<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:23:36.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>safe in a crazy world</title><subtitle type='html'>lowering the curtain to the theatre of my dream</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-115548770941772816</id><published>2006-08-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:48:30.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thats abt allthe pics i have to offer! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/115548770941772816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/115548770941772816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115548770941772816' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-114814300089043017</id><published>2006-05-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:36:40.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE IS BUT A FEELINGany objections anyone? :) i told u long time ago but u dint want to believe me.Well, look who is in love now, certainly not me:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/114814300089043017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/114814300089043017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114814300089043017' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-113515281648029740</id><published>2005-12-21T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:13:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heehee who looks older today:) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113515281648029740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113515281648029740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113515281648029740' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-113515266829331775</id><published>2005-12-21T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:11:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sis n marianne! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113515266829331775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113515266829331775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113515266829331775' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-113298572872532103</id><published>2005-11-25T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:15:28.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truffles and chocolate ice cream! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113298572872532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113298572872532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113298572872532103' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-113298565956326656</id><published>2005-11-25T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:14:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sis and me at Goodwood high tea!!! YUMMMMYYY </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113298565956326656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/113298565956326656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113298565956326656' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112920096747621298</id><published>2005-10-13T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:56:07.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>li lin n vanessa  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112920096747621298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112920096747621298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920096747621298' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112920074689600927</id><published>2005-10-13T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:52:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me, Matt, Nad and Wonus. hahaha everyone smiles with their mouth closed except me! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112920074689600927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112920074689600927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920074689600927' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917838581595310</id><published>2005-10-12T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:39:45.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beary LooMY!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917838581595310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917838581595310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917838581595310' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917830181373742</id><published>2005-10-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:38:21.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fav shot for today:) Most caring teacher, miss Michelle TaNG! Shes lovely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917830181373742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917830181373742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917830181373742' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917824470703406</id><published>2005-10-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:37:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naddy with Madam ThaM:)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917824470703406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917824470703406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917824470703406' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917818385928387</id><published>2005-10-12T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:36:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Gurmit Singh:) Hockey matters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917818385928387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917818385928387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917818385928387' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917786708045235</id><published>2005-10-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:31:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kenneth Tay the smarty pants, my first dance partner at orientatioN:) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917786708045235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917786708045235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917786708045235' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917781341976436</id><published>2005-10-12T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:30:13.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Madam Wendy Lim, the sweetest teacher ever!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917781341976436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917781341976436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917781341976436' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917776950095894</id><published>2005-10-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:29:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LAILA , dEBORAH AND ME! Laila looks dreamyyy:)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917776950095894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917776950095894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917776950095894' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112917767373826343</id><published>2005-10-12T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:27:53.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brian Sio, me and Hongda! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917767373826343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112917767373826343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112917767373826343' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112623665577758773</id><published>2005-09-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:30:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Meng on the ropes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112623665577758773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112623665577758773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112623665577758773' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112623654053828307</id><published>2005-09-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:29:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>waiting for the animal show to start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112623654053828307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112623654053828307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112623654053828307' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112609998248370796</id><published>2005-09-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:33:46.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the council did the zoo today and that was my first time to Ben and Jerrys ! Not that I really want to complain but everytime i step into a new outlet I have something to complain abt.. like the horrid waffles at gelare when the holland v branch first opened, the cone today at BnJs was so awfuL!! hahaha i'ld rather had gotten a tub of chuBBy hubbY! thats the best! Pedro su n I left early coz we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112609998248370796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112609998248370796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112609998248370796' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112203590552386985</id><published>2005-07-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:34:25.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nucleophiles are electron rich. my day ended with a body combat class and a tub of chubby hubby ben and jerrrys ice cream which is super shiok. the weeks beeen good, madam gave birth!anyway, i played out my instincts today. i walked into the lift in the morning with Mr tan inside n i had a strange feeling euge n rach were not coming. so anyway, i decided to just wait for them.den i called rach, n</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112203590552386985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112203590552386985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112203590552386985' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112114905152588835</id><published>2005-07-11T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:17:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Us being extalled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114905152588835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114905152588835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114905152588835' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112114897300645610</id><published>2005-07-11T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:16:13.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the girls on th etable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114897300645610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114897300645610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114897300645610' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112114894900603132</id><published>2005-07-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:15:49.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the lauch o fthe memory cd! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114894900603132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114894900603132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114894900603132' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112114886846332442</id><published>2005-07-11T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:14:28.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yang shen and I at the dinner at american club </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114886846332442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112114886846332442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112114886846332442' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112056584214630558</id><published>2005-07-05T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T05:17:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take me to new york.I dont wanna stay here n face strange ppl. ppl who cant stop talking abt other ppl. they are strange.  i bet wonus' and my theory is correct. so she does like him after all.we deserve so much more than this . really. im tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112056584214630558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112056584214630558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112056584214630558' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112040322779774216</id><published>2005-07-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T08:07:07.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a swim with marcus and tze wei today/ i bet marcus is reading this although i've told him not to.. rite??:) anywya, i went to st georges and the people there amused me a lil. in my church, when u r supposed to say hi to someone, it takes a second. like just turn to yur fren n say hi.but there, u go arnd shaking everyones hand. when i say everyone, i mean every single person.so today i had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112040322779774216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112040322779774216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040322779774216' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023585036997783</id><published>2005-07-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:37:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>naddy n ks acting cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023585036997783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023585036997783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023585036997783' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023581409414916</id><published>2005-07-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:36:54.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at our area </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023581409414916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023581409414916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023581409414916' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023568359346034</id><published>2005-07-01T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:34:43.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me n MJ! the power of the rectangular badge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023568359346034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023568359346034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023568359346034' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023564046532060</id><published>2005-07-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:34:00.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eunice n me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023564046532060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023564046532060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023564046532060' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023556556573893</id><published>2005-07-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:32:45.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>class phototaking day! me, pam(jons gf) , Kia (drunkard), Zhi Ni (maid) and fairy sarah! our base class at 6.09 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023556556573893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023556556573893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023556556573893' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-112023526555953904</id><published>2005-07-01T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:27:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lennard, Mose, Bel and me in class 2SD2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023526555953904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/112023526555953904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112023526555953904' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111964923351242110</id><published>2005-06-24T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T06:31:55.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its 530 am on a saturday and I havent slept.Whats wrong w me?? i slept at 130, and woke up at 3 and had my breakfast!:( coz i normally eat sth when I wake uP. Think I was thinking of the CORICA profiteroles in my fridge which made me sleepless. Anyway, I;ve finished the apple strudel, the profiterole and half of the gP paper. I'm on to the summary which is making me bored.0531I learnt what love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111964923351242110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111964923351242110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111964923351242110' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111941462357065671</id><published>2005-06-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:30:23.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a wednesday and there is one more day to my booking of Corrinne May! yay.. one day and i'll be waking up at 9 to go online. Woke up real lateagain. Man, I really couldnt concentrate. The 3.5 Hours BIO lect just totally drained me . I learnt sth though. Madam Tham will surely drag my classes when she takes over Miss Tang, so I can expect shorter recesses and later dismissals. But shes goood. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111941462357065671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111941462357065671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941462357065671' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111928090134129779</id><published>2005-06-20T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:21:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i studied with marcus tai and tze wei today at the study room. It was cool catching up and talking alot of rot .I realised we're very different in music taste and thinking wise'all the mentalities and music tastes.tze wei listens to guitar -- classical.. WHO LISTENS TO TT!!??and Marcus listens to rockand I listen to slow inspirational songs w pianO!ahah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111928090134129779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111928090134129779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111928090134129779' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111910710572806057</id><published>2005-06-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:05:05.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my birthday cake to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910710572806057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910710572806057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111910710572806057' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111910682630297241</id><published>2005-06-18T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:00:26.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have decided i want a lemon meringue pie for my birthday cake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910682630297241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910682630297241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111910682630297241' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111910021955678213</id><published>2005-06-18T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:10:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the night is beautiful as we stand and watch the starsup high it feels like a big fat round moondown low it feels like a humming bird with a sore throat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910021955678213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910021955678213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111910021955678213' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111910003685664099</id><published>2005-06-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:07:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so I thought you were when you werent.and I thought you weren't when you were.today was bad. i dint do anythingi have a problem.i cant be giving too much attention all the time/. Neither do I wish for any.I get clustrophoic.It feels like i lost the freedomthe freedom I felt in June 2003since then I was free from this place.It seems that I jump from tree to treecatching my dreams in what i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910003685664099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111910003685664099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111910003685664099' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111902165954463329</id><published>2005-06-17T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T08:20:59.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my corrinne may 10 Aug must wake up by nine to do an online bookiNG!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111902165954463329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111902165954463329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902165954463329' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111889384136521726</id><published>2005-06-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:50:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out that big round moon on a perfect night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111889384136521726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111889384136521726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111889384136521726' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111889352288563688</id><published>2005-06-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:45:22.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its gonna be worth it. I'm gonna wait. Let it not be more than 10 years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111889352288563688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111889352288563688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111889352288563688' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111881913502508374</id><published>2005-06-14T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:05:50.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wed. 15 June. What exactly have I been doing? sleeping at 2 , having sleepless nights. The only bright side is tt it was fun talking to Suren and Wonus in the same conv box last night, and I found out that Joseph watches all the shows I watch and hes halping me tape eye for a guy tonighT!! and after exams I'll be able to watch the whole season of chase and the last episode of eye for a guY! yay!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111881913502508374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111881913502508374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111881913502508374' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111876859957159580</id><published>2005-06-14T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:03:19.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>art  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876859957159580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876859957159580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876859957159580' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111876815625788363</id><published>2005-06-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:55:56.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>us at suntec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876815625788363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876815625788363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876815625788363' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111876796883470399</id><published>2005-06-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:52:48.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at clarke quay after our wonderful buffet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876796883470399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111876796883470399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876796883470399' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111875695282203192</id><published>2005-06-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T06:49:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Save MeI drift, I burn, I flyWhen you sing lullabiesI'm helpless, I'm yearningI'm like the putty in your handsI laugh, I dream, I cryWhen you take me on a roller coaster rideYou see me through and throughYou see just who i amJust take my hand andSave me from this placeHeaven knows I'm fallingFor you, my sweet embraceHeaven KnowsHeaven knows I've been waiting for youI had a dream that i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111875695282203192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111875695282203192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875695282203192' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111867892189328558</id><published>2005-06-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T09:08:41.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi bloggie.. today i had a bad day.. i went for a merchant court buffet and ate less than half of what it was worse. I was sick. not much mood for good food. sigh. anyway, mik taught me math so i can do a lil and im a lil more confident of math.and bryan made me walk across to meet him but i found out tt mdis is quite a nice place besides the fact tt yyr allowed to smoke..and i've got a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111867892189328558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111867892189328558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111867892189328558' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111842174325650222</id><published>2005-06-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T09:42:23.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wonus came today and we slack and ate that my stomach hurts from eatng too much at dinner. I crave for chocolate fondue today.Its really unfortunate that the people whom we love are leittn us down and we dont know any reasons to justify their actions. We try to find ways but the only thing we can do is to hold on to patience and wait for the sign, because I believe that everything will have its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111842174325650222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111842174325650222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111842174325650222' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111836872960340594</id><published>2005-06-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T18:58:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi! I'm at 3.3 now and I'm waiting for Miss Lai to start her GP stuff and I'm really really tired .. and wonnie is coming later and we're supposed to study from 1 until 11pM!! i think i shall take a lil nap. caught my boyfriend is type B at cine yesterday with Bryan, and old friend and it was cool hanging out for a while and checking out remote controlled mini coopers at marks and spencer. Was so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111836872960340594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111836872960340594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111836872960340594' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-111694408354985791</id><published>2005-05-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T07:14:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>help everyone.. all my teachers are going away so by june, my class is totally neglected!and its over. all over from today onwards. whats the point of chasing an impossible dream when u know it wont work out in the end? so jut give it up and move on.!yeap i dont know whats been going on in yur life these few months, but things have certainly not been running smoothly because i've not been in sch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111694408354985791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/111694408354985791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694408354985791' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-107408941898445322</id><published>2004-01-14T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T06:12:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Draft one- Written by Grace ChewLove Laos, (our team name) was made up of Daniel as the leader, Vicky as the treasurer, myself as the first aider, and Jimmy, June, Anne, and Joshua. The main rationale of the trip was to show the people God’s love as it was a communist country and open evangelism was prohibited. We were sent as “friends of Aunty Choy Leng”, a church worker who had given her life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/107408941898445322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/107408941898445322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107408941898445322' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-107147489522235146</id><published>2003-12-14T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T23:56:04.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey.. just a small update here. it was been a rather long time since I've blogged, but i really have used the time to recover from what i call shock. shock from someone who has made a drastic impact on my life.. shattered all my hopes and dreams.. well, i am slowly getting over it.. i would say.. 70% done with it. I saw God's hand in it during the mission *fei bee bee* trip. It was rather obvious</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/107147489522235146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/107147489522235146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107147489522235146' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106498215924350437</id><published>2003-09-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:22:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a reminder of today... Mrs Low's transparency with bird and dog figures</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106498215924350437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106498215924350437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106498215924350437' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106498203556783463</id><published>2003-09-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:20:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jars of ClayRiver ConstantineINTROAcoustic guitar riff (alternates between D, D7, and D2)VERSE ONED     Em7(1) Em7addF#Carry me             Bm                            Asus AYour love is wider than my need could ever be        DCome to me       Gmaj7I will walk along your shoreline          BmFeel your crashing waves sing in time          Asus          AWith the pounding of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106498203556783463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106498203556783463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106498203556783463' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106369140416563734</id><published>2003-09-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:58:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2daes paper was relatively normal as usual.. think ill just pass... to think i memorised wat a pass, saddle and col are. i cant wait for this nonsense exams to end, exams are nonsensical.. u just vomit everything out.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106369140416563734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106369140416563734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369140416563734' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106338311784847896</id><published>2003-09-12T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T09:11:57.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-an email from bryan-Love  is like a butterfly . The more you chase it , the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts , but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time  and choose the best. 2.To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE Love isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106338311784847896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106338311784847896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338311784847896' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106320767580052769</id><published>2003-09-10T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T08:27:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the only thing i am really caught up and interested in is reading abt my roots! done with genesis and exodus, and its like a story book i can never ever put down.. i guess its just me and my reading habits of finishing a bk when i start it. The only thing which is keeping me going now is Laos, and again, the next chap i'll be anticipating next year.. Euges on crutches and it really hurts alot..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106320767580052769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106320767580052769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320767580052769' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-106178331188623828</id><published>2003-08-24T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T20:48:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feels weird writing in my stagnant blog for two mths... been really busy with school stuff.. fully immersed in routines and dreams.. what comes to me in the day.. I'm having mixed feelings bout the next stage of my life.. I dont know where i will go.. what I will do.. who will be with me.. It seems so cruel and heartless to reject anyone who comes along because of my promise with God.. This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106178331188623828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/106178331188623828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178331188623828' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-95426907</id><published>2003-06-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T22:50:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>figured out that ppl like to write 'deep' stuff which turns out to be not so deep in the end. simplicity is much more sincere.. i've got nothing to hide now... topic of the day: empty promises vs false lies. which would you say is worse? met sammy at tanglin mall! she thinks i look severely fragile.. sounds quite ironic if u take it literally... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/95426907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/95426907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95426907' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-95319565</id><published>2003-06-04T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T23:44:14.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mel C (Melanie Chisholm) - Northern StarThey tried to catch a falling starThinking that she had gone to farShe did but kept it hidden wellUntil she cracked and then she fellIf all the history is trueShe's gonna end up just like youYou made it to the other sideBut tell me who will be my guide?Bridge:They build you up so they can tear you downTrust the ocean you'll never drownWho is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/95319565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/95319565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95319565' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-94930134</id><published>2003-05-27T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T00:17:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a really good day... Vic and I spent two whole lessons on the guitar keychain, then we went to the lab and Mr Tang was soooo nice to give us 75% and 95% alcohol to cleal the silver marks off the lil guitar... anyway, we made friendship bands for the last two lessons and the rest of the time was spent talking abt food offers ! guess wat! Ben and jerrys ice cream! 795 each! at esso! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94930134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94930134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94930134' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-94890443</id><published>2003-05-26T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T02:26:24.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really caught up with school life and events that I dont havetime to spend time with my other friends... been spending more time with my classmates like kelz and vic, and perhaps more during the prefex party! its really nice to hear frm old friends and that they still rememebr u.. and ice cream at gelare! going with mich tmr!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94890443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94890443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94890443' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-94106759</id><published>2003-05-10T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T07:35:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been a wk since i blogged...and the weeks been good...had a chat with my neighbour junyi and we listened to each others life.. it was quite solemn yet funny... somehow drifting apart from my schoolmates since we hardly have time for each other. sec 4s are going into an O level frenzy. dont really see the whole seriousness of it. too many things happened this week that I cant type all of them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94106759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/94106759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94106759' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-93522266</id><published>2003-04-30T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T03:02:04.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello! i guess writing letters to God helps! I can tell him practically everythinG! oh well... went out with lea today.... so coincidental! dont know andrena's bro was bryan soh! ahha lynette's bf. quite cool... another connection.. schs pretty good so far.. Gotta look for class ribbons and memorise cheers vic came up with! my class rocks! on sports day, I'll have everyone cheering for me! ahah (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93522266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93522266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93522266' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-93332143</id><published>2003-04-26T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T23:24:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> if (!chatterbox || chatterbox != 'ok') { document.write('This flooble chatterbox is');document.write(' temporarily unavailable. It will be back up shortly.'); } &lt;!-- Flooble chatterbox for flincher end --&gt;Talk in my flooble chatterbox!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93332143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93332143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93332143' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-93330630</id><published>2003-04-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T22:44:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a horrible time.. 3/4s the people I know seem to be covered, showing a different side of them, but somehow I managed to see through it. The only solution: keep quiet. Leave youself away. let the real ones show themselves to you. CuT mE somE sLacK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93330630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93330630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93330630' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-93295877</id><published>2003-04-26T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T07:21:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looks like the comments keep having errors... a frustrating day with no food at home. i guess.a hungry man is an angry man.the word 'strawberry cheesecake' stimulates salivary glands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93295877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/93295877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93295877' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92972273</id><published>2003-04-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T01:00:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>comments test LinktoComments('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;') "&gt;Comment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92972273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92972273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92972273' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92927976</id><published>2003-04-20T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T08:57:00.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got to know ppl better when I saw the caring side of them.. spent last nite peeling potatoes for the cell and Xiu Ling and I had a chat till the wee hours. We were talking about priorities and how great God's love is.. i mean if u wake up everyday and ask him if he still loves u, the answer will still be yes! dont think its a self delusional thing... its true... service was something different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92927976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92927976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92927976' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92704573</id><published>2003-04-16T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T01:38:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we made jokes out of everything in sch today... Jin Ting forgot the chen yu with the fox and tiger in it, then a handphone rang sooo loudly in class.. and the teacher dint even realize a thing! she just went on scolding another girl... then came alisons imitation of the cat paw thingy when break approached.. wonder how we managed to get there from jias body exercise thing.. me and ven then spent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92704573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92704573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92704573' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92474940</id><published>2003-04-12T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T00:41:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good stuff hereVibrant hues of blue and green, gold and red. Organ pipes stretch into a domed ceiling. Amber candle flames streak through etched stained glass to penetrate the darkness, the space. Below, surrounded by a piano and guitars, sit the members of Caedmon’s Call, singing songs of worship just another part of their day. They are in the company of their community, of each other, but more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92474940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92474940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92474940' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92362028</id><published>2003-04-10T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T07:42:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came up with a quiz today! try it!Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92362028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92362028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92362028' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-92361603</id><published>2003-04-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T07:34:43.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just hit by a sudden inspiration to dance.. It seems so free, so open, especially when you are alone in a mirrored room, blasting music from centrestage, you'll simply hit the dance floor. Was sitting by the pool side cafeteria, imagining myself in a cool country sipping a hot cup of coffee and observing people as they walk by the sidewalks.. thats where I got my inspiration from the line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92361603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/92361603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92361603' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91602110</id><published>2003-03-29T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T06:13:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-club beats- I go crazy. It has happened soooooo many times, just that I found lovely club beats on 98.7 and it really rocks. In order to get myself heard, I need to be exactly like the girl in the ring. I know how she actually feels now. maybe I should make a video abt myself and pass it arnd, and psycho ppl into watching it, and burning more copies just to get myself heard. I need help.. Thats</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91602110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91602110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91602110' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91344710</id><published>2003-03-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T06:03:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shattered glass overflowed my lap. Vic drew on a broken test tube, and I asked her for it. It was really depressing looking at it. then listening to jars made it worse.. theres this song which goes, "where are u" oh well.. took a walk and met Sarah! what a coincidence! was just strolling up the pvalley slope when I saw this girl waving at me! I stopped at the sidewalks by Astor Green admiring, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91344710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91344710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91344710' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91220094</id><published>2003-03-23T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T03:59:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yay! schs gonna start! i really cant wait to get over another day of sch.. like i always rush out everyday, I also am enthu abt going back. This weekend was refreshing... i prayed continuously since Debbie adviced me to! Prayed about many things, just when I was bored, even when i was eating ! Johnson's thanksgiving was quite nice.. it also highlighted the importance of prayer! God's grace is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91220094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91220094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91220094' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91174439</id><published>2003-03-22T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T02:48:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thought of the day: don't ponder too much in things you're not supposed to know.. they only mean more harm. got a headache since i've not stopped thinking since the moment I got up. kept pondering on useless matters. a pretty comprehensive day I must say. JC lifes scary.. u have ppl crushing here and there. These feelings are ragingly intense. What I read seems to be a reality, I cant help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91174439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91174439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91174439' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91127407</id><published>2003-03-21T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T07:28:40.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everyone writes the same way in blogs. cant stand psychotic patients who never fail to ridicule themselves in their journals. They'll see it when they reflect upon the things they write. Had a nice and friendly chat with the people I haven't really talked to for quite sometime. wats tt plmgs thing we dint get invited to! HY's friend keeps asking me to go around doing weird stuff. he never fails </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91127407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91127407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91127407' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91110344</id><published>2003-03-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T07:31:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> tennis I played okay. Jennifer and I won 3-0 to experienced oponents. This was my second time at a game, and somwhow, we never fail to win. Something important I learnt today was that games and sports was not about excelling yourself, but doing it with others. For instance, whats the point of being good at netball when you can only play it with a group of friends. Its not all about yourself. You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91110344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91110344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91110344' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-91054191</id><published>2003-03-20T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T04:19:45.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been really busy with pasting and cuttings. hws piling literally and the useless hols are going to end. why are we meditating on unworthy things and meaningless thoughts? we should ponder on worthier things like Gods word.. war has began. I'm just waiting for a miracle to happen. sometimes things work out in the end thats just the optimistic side of me. listened to worlds apart today. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91054191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/91054191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91054191' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-90397558</id><published>2003-03-09T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T03:57:20.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todays sermon spoke to me .. why must we keep two journals?? a blog and a real one!? wat r we hiding from the world? Today is just a day u cant write abt... those kinda days where things happen and you just do not feel like writing about it. Something not to be articulated and spoken about and you just want to distant it away from others. Not that its something shameful or too good, but you feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90397558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90397558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90397558' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-90348863</id><published>2003-03-08T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T01:10:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-the green tube of mentos-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90348863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90348863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90348863' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-90348843</id><published>2003-03-08T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T01:09:29.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-the green atzec rose suit-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90348843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90348843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90348843' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-90226826</id><published>2003-03-06T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T00:01:57.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holding onback from an adventure, my second attempt in climbing up a wall. This time, it was at Raffles institution. I took a 156 down, only to find out I had no idea where the place was. Thankfully, I saw this guy in a white uniform and a black and green badge which looked real familiar, so I tailed him to the school and found my way around. Rock walling was fun, and I tried my guts at it. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90226826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/90226826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90226826' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-89830631</id><published>2003-02-27T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T02:57:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soaring on eagles wings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89830631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89830631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89830631' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-89830634</id><published>2003-02-27T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T02:56:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! it finally works. For a few days, errors occured here, and im back on! Today was kinda nice. not refering to sch but the stuff I did after that was wondeful.. Felt blessed and loved, and had a good time. Some things just shouldn't be said, only meant to be proper to myself, genuinely. Had wessie's help last nite with troubles and he comforted me although he said he dint do much. Its a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89830634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89830634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89830634' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-89545247</id><published>2003-02-22T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T02:16:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the link dint work.my mum is chubby shes so yummy she rubs her tummy and laughs like a bunny bunnys laugh? well.. it seems a pretty pleasant day since i went out and managed to pull myself outta bed before 10. Decided to leave before 1030 so i could catch the same bus as euge to work, a pity i dint manage to. anyway, i was out with my mum today at take seaching through for a typically cute</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89545247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89545247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89545247' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5084357.post-89487578</id><published>2003-02-21T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T01:38:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beef noodles. lemon hint cheesecake. gelato ice cream. what could be betta?  had a date with vene, adri and debbie in the city. Purvis st. Dome. Esplanade. This day was set aside to get to know ppl better. Even if it included spending money. Whats money compared to a friendship? Met euge at the beef noodle shop. i mean it wasnt much of a coincidence since i told him to come meet me. A hot friend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89487578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5084357/posts/default/89487578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flincher.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89487578' title=''/><author><name>grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02282537557261636790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
