it sure didn't feel like it. It felt so comfortable just talking and spending time with them. Maybe all of us have matured over time. Good news for me, more ppl are coming over to Aussie to study. I have syd, melb and adelaide covered so massive visiting during mid-sem break. So exciting!&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, winter camp was a refreshing time although tiring for me. I would say a 5 days well spent:) Oh oh and I broke my sleep record. My previous one was a steady 14 hours. I came back from camp hoping to take a nap for abt 2 hours at 430 in the afternoon. When I woke up, it was 1030 the next morning. Voila! 18 hours of pure sleep. Hey, can't blame me. I didn't get enough sleep before camp coz I touched down just the night before. And there's no way you can get a good sleep during camps so yar. Anyone, interested in breaking my record, feel free to do so:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I'm loving my family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:15757</id>
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    <title>14: Updates</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T05:26:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T05:26:37Z</updated>
    <category term="home"/>
    <lj:music>two beds and a coffee machine-savage garden</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Thank God that killer week was over. I was so stressed on the last week of sem, rushing out a grand total of 6 assignments. Upcoming exam on thursday. I pray and hope the stuff I study comes out. Not that it's a difficult exam but still I wanna do well. And, highlight of my week: &lt;b&gt;I'm coming back home on friday&lt;/b&gt; so definitely looking forward to that. The quietness of the night here is getting a lil to me. So going back is gonna perk me up a bit. Miss the ppl back home:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Bangkok is a nice sidedish&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:15559</id>
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    <title>13: to learn to serve</title>
    <published>2008-05-17T04:49:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-17T04:49:27Z</updated>
    <category term="serve"/>
    <category term="faith"/>
    <category term="service"/>
    <lj:music>amazing grace-chris tomlin</lj:music>
    <content type="html">TO LEARN TO SERVE.&lt;br /&gt;I can vaguely rmb the first time i saw this, I was thinking to myself: What a stupid school motto. Couldn't they think of a better one? And then recently i realised that I haven't been serving in a very long time. Over the couple of weeks, a situation was presented to me such that I had to make a decision whether I wanted to step up into service/leadership. This was a great opportunity but I declined after thinking long and hard over it. Maybe, I just didn't feel ready for it since I've only been there for 3-4 months. I mean, I feel that I've truly grown so much in God, in dealing with issues, in dealing with people. The gifts and the lessons I've received have been plentiful. The importance of prayer and how prayer has become so very important in my walk with God. The riches of His word and how He has so many promises for us if only we would just take the time to read and meditate on His word.&amp;nbsp; The people around me who are such great testimonies of the love and grace of Jesus. I feel that I'm growing and I'm comfortable there. However, I don't really wanna jump into service just yet. I need more time, to familiarise myself and to fully understand the call of this organisation. And to be in service means that your heart should be fully for God and it's not just our actions. I want to go into service with a heart fully for God and not for man. Not to please man. Not get caught up with self-fufillment but to have a spirit of service for Him. I've seen so many people at leadership positions who get caught up with events that they neglect the heart of service. And, that's not serving God. So when God tells me I'm ready, I'll take that step with faith and not blindly:)</content>
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    <title>11/12: somebody save me...</title>
    <published>2008-05-08T05:56:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-13T11:16:40Z</updated>
    <category term="sch"/>
    <category term="assignments"/>
    <category term="stress"/>
    <lj:music>boyfriend- 5566</lj:music>
    <content type="html">2 more weeks to the end of semester! You don't know how grateful I am. And, 5 more weeks to home sweet home. I'm anticipating it. But these 2 weeks are gonna be hell for me. Tons of assignments due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-EDIT-&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;-1 FDN essay due tml 9/5&lt;br /&gt;-Editing of mise en scene &amp;amp; docu due mon.12/5&lt;br /&gt;-Reading log due mon. 12/5&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Presentation due next mon. 19/5&lt;br /&gt;-Live TV Interview due next tues. 20/5&lt;br /&gt;-Production Analysis due next tues. 20/5 &lt;br /&gt;-Final photog portfolio due next fri. 23/5&lt;br /&gt;-Final photog essay due next fri. 23/5&lt;br /&gt;-Mass Com in lecture test. 23/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to eat. I need cooking recipes. I need food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:15037</id>
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    <title>10: easy going? yar right... lazy more like it</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T11:23:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T11:24:08Z</updated>
    <category term="uni"/>
    <lj:music>to live is christ-parachute band</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've met my match. I'm so tired of pushing for things to happen. Tired of all the nonsense that goes around. Tired of working in a group. Tired of crappy group members. The lackadasical attitude just gets to me. &lt;i&gt;"What's wrong with getting a P?" "We've done all we could."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;That's just pure crap. No we haven't done enough and No, I don't wanna get a stupid P. For once, I hate being mediocre. But the thing is, I'm just really helpless. This is not something I can do alone. But those people aren't really reliable. And guess what? I end up doing all the work because they have to leave for more &lt;i&gt;impt&lt;/i&gt; stuff. Sch's probably not that impt then. Well, it just seems I value my work more than they do. I don't wanna sound self-righteous or anything but I'm really pissed. Who cares if I might seem like a nerd who is domineering. So be it then... At least I can safely say I'm proud of my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Pls God, grant me strength&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:14674</id>
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    <title>9: 1st MEME</title>
    <published>2008-04-05T09:16:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-05T09:17:40Z</updated>
    <category term="meme"/>
    <lj:music>what can i do-the corrs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Believe or not it's my 1st time doing a meme. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by &amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_felicitare' lj:user='felicitare' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://felicitare.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://felicitare.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;felicitare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. If your boyfriend/girlfriend cheated on you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't have to. I'll be such a great gf. Muahaha! But if it ever happens, he can go fly kite all the way to timbaktu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to pretend I don't know that he likes me. See how long it can last. At least he'll still be my friend as long as it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere peaceful and serene where all my loved ones will attend. Maybe on a ship or something. And er... i totally agree with Nat, definitely has to be air-conditioned. Sweaty brides, c'mon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What's your ideal boyfriend/girlfriend like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humourous, witty and sensitive. Definitely has to be taller than me and can't be too good-looking. I know i'm plagued by insecurities. tsk tsk. And of course, God fearing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone else?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think loving someone. It's more blessed to give than to receive. isn't it? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If the person you like does not accept you, would you continue to wait for them to change their feelings?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i wouldn't even let him know in the first place! Unless I'm super sure of his feelings for me. I can wait AND still look for someone else right? Whichever comes first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy recently?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I'm sorta enjoying sch now. Except that I'm missing my loved ones back home but not to the point of being unhappy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. How do you want to live your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the fullest. And really enjoying the stuff that I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. If you find out that your best friend is going out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, how would you react?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TRAITOR! I'll probably be so hurt to do anything. She can go fly kite all the way to timbaktu. Oh wait, then she'll end up meeting the guy. Sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such thing as currently. My family and&amp;nbsp; friends will always be most important to me. (besides God that is) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is currently the most important goal on your mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely to get past this sem. And do it good as well. D average at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;single and rich. See, when you're rich, you'll never be single coz there'll be heaps of ppl throwing themselves at you. Haha, but srsly, i think i can imagine a life w/o being married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If the person you secretly like cannot recognize you, what would you do/how would you react?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in lose memory kind? Simple, just watch any taiwanese idol drama namely 王子变青蛙. Follow what the female lead does and I'll get the guy eventually:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. I'll try my hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. If you fall in love with two persons simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that's not love. You like 2 ppl. You can't love 2 ppl. I won't pick either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.What type of friends do you like?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comfortable. We can talk about anything under the sun. To be myself, that's most impt. I love my friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. If you played a prank on someone, and he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice and say "hey, you got tricked. I rock and you suck" lame, i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to do it can since there are only SO MANY friends on lj.</content>
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    <title>8: I cooked and I'm still ALIVE</title>
    <published>2008-03-28T08:14:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-28T08:23:31Z</updated>
    <category term="beehoon"/>
    <category term="mee siam"/>
    <category term="food"/>
    <category term="cooking"/>
    <lj:music>the measure of a man-4him</lj:music>
    <content type="html">You see, the fact that I'm posting now shows that my cooking ain't all that bad. C'mon jan, give yourself a pat on the back. *pat*:) It wasn't as difficult as I thought it was, pretty darn simple if you ask me. It's all about experimenting and being &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt;. I tried to anyway. 3 things to take care of. Veggies, Protein, Carbs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Simplest of all. Throw in ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. Carrots, onions, tomatoes, lettuce etc...(whatever you find at home). You can never ever go wrong with that. It might taste...er &lt;i&gt;raw&lt;/i&gt; but you'll never be poisoned with veggies. So I felt the safest with the greens. Ceratainly explains why  I had heaps of  greens in my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Protein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;A bit tricky. First of all, it needs to be cooked and boiled meat doesn't sound very good. So for that, we got fishballs and ready-made dumplings. Just boil it. Smart right? And the end product doesn't taste bland. It has taste &lt;strike&gt;unlike boiled chicken breast.&lt;/strike&gt; And yummy ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Carbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Rice. Nope, I never tried cooking rice here. You have to wash then put it in the &lt;b&gt;rice cooker&lt;/b&gt;. Too much of a hassle. So beehoon and macaroni are my best friends. The wonders of boiling:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="the beauty of food"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;1st Attempt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001e2bw/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001e2bw/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Seriously, it wasn't too bad. Soup was quite yummy. And most imptly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;healthy.&lt;/span&gt; See the stuff floating. Yar, there was more liao than noodles. Shall name this Bao Ka Liao Beehoon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001fkpc/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001fkpc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Time to cut hair manz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;2nd Attempt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001g183/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001g183/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Heh heh. Mee siam. For the paste, it was done from scrap. We had to take assam and chilli oil and mix it then put rosemary leaves and let it settle for 1 day. Then add bean paste and fish sauce and lime juice and boil it and er er... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;It was pre-packed paste&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;. Yar, pls don't try the above at home. Not very nice if you have visit the toilet every 10 mins. Tasted sedap. 家的感觉.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Overall, cooking was fun. 1 thing I learnt. It's better to eat overcooked food then undercooked food.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="1" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tip: Always have eggs and potatoes. Lifesavers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>7: connectivity is the key...</title>
    <published>2008-03-26T09:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-26T09:23:03Z</updated>
    <category term="email"/>
    <category term="food"/>
    <category term="facebook"/>
    <lj:music>always-united youth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A really quick post. I've given in to social norms and created a &lt;b&gt;facebook acc&lt;/b&gt;. Sigh. Jan, you weakling! To think I said i will never get one. So yar. do add me:) And er, I decided to get a proper email address instead of the b something b something hotmail one. I admit, it's a mouthful. I'll try to slowly shift it to the gmail one which is janesa.wong@gmail.com. Sweet and simple. So for impt stuff, that's where to get me. &lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next post. Pics of my foodie coming up.:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:14072</id>
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    <title>6: the reason is us</title>
    <published>2008-03-22T02:53:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T02:55:57Z</updated>
    <category term="good friday"/>
    <category term="easter"/>
    <category term="avalon"/>
    <lj:music>we are the reason-avalon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="we are the reason"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We Are The Reason&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;As l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;ittle children &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn' &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts and toys &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd find &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we never realized &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby born one blessed night &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We were the reason &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That He gave His life &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the reason &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That He suffered and died &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave all He could give &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;As the years went by &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned more about gifts &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what that means &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man hung crying in the rain &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of love, all because of love &lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;'ve finally found the reason for living &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in giving every part of my heart just to Him &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do every word that I say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We are the reason &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that He gave His life &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason that &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered and died &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a world that was lost &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave all that He could give &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;/font&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;He is the reason to live....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God is so gracious to us that He sent His one beloved son to die on the cross for us. To die. The d word strikes fear in so many people's hearts. But He died for us. He didn't have to but because He loved us so very much, He did. Indeed, we are the reason that He gave His life. The reason why He suffered and died. I'm just so amazed at His love and grace towards me and to the people around me. Even as we approach Easter Sunday, let's do so with a heart of thanksgiving. Thank You Father:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:13592</id>
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    <title>5: Updates before i poison myself...</title>
    <published>2008-03-13T04:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-13T04:50:22Z</updated>
    <category term="units"/>
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    <category term="dinner"/>
    <category term="perth"/>
    <category term="cooking"/>
    <lj:music>i try-macy gray</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Decided that I'm gonna start cooking my dinners coz having it with the landlord is far too ex. So i thought I should &lt;i&gt;update before i poison myself&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Right. Let's see what I bought from Coles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="shopping list"&gt;-Oil&lt;br /&gt;-Salt&lt;br /&gt;-Sugar&lt;br /&gt;-Diced chicken&lt;br /&gt;-Mince meat&lt;br /&gt;-Oyster sauce&lt;br /&gt;-Light sauce&lt;br /&gt;-Fish sauce(??)&lt;br /&gt;-Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;-Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;-Carrots&lt;br /&gt;-Onions&lt;br /&gt;-Garlic&lt;br /&gt;-Button mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken stock cubes&lt;br /&gt;-Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;-Eggs&lt;br /&gt;-Chunky can soup&lt;br /&gt;-Macaroni and noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. And it's suppose to sustain me for 2 weeks. I am so dead. Haha, realise that there's no rice on the list? Mabel and I decided cooking rice was too much of a hassle, so noodles here we come. Simple recipes are more than welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, updates about school. My 1st assignment didn't go too bad. A fairly easy piece of work or maybe he was just being lenient about it. Have an essay outline and log due next week which sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="sch updates"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photography and Digital Imaging (MCC 124)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I'm so lost in Photog (photography) class. Aperture? Shutter speed? Depth of Field? How am i suppose to churn out an essy outline when i'm not even sure of the terms.&amp;nbsp; Workshop was quite funny. Randomly took pics of a mini waterfall. Haha, lo and behold, Damien said it was good. See what tyco gets you:p But i better read up before i sink further into the quicksand. Street Photography, i'll conquer you!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screen &amp;amp; Sound Production (MCC 128)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My group member sucks. Period. Shot list exercise was fun. Did excerpts of soap operas. Come to think of it, the storylines of soap operas are quite lame and repetitive. But workshops are good fun. Hope I don't do too badly in the editing exercise.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intro To Mass Com (MCC 108)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I struggle to stay awake in the tutes. C'mon 930?!?! But other than that, this unit is not too bad. The tute group talks alot so that's good coz it covers up the fact that i'm struggling not to sleep. Sigh, essay due after mid-sem break. It's been a long time since i've written a proper one. But history in jc has taught me well. Thesis statements and 6 topic sentences. No prob &lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hopefully&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age of Information (FDN 130)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;JC all over again. Basically, it's a foundation unit that focuses on essay writing skills, referencing and all the yada. It's compulsory for all 1st yr students. What this means is that many of my friends who came from poly can be exempted from doing this unit and ppl from JCs CAN'T! Sucks. They teach thesis statements and topics sentences. Reading logs due next week. Shouldn't be a big problem. Tim is pretty cool so tutes are fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mabel said Hi. Going off to prepare The Last Meal. Wish me luck.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:13442</id>
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    <title>4: slackers camp</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T09:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T09:06:23Z</updated>
    <category term="king&amp;apos;s park"/>
    <category term="ocf"/>
    <category term="pics"/>
    <category term="camp"/>
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    <lj:music>surprise-jars of clay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Camp was really good. Worship and sharing was just something so close to heart.  No jarring drum beats, over the top music, just the pure experience of worshipping Him. It was also a good time of sharing. To be able to share and pray, with and for other ppl who are going through the same nonsense as I am, really inspired me. It was also nice to meet with the other OCFers from the other unis. Super fun ppl to be with. One thing about this camp was that there was a whole lot of free time, like seriously alot. Ppl slacked around at the trampoline doing nothing, playing bo liao card games like heart attack, uno. Er, maybe that's what a camp should be, just &lt;strike&gt;slacking&lt;/strike&gt; relaxing. Oh, there were kangaroos "hanging out" in the campsite. Someone saw one. I think I heard one at night and they make a whole load of noise so i had no sleep for those 2 nights. Need sleep now. Anyway, it's about time I uploaded some pics. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/00019fzc/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="house, king's park"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="house and freo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/00019fzc/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/00019fzc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="house, king's park"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="house, king's park"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my queen size bed. Muahaha! See, the bolster peeking out behind me. Yep, i brought it all the way from s'pore coz they don't sell any here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001at1p/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001at1p/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview of my roomy. Not too bad if i say so myself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001btqt/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001btqt/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh. The nicest part of the room. The walk-in wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001cygw/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001cygw/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my toilet at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001dxqc/"&gt;&lt;img width="320" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/jan_esa/pic/0001dxqc/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, taken at King's Park with my cool housemate, Mabel. Don't worry girl. Got a nice pic of the both of us:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh, miss s'pore and 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jan_esa:13298</id>
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    <title>3: Week 2</title>
    <published>2008-02-28T12:39:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-28T12:39:22Z</updated>
    <category term="guys"/>
    <category term="perth"/>
    <category term="asians"/>
    <lj:music>frail-jars of clay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Since you're overseas, you must mix around with the locals more. Don't just stick with your own ppl&lt;/i&gt;. Sounds familiar? That was exactly what I thought before I came over. I mean, you're paying heaps of money to expose yourself to whole new different culture. It'll be such a waste not to. Right here, it's easy to spot clumps of asians sticking together and mind you, the younger generation make a whole lot of noise when they're together. It's a wee bit embarrassing sometimes. By the way, I'm not denying my own race. I Love Being Asian:) But now that I'm here, I'm starting to comprehend why. The people here are really nice and polite but there's just this lack of homely feeling to it. They're cool ppl to talk to, casual and fun. But the way we interact, it's just different. You should see me in class. Haha, can't believe i was deemed SHY indirectly by 1 of my tutors. Me, shy? The world has changed. Well, what I'm trying to say is that, it takes times for such things to happen and it's not as easy as just saying it. It's perfectly normal for us to want to make friends with ppl who are close to home. And the ironic thing is that we seem friendlier to each other than we were back home. And we speak the same langauge. I'll step out of my my comfort zone eventually but it takes time. So until that time comes, i'm sorry dear friends, no cute/hot aussie guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS: This is not an emo post. Just something i thought of. So don't worry:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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