<?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-12584016</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:54:38.102+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints That Never Fade</title><subtitle type='html'>To see, to hear, to touch, to taste, to feel, to laugh, to love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</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>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4116337004787874626</id><published>2009-01-27T20:51:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:56:40.612+13:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SX6-EXrKSKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdJGTELvvR0/s1600-h/Fading_Footprints___HDR_by_futureplug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SX6-EXrKSKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdJGTELvvR0/s320/Fading_Footprints___HDR_by_futureplug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295879194118080674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some footprints just have to fade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4116337004787874626?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4116337004787874626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4116337004787874626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4116337004787874626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4116337004787874626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SX6-EXrKSKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/SdJGTELvvR0/s72-c/Fading_Footprints___HDR_by_futureplug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5576491618973846599</id><published>2009-01-24T23:13:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:20:59.919+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chute, if you want all the bridesmaids to have long hair, i'll leave mine long. If not, i'll go get the Chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that sometimes when i feel sad, i laugh a lot. And then maybe, just maybe, i wont feel sad anymore. You're not here to talk to. I miss you very much. A lesson to learn that when you make a decision, you've gotta stick to it. If not, it would have been better to have never even try in the first place. Like a house on sand. This is the last tear i'll shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SXrqrs4rQYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYMmj8dN54M/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SXrqrs4rQYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYMmj8dN54M/s320/tear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294802348431589762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5576491618973846599?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5576491618973846599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5576491618973846599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5576491618973846599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5576491618973846599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2009/01/chute-if-you-want-all-bridesmaids-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SXrqrs4rQYI/AAAAAAAAAQM/JYMmj8dN54M/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3364152774508138972</id><published>2008-12-06T16:10:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:30:38.662+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Me wee little bro is all grown up now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnxOJ5EaOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3K1aOg7NpVE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnxOJ5EaOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3K1aOg7NpVE/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276513663916992738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm so proud of you, Paulie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnvIYKurvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RmI7DG8ePkk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnvIYKurvI/AAAAAAAAAP0/RmI7DG8ePkk/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276511365646692082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been another good day today. I thank God for all that He has always been there and will continue to be. Paul's now a kicking, thriving, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; physiotherapist and i'm still absorbing it all in. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's all grown up now!!&lt;/span&gt; I'm excited. Can i continue to have all the massages after work? Prease prease? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cos i just couldnt help it, Daniel, here's a bit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejavu &lt;/span&gt;for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnuceDvn2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xjkKbQEIIQQ/s1600-h/grad+53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnuceDvn2I/AAAAAAAAAPk/xjkKbQEIIQQ/s320/grad+53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510611313762146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2005 - the kid inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnuqYEUrnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jpGxLdqkObg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnuqYEUrnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jpGxLdqkObg/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510850223746674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2008 - the slightly manlier version :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3364152774508138972?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3364152774508138972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3364152774508138972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3364152774508138972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3364152774508138972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-wee-little-bro-is-all-grown-up-now.html' title='Me wee little bro is all grown up now'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STnxOJ5EaOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3K1aOg7NpVE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8105590794512810918</id><published>2008-11-30T10:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:12:52.700+13:00</updated><title type='text'>to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STMA8LZSriI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OIsKhWJhnGY/s1600-h/DSC01248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STMA8LZSriI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OIsKhWJhnGY/s320/DSC01248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274560622432005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 24th Ruth :D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To a friend that's true. Thank you for being such a blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8105590794512810918?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8105590794512810918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8105590794512810918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8105590794512810918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8105590794512810918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-you.html' title='to you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/STMA8LZSriI/AAAAAAAAAPc/OIsKhWJhnGY/s72-c/DSC01248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5356957179561183858</id><published>2008-11-29T23:57:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:09:05.777+13:00</updated><title type='text'>let's call it a holiday</title><content type='html'>i'm stopping to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun tonight. i hope you did too. you've rekindled my fire to travel again. now all i need is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka-ching &lt;/span&gt;but more importantly someone to travel with. oh the sights, the smells, so much of the world to see and so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. i miss hanging out with you, just going on random walks. praying. i'm tired of always seeing the back of you. but i believe one day it'll be back to those days again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you. i will be missing you. i think i do already even though you're still in the country. nothing can substitute the years we've had together. the good and the bad we've been through. thank you for accepting my flaws and still loving me as you do. i cherish this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for you, the first of us 3. i cannot express how elated i am to hear of your big day. :) and priviledged to be called to be a part of it. I cant wait for that day. i promise i'll try not to cry and ruin the mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me, my pillow beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lights out*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5356957179561183858?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5356957179561183858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5356957179561183858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5356957179561183858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5356957179561183858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-call-it-holiday.html' title='let&apos;s call it a holiday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-300674670858820807</id><published>2008-10-07T22:26:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:44:54.335+13:00</updated><title type='text'>tricicle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Otago Festival of the Arts presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricicle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spanish trio out to amuse, enthuse and bemuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and amuse they did!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to laugh your wee hearts out at full grown men&lt;br /&gt;running after a ginormous beach ball&lt;br /&gt;clad in nothing but a big pair of diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tricicle&lt;/span&gt;'s the place to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-300674670858820807?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/300674670858820807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=300674670858820807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/300674670858820807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/300674670858820807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/10/tricicle.html' title='tricicle'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3090708035825234974</id><published>2008-10-06T22:17:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:25:37.472+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overcoming family problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Receive&lt;/span&gt; your blessing - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 4:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Redefine&lt;/span&gt; your family - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mark 3:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reconsider&lt;/span&gt; your expectations - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luke 21:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reserve&lt;/span&gt; your judgement - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Galatians 1:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SOnZESf0vPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uHxAlsf2K7w/s1600-h/DSCN6218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SOnZESf0vPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uHxAlsf2K7w/s320/DSCN6218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253969108012416242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cant do this alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3090708035825234974?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3090708035825234974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3090708035825234974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3090708035825234974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3090708035825234974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-to-remember.html' title='i need to remember'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SOnZESf0vPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/uHxAlsf2K7w/s72-c/DSCN6218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5353626531605396218</id><published>2008-10-06T21:17:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:47:37.004+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cate to McGowan's</title><content type='html'>After work to McGowan's with Cate. It was an awesome run despite having to psych myself up from 4pm cos i was starting to feel bleh and a bit of carbo loading at 5.30pm. It was quickly getting dark as we started at nearly 7pm. It was warm and there was a cool breeze that floated through the trees. The smell of fresh grass wafted as we huffed and puffed our way up to base of McGowan's. "Another day," i said. "We'll do this another day." Cate said that it would have been another 15mins running around to the top of McGowan's and back. It would have been really good to be able to do the whole thing but as the sun was setting, we decided that we'd better head back lest we get caught out in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) That was a good 50min run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5353626531605396218?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5353626531605396218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5353626531605396218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5353626531605396218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5353626531605396218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/10/cate-to-mcgowans.html' title='Cate to McGowan&apos;s'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-410557577506853941</id><published>2008-08-09T22:24:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:44:27.806+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice, it's your birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 24th Birthday Eunice! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SJ10TaQBErI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CrhqWjxT3D0/s1600-h/Ruth%27s+21st+%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SJ10TaQBErI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CrhqWjxT3D0/s320/Ruth%27s+21st+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232466218887221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we've celebrated birthdays together for 11 years... i pray many more to come :) your friendship means a lot to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in church, listening to Pastor Mike as he talked about the importance of giving. To sow and to reap. He gave the analogy of making pikelets for the 5 little people in his household. Which will want to give more to? The one with already 5 pikelets on his plate for himself or the one who takes the 5 pikelets to dish to the other 4 children? I want to be like the wee 'disher' for the things that God has blessed me with.. To hear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My faithful daughter..."&lt;/span&gt; I know I can only be trusted with more when i show i can be loyal with the little i have. Obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm struggling, wishing you were here. i dont expect you to understand the decisions i make... i dont understand myself at times. but i think it's about time i spare you and i the hurt. Lord, will you wipe my slate clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength is made perfect in weakness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-410557577506853941?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/410557577506853941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=410557577506853941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/410557577506853941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/410557577506853941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/08/eunice-its-your-birthday.html' title='Eunice, it&apos;s your birthday'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SJ10TaQBErI/AAAAAAAAAKk/CrhqWjxT3D0/s72-c/Ruth%27s+21st+%2814%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-454932689310661753</id><published>2008-08-04T23:15:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:21:59.380+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a while. i've been through a bit and so have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great birthday this year, thanks to everyone who made the surprise, my lifegroup, those who texted and left messages on Facebook, those who called from Australia. Thanks to my family.. i love you guys heaps! Thank you God for bringing me through another year.. I pray the next will glorify you more than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-454932689310661753?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/454932689310661753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=454932689310661753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/454932689310661753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/454932689310661753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8971390462120214173</id><published>2008-06-11T21:51:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:45.981+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i can see clearly now, the rain is gone.</title><content type='html'>It pays to be specific. I finally received the glasses Dad got made for me! :D It was DEFINITELY worth the wait. It was exactly like how i wanted them to be and they fitted puurfectly too! I'm so super duperly happy. heheee.. thanks Pa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing glasses constantly after at least a good 3 months of not regularly wearing them regularly (and at the right prescription) made my head spin! :S Well, it's my own fault. I was very dizzy when i first wore them yesterday, and today, at around 1pm, i could feel my head pounding from the eye strain. I dont know if it is 'cause my eyes have just gotten used to seeing everything a bit outlinely-fuzzy or the degrees have dropped and it doesnt need to be as high anymore.. hmm. Anyways, because they actually do prop on the little of bridge that i have, i can peer underneath when checking scripts so that i dont need to have to look through the lens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SE-6f2vng5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fE_fkFr3vBY/s1600-h/DSCN6117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SE-6f2vng5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fE_fkFr3vBY/s200/DSCN6117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210588350324900754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hee.. i couldnt help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. the world is so much clearer now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8971390462120214173?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8971390462120214173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8971390462120214173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8971390462120214173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8971390462120214173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-see-clearly-now-rain-is-gone.html' title='i can see clearly now, the rain is gone.'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SE-6f2vng5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/fE_fkFr3vBY/s72-c/DSCN6117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4455596361592190449</id><published>2008-06-09T22:56:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:02:12.738+12:00</updated><title type='text'>i just feel like it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i see but i dont get. i know you deserve better so i should go. it's like feeling as though you belong, sometimes, and sometimes not. and relying on memories isnt very reliable at all. move on, move on. i'm sorry. my thoughts are all random. if only, i tell myself, if only. but i cant change it. i think it's time for me to bring my camels back in. i just feel like it. goodbye. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4455596361592190449?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4455596361592190449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4455596361592190449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4455596361592190449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4455596361592190449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-feel-like-it.html' title='i just feel like it..'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4654420474040606003</id><published>2008-06-02T00:36:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:46.305+13:00</updated><title type='text'>paperwork.... man!</title><content type='html'>Today we ran ~10.5k. I almost passed out running up York Place. If i did, it would have been extremely unpleasant for Jian to drag me back down the hill. After that uphill though, the flat was like *snap fingers*! It was a good run, totalling almost one and a half hours straight. The ultimate will be Signal Hill.. but i guess for now, let's aim Warrender Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANT &lt;/span&gt;believe how super duperly long the scripts are taking! It's discouraging to see after an hour of transferring Rx numbers, dates and annotations to see my little pile of 'to be filed' still remain so little :( I am in need of motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SEKakthSNNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wj5VQmXaImA/s1600-h/swamped_by_Wolfrun.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SEKakthSNNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wj5VQmXaImA/s320/swamped_by_Wolfrun.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206894074678883538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; how i feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so totally in love with David Cook's version of Always Be My Baby. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were as one babe&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm letting you fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know in my heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never die, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be a part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. I've got a heavy head. Thank You God it's a holiday tomorrow.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4654420474040606003?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4654420474040606003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4654420474040606003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4654420474040606003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4654420474040606003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/06/paperwork-man.html' title='paperwork.... man!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SEKakthSNNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wj5VQmXaImA/s72-c/swamped_by_Wolfrun.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6254828093124772585</id><published>2008-06-02T00:31:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:35:44.199+12:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i am once again reminded when i remember Rebecca Tai. God speed. Will see you again in heaven, girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6254828093124772585?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6254828093124772585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6254828093124772585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6254828093124772585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6254828093124772585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/06/fragile.html' title='fragile'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8237897372875548143</id><published>2008-05-29T22:43:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:46.544+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6MvdhSNMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g47d14XW0ZU/s1600-h/Village_of_the_Bridge_by_angrymikko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6MvdhSNMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g47d14XW0ZU/s400/Village_of_the_Bridge_by_angrymikko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205752966292845762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus i need You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me overcome this loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on my own and the bridge is narrow&lt;br /&gt;it is a long way down&lt;br /&gt;will you hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8237897372875548143?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8237897372875548143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8237897372875548143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8237897372875548143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8237897372875548143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-i-need-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6MvdhSNMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/g47d14XW0ZU/s72-c/Village_of_the_Bridge_by_angrymikko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-741107739802949785</id><published>2008-05-29T22:03:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:46.792+13:00</updated><title type='text'>run.. just run</title><content type='html'>it's the sense of achievement and i'm sure the endorphines have a part to play as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the commitment of my running buddy Jian Wei Tay! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll put up snapshots of the route once i find out how to take pictures webpage :P &lt;/span&gt;I was super duperly happy when we ran to the end of th 50km zone of Ravensbourne and back.. without stopping too. Hee.. It's always been a dream to get back running long distances again and it's coming true. Yes, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomest running website ever!! check it out: www.mapmyrun.co.nz and you can zoom into the routes you're running and calculate the distance! Hehee.. so cools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our first 11km last Sunday. woo hoo! I must admit that the lasagne didnt go too well with me, Kev, and i think it was jumping around in my tummy as i forced my legs to take one step in front of the other :S Plus it was raining some more.. it wasnt the funnest and i must admit that it was the hardest run i've ever ran. But DEFINITELY worth it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6E6NhSNLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZB3Q1YjupCg/s1600-h/08-low+res+MORO+Fullmap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6E6NhSNLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZB3Q1YjupCg/s400/08-low+res+MORO+Fullmap.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205744354883417266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Moro Marathon 2008, here we come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-741107739802949785?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/741107739802949785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=741107739802949785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/741107739802949785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/741107739802949785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/run-just-run.html' title='run.. just run'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SD6E6NhSNLI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZB3Q1YjupCg/s72-c/08-low+res+MORO+Fullmap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-779256834366681761</id><published>2008-05-13T19:50:00.011+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:48.309+13:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClP7zX0aaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/deB7YO39YFg/s1600-h/Rose_Red_by_1LeapOfFaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClP7zX0aaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/deB7YO39YFg/s320/Rose_Red_by_1LeapOfFaith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199775133596936610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into weddings at the moment.. thanks to Jess and Josh :P Jess is getting married in.. FIVE AND A HALF WEEKS (!!) and Josh just luuuuurves weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided which songs i'm going to have on my wedding day. One for the first dance and the second for the bridal party. Can i use your song Kev?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw one of the most&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beautiful &lt;/span&gt;wedding dresses in BRIDE NZ mag! It was straight cut with a medium flare and all along the top to slighly below the waist was an intricate bead-sparkled lace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help but go one a search online.. thanks to http://browse.deviantart.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClQKzX0acI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wYYEfHgyHq8/s1600-h/wedding+flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClQKzX0acI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wYYEfHgyHq8/s320/wedding+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199775391294974402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClQBjX0abI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rMLObNPDYCs/s1600-h/Wedding_belle_by_Sunshunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClQBjX0abI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/rMLObNPDYCs/s320/Wedding_belle_by_Sunshunner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199775232381184434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPzTX0aZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RyLBJODkQfM/s1600-h/One_Will_Be_Worn_by_malore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPzTX0aZI/AAAAAAAAAJk/RyLBJODkQfM/s320/One_Will_Be_Worn_by_malore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199774987568048530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPdjX0aWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qSJqn2bVafc/s1600-h/Ledford_Wedding_12__by_whenangelsfck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPdjX0aWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/qSJqn2bVafc/s320/Ledford_Wedding_12__by_whenangelsfck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199774613905893730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPrTX0aYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/t5C9AQPuDWY/s1600-h/Let_there_be_cake_by_MicheleBecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPrTX0aYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/t5C9AQPuDWY/s320/Let_there_be_cake_by_MicheleBecker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199774850129095042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, when i was still in my teens, i was so sure that by the time i graduated, i would have my other by then. so sure that we'd work and travel the world and no matter where i go, i know God's given this other person who'd soon by another half of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows. It's different and i'm still struggling to know the me inside. i just gotta trust and God will do the rest. So for now, toodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPjjX0aXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bQWYgZ9tqVg/s1600-h/frozen+in+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClPjjX0aXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bQWYgZ9tqVg/s320/frozen+in+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199774716985108850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some things are just meant to be frozen in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-779256834366681761?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/779256834366681761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=779256834366681761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/779256834366681761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/779256834366681761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebration.html' title='celebration'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/SClP7zX0aaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/deB7YO39YFg/s72-c/Rose_Red_by_1LeapOfFaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-391468270151695687</id><published>2008-05-08T22:28:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T22:32:15.654+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me a reason</title><content type='html'>a reason to smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason to love and not look back at the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason for new hope, new life, new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reason to stand when the going gets tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made my day today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a reason to get out of bed and tidy my very messy room... umm.. i think i'll do that tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-391468270151695687?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/391468270151695687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=391468270151695687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/391468270151695687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/391468270151695687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-me-reason.html' title='Give me a reason'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5725122773489812246</id><published>2008-05-07T23:44:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:53:30.492+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UP &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prayer meeting today was different. how.. it just was. it has always been awesome. but this time, for me personally, i just felt God minister to my inner being. He brought me out onto a spacious place :) I feel rejuvenated!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! My God is so good, so strong and so mighty. There's nothing my God cannot do. It's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5725122773489812246?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5725122773489812246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5725122773489812246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5725122773489812246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5725122773489812246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/up-close-and-personal-prayer-meeting.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4775586108682521826</id><published>2008-05-07T18:49:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:52:19.613+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a walking-smiling-typing-dispensing zombie. I sleep but wake up feeling as though i havent had a wink. What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4775586108682521826?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4775586108682521826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4775586108682521826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4775586108682521826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4775586108682521826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-feel-like-walking-smiling-typing.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-33470755126879096</id><published>2008-03-15T08:28:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:48.634+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9rSYCt7dAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OSqrF__5DM0/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9rSYCt7dAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OSqrF__5DM0/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177682032104010754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-33470755126879096?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/33470755126879096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=33470755126879096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/33470755126879096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/33470755126879096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9rSYCt7dAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OSqrF__5DM0/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4696799922129340959</id><published>2008-03-11T00:25:00.006+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:49.583+13:00</updated><title type='text'>a new addition to the family :)</title><content type='html'>the cookies rolled in two by two, hoorah.. horrah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9UcYCt7c7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Lr1kZqVgpIk/s1600-h/cookies1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9UcYCt7c7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Lr1kZqVgpIk/s400/cookies1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176074546104202162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I havent filled them with jam yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do a lot of baking in 1st, 2nd and 3rd year. It was a way of relieving stress too. Whenever i felt sad, making something small and pretty always made me feel better.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Ucpit7c8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/JJFLIdW_WxI/s1600-h/COOKIES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Ucpit7c8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/JJFLIdW_WxI/s400/COOKIES.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176074846751912898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;peanut butter cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Ue6St7c_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/OOJmvc9_2BI/s1600-h/fluffy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Ue6St7c_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/OOJmvc9_2BI/s400/fluffy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176077333537977330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone, meet Fluffy. Fluffy, meet everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Uc5it7c9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hqpuSjRRaQk/s1600-h/teddy+bear+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9Uc5it7c9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hqpuSjRRaQk/s400/teddy+bear+family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176075121629819858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4696799922129340959?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4696799922129340959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4696799922129340959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4696799922129340959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4696799922129340959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-addition-to-family.html' title='a new addition to the family :)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9UcYCt7c7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Lr1kZqVgpIk/s72-c/cookies1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-352224549980838920</id><published>2008-03-09T23:25:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:49.796+13:00</updated><title type='text'>in an attempt to rid of eye bads</title><content type='html'>i should get myself one of these..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O-Lyt7c6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/K75lRgQSCRw/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O-Lyt7c6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/K75lRgQSCRw/s400/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175689506581083042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had the phobia that if i were to use tea bags, which almost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; suggests, i'll end up with the tannins staining my skin and giving me two square brown patches over my eyes! Hehe that would be a disturbing yet extremely funny sight! I dont think the customers will be able to take me seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-352224549980838920?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/352224549980838920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=352224549980838920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/352224549980838920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/352224549980838920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-attempt-to-rid-of-eye-bads.html' title='in an attempt to rid of eye bads'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O-Lyt7c6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/K75lRgQSCRw/s72-c/eye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6696780358670628460</id><published>2008-03-09T22:23:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:50.131+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise i'll try to update my blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good Sunday. I lazed in bed till late and then got up, had my first cooked breakfast in a long long while. And then Eunice, Josh and i went grocery shopping. Asian Groceries South Dunedin was closed :( But Pak N Save wasnt! :D And the whole time there i was an innocent bystander to Eunice's and Josh's conversation *ahem* or should i say, Josh's complaint, about patients' ward notes. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice, you buy a lot of random stuff. But i guess that's what makes you YOU! :D I never thought i'd generate the "sister-in-law"-ish vibe. Hee.. Wish you were here Chute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after shopping for a loooong time, or what it kind of felt like, and minutes of trying to decide what kind of bread i'm going to buy because my loaf ALWAYS becomes mouldy before i even go through one third of it (I decided on 8 round buns.. :) which i have asked Chia and Crabs to help me finish HAHA), we FINALLY decided on lunch (it was 2ish by then) at Sampan. I though that it was an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; amount of chicken bone today. Ah.. dont you just love days like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was knackered by the time i got back. Dunno why.. and plus i wasnt even properly SHOPPING! So i took a half hour nap. I woke up at 15 minute intervals, remember my sister popping in, but the whole time, Josh was staring at this picture. I was beginning to think that there was something really strange about Josh. Trouble was that i didnt have my glasses on and it took my sister to tell me that he was playing that game again. It's this maze aiming shooting game that, i find, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; slow. I would need a gazillion tonnes of patience to play that game. :) So good on ya, Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then around 5.30pm, i went swimming (after more than a month!) It was guuuuuud :) And then prepared tomorrow's lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things i want to do. I want to go to Queenstown in June. I've never been there.. and i've been here 7 years!!!!!!! :S Yeah, let's make that a road trip :) I want to go up to Welly and spend a bit of time with Paul. It's always nice to have family to stay with. Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Nads and Kevin and Ben :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd love to have my own home now. A nice neat clean home. Nice crockery and cutlery. Beige and brown settee. Someone to come home to. A bit of my own space. I can smell the aroma of a nice home-cooked meal because you get back from work earlier than i do :) Maybe we can go for a walk after that and just bask in the chilly evening that God has blessed us with. And we'd work things out. Just God and you and me. And for things to start off on the right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O3kCt7c4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hQBXYRaVrPw/s1600-h/73470920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O3kCt7c4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hQBXYRaVrPw/s400/73470920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175682226611516290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seek first the kingdom of God..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6696780358670628460?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6696780358670628460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6696780358670628460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6696780358670628460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6696780358670628460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/R9O3kCt7c4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/hQBXYRaVrPw/s72-c/73470920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4935467295602638067</id><published>2008-03-07T00:20:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T00:24:56.794+13:00</updated><title type='text'>cold turkey</title><content type='html'>Today there was a phone call from the doctor to ask the pharmacist to dispense another lot of diazepam 5mg. They said that the patient is going to be travelling. So, standard protocol, dispensed.. Only to find out later that it was a fraud phone call. It wasnt the doctor at all.. it was the patient herself!! So one month of diaz, floating around somewhere.. out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I think i'm going cold turkey. I cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i get myself into this? But now there's the price to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4935467295602638067?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4935467295602638067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4935467295602638067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4935467295602638067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4935467295602638067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2008/03/cold-turkey.html' title='cold turkey'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5920728073716840205</id><published>2007-12-26T22:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:46:22.881+13:00</updated><title type='text'>done :)</title><content type='html'>I received my registration letter 12th Dec 2007 - I'm now a registered pharmacist! 4 years of study and 1 tough internship year to get this piece of paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* and for the thank you speech:&lt;br /&gt;To Mum and Dad for the endless hours on the phone and texts&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of my family for being there&lt;br /&gt;To my flat family especially Kevin and Nads, thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;To my awesome lifegroup(s), Leben, Jian's, Rain's, for always being so supportive..&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Ruth, Eunice, Jess.. your prayers and presence&lt;br /&gt;To my mentor Alice for the lunchtime cry sessions at the hospital chapel&lt;br /&gt;To Josh for being your patience and words of encouragement&lt;br /&gt;To Indra, Uncle and Auntie Koh for teaching me how to fight this spiritual battle&lt;br /&gt;To the Intern Programme managers, Trish and Debbie for all your support&lt;br /&gt;To Heei, Anita, James for your kind advice, support and for being there&lt;br /&gt;To my wonderful colleagues for making work fun whenever you could (Go Krystal!)&lt;br /&gt;To so very many of you that have prayed for me, been there for me, Dennis, Martin, Josh K, Auntie and Uncle Then.. and so many more of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me for the times that i wasnt there, if i have said or done anything wrong, i'm sorry. I will try to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, thank You, Jesus, my Lord and Savior. For without Your peace, Your Word, Your armour, i would not have made it through the year. Thank You for everything :D *loves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5920728073716840205?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5920728073716840205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5920728073716840205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5920728073716840205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5920728073716840205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/12/done.html' title='done :)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3968477969510442955</id><published>2007-12-09T17:03:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:54:01.494+13:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>I always tell myself that i'm no good at writing blog entries... that i dont have the vocab nor the ideas to interest people that read. But after thinking for a bit, i am brought back to the reason why i started blogging. Not to impress or necessarily entertain anyone, but more as a journal of life. So that friends that i dont email can catch a glimpse of what happens here in my life. Hopefully some of the things blogged will encourage friends and family, some of the pictures will serve as imprints of memories embedded in my mind, just a way to express how i feel and think.. footprints that never wash away as the tide comes in.. in my memory.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i read a friend's blog and think to myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was there.." &lt;/span&gt;knowing what they went through, the roller coaster of emotions. And yet there are often times when i read another blog and think to myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gosh.. i didnt realise that they were going through that.." &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wish i could help.. i wonder if they would share that with me, would trust me enough to let me know.." &lt;/span&gt;Then again, it's not just purely about trusting, is it? I find it hard to tell everyone that i trust everything. A few friends that i would feel ok sitting down on the floor and just bawling my eyes out, knowing that i can be so vulnerable. How do we choose who to tell things to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad knowing you're leaving. Knowing i'll be leaving too. It became more complicated than i thought. Lasted too long than either of us would have liked it to. It has been a blessing to have you in my life. Maybe next time? I'm afraid to make promises i am not sure i can keep, but one day i know God will lead you to her. I guess now i truly know what it means when they say to love is to let go. I'm sorry. I cannot say sorry enough.. It'll be interesting to see what happens. I have to stop dwelling on what may be and move on to what's ahead. Need a clear vision.. need to pray for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you. Mum always tells me of the paths that we choose and how it will affect more than just us, but those around us. I truly have loved you, sorry if i didnt express it in the way that you understood. You have been a sister to me and i will always cherish the times we spent together. I wish i could promise you that one day your prince charming will come, but i know the only person who can do that for you and me is Him. His plan is supreme and it takes me a while to get my head around it. So often i try to take things into my hands, and like what Ross Pickworth said this morning, the words of the songs that i sing do not reflect what my actions say about my heart. Mumble talks about his heartsong... your heartsong is beautiful. I can assure you that. We are both young *ahem* though you a few years younger than i. I'm sorry if i have wronged you in any way, words and or actions. Thank you for everything that you've done. Your contagious laughter and your youthfulness. It makes me feel a few years younger :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But then again, Jesus said&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to go!!! Pray everything is settled smoothly and that i am not called up after i've left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Prince Charming, I pray your day's good today. I told Mum i want a minimum of 2 kids and a maximum of 3 (No more oh!). So that all can fit into a 5-seater car. :) Must ok? Hehe.. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3968477969510442955?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3968477969510442955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3968477969510442955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3968477969510442955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3968477969510442955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/12/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6875373035291999403</id><published>2007-12-02T13:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T13:54:21.561+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tired of the mess i created&lt;br /&gt;Crawling through it all&lt;br /&gt;Looking in at the sadness&lt;br /&gt;Painful was the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of the tears at night&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping once the sobs&lt;br /&gt;Had faded gradually&lt;br /&gt;The joy that it robs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;To run away from it all&lt;br /&gt;But sin has its consequences&lt;br /&gt;awaiting to befall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The numbness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;run&lt;br /&gt;run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your strength is made perfect in weakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6875373035291999403?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6875373035291999403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6875373035291999403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6875373035291999403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6875373035291999403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired-of-mess-i-created-crawling.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3022050783469374239</id><published>2007-11-29T20:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:04:49.189+13:00</updated><title type='text'>knock</title><content type='html'>12 days to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday tomorrow. And the day after Friday is Saturday. And on Saturday, i'll be going to Chch to pick up Dad, Mum and Daniel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with Rich today. Surprised that some people are so sure that i will cave in to Chin's request and stay. It's not 'to prove people wrong'. I spent a lot of time thinking about this. I remember when he first asked. I felt very blessed but didnt have God's peace when i told God i'll take the short-cut and just accept. So it's time to go job-hunting again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did Pastor Mike mean when he said "Knock on doors?" So i'm gonna go knock on doors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices are so vast and in a way, it just blows my mind away. However, for now, i'll stay in New Zealand and see what happens end of next year. Need to get a job first. I'm excited about the future &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;this uncertainty makes me a bit *eek*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss spending time with you. Might meet you in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young ones, guard your hearts and dedicate your dreams to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3022050783469374239?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3022050783469374239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3022050783469374239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3022050783469374239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3022050783469374239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock.html' title='knock'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6586049867006607905</id><published>2007-11-18T17:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:08:30.559+13:00</updated><title type='text'>*laughs* from Co's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;New school semester: &lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6066/38724042xy1.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the first week: &lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/9471/46022718qw0.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the second week:&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1579/73860124hh9.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the mid-term test:&lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/7742/70248010qy8.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During the mid-term test: &lt;img src="http://img169.imageshack.us/img169/1148/51684533rb1.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the mid-term test: &lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4443/16593617tz0.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Before the final exam: &lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/64/58696569yj2.gif" alt="user posted  image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Once know the final exam schedule: &lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4100/98267951hr5.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;7 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6928/14179412xo6.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;6 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/7886/48449407ge9.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;5 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/6201/36556418yj2.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;4 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/4811/15410495gt7.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;3 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/1455/61370226jb0.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;2 days before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/8502/82556919ec0.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;1 day before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img264.imageshack.us/img264/2495/12551693jd2.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A night before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/1089/83771123fm7.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;1 hour before final exam: &lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8236/97461205gx4.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During the final exam:   &lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/1935/57547119kr6.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Once walk out from the exam hall: &lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/4185/29551892mq5.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After the final exam, during the holiday: &lt;img src="http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/4364/35787142dz1.gif" alt="user posted image" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6586049867006607905?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6586049867006607905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6586049867006607905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6586049867006607905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6586049867006607905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/11/laughs-from-cos.html' title='*laughs* from Co&apos;s'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5311678284644175946</id><published>2007-11-04T14:24:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:51.751+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeserved miracles by grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0mqlMMfYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8zWpWH9PL4Q/s1600-h/airport.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0mqlMMfYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8zWpWH9PL4Q/s400/airport.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128798063624486274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wellington City - W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ild At Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remember walking back home that Saturday evening after work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lord, i dont know what to study any more. I feel unmotivated, tired, stressed. How do i go on preparing for the exam? I'm not sure what i know and what i dont know. There is so much to cover. I cant do this on my own. Help me.. I'm scared of going to Wellington on my own. Lonely. I dont know how to get to and fro. And all the costs involved? I need to trust that You have everything under control..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after work, i'd walk by Urgent Pharmacy on my way back from work. 5% of the time i'd stroll in and say hi to James (the owner).  I peeped in that day, seeing Rich behind the prescription counter. So i went in to say Hi.. and Rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt; to have a list of practice questions for the interview,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(it was at the back of my preceptor handbook but had never noticed it :S)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to be meeting up with Chin's other interns to quiz each other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to include Freddy and Brendan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to be flying up on the same flight,&lt;br /&gt;(and so i followed Freddy's car to the airport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to also be staying at Angus Inn.&lt;br /&gt;(and we shared a shuttle there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Inn, the lady at the reception was helping me find a map to the M'sian High Com,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to have that day off and generously offered to take me there and later dropped me off in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam was in the afternoon at the same time as Aki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;so happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to be flying back that night with a little suitcase and kindly helped bring my suitcase back so i didnt have to lug it around the city for 4 hours the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, i cant help but smile with the awe of His goodness and undeserved grace. God gives me the warmest fuzzies!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0oIVMMfcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UsGg3qKcrEE/s1600-h/buildings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0oIVMMfcI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UsGg3qKcrEE/s400/buildings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128799674237222338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buildings - how different things would have been if i had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to move up to Wellington in first year to study Architecture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0nzFMMfbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WoMKLTEe5Zw/s1600-h/bungy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0nzFMMfbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WoMKLTEe5Zw/s400/bungy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128799309165002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vertical bungy in the middle of the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0nQ1MMfaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N3kMrVXAdYk/s1600-h/art.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0nQ1MMfaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/N3kMrVXAdYk/s400/art.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128798720754482594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;artsy fartsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0m-VMMfZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0G2FO5DoYm8/s1600-h/beehive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0m-VMMfZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0G2FO5DoYm8/s400/beehive.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128798402926902674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the one and only Beehive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You, Lord. In Jesus' name.. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5311678284644175946?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5311678284644175946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5311678284644175946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5311678284644175946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5311678284644175946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/11/undeserved-miracles-by-grace.html' title='Undeserved miracles by grace'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Ry0mqlMMfYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8zWpWH9PL4Q/s72-c/airport.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-952511350230302830</id><published>2007-10-21T15:57:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:51.887+13:00</updated><title type='text'>make up merry</title><content type='html'>the P word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;rocrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slap slap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i say it's time to get your butt moving, i mean it, girl!! My diary was due last Friday..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still working on it. Thank You, Lord for Labour weekend. I get a day off tomorrow!! So it's work tonight, and tomorrow. But will set aside time to study for exam and have a Sabbath :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10-15 minutes as work every Saturday, Morgan will sit me down near the Natio stand and brush on a bit of colour and definition on my face. I've never thought i could wear mascara, certain that i would smear it or blink it onto my lower lids and accentuate those horrendous eye bags.. BUT with Morgan's magic fingers, there may be some hope! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123633758258727842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RxrNwcg2C6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-fuAAhHFD04/s400/DSCN5852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Just on Saturdays, my eyes are blue and eyelashes &lt;em&gt;extremely &lt;/em&gt;long :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my only hope :) the awesomest ever!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-952511350230302830?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/952511350230302830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=952511350230302830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/952511350230302830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/952511350230302830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-up-merry.html' title='make up merry'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RxrNwcg2C6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/-fuAAhHFD04/s72-c/DSCN5852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6260787083992867097</id><published>2007-10-18T21:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:52.309+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i did a bit of thinking today</title><content type='html'>My sister has set this picture up as tiles on my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122599401284832146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RxchA8g2C5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cydcwStGb8g/s400/adorable-puppies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where to from here? i hope you couldnt see it in my eyes. i'll just look away and everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the little girl in the pale red polka-dot dress outside Dowsons, you looked pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i know, it gives me something else to think and pray about after the exam. what are we going to do? when will we tell her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like you pimples!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Friday tomorrow and though i have to work whole day Saturday, Monday's Labour Day. The best part.. &lt;strong&gt;it's a HOLIDAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;praying for all you for exams. Dont forget to take Jesus with you. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6260787083992867097?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6260787083992867097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6260787083992867097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6260787083992867097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6260787083992867097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-did-bit-of-thinking-today.html' title='i did a bit of thinking today'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RxchA8g2C5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/cydcwStGb8g/s72-c/adorable-puppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-361022947260376669</id><published>2007-10-07T11:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:52.654+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing down to live life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RwgRU8g2C4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/n4jFYOR9JVw/s1600-h/trees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118360028045511554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RwgRU8g2C4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/n4jFYOR9JVw/s400/trees.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He has set eternity in the hearts of men - Ecclesiastes 3:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is a sign? I'm typing away and clicked to upload a photo.. and everything i've typed disappears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh child, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;precious one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Let your life shine like the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;But you say "How long til I can come home, til I can rest in your arms again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I say "Not long but don't miss this life and I'l be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Waiting til then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Live with the wonder of a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pray with your arms thrown open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Love with a love that has no end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Until I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh child, precious one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;With each breath know you are loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;But you say "How long til I can come home, til I can rest in your arms again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;And I say "Not long but don't miss this life and I'l be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Waiting til then"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Copyright Mark Schultz &lt;em&gt;Broken &amp;amp; Beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't run through this life too fast. So fast everything spins into a blur. Don't forget this life that He has given you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take time to smell the flowers. Learn to love. Love a little bit more every day. It's worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-361022947260376669?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/361022947260376669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=361022947260376669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/361022947260376669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/361022947260376669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/10/slowing-down-to-live-life.html' title='Slowing down to live life'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RwgRU8g2C4I/AAAAAAAAAGU/n4jFYOR9JVw/s72-c/trees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5791472790555414821</id><published>2007-09-23T15:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:52.807+13:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RvXah8g2C3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hAMRXs8N6VQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113233228663491442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RvXah8g2C3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hAMRXs8N6VQ/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lifegroup lunch at The Reef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You guys always make me laugh. Your youth, your vibrance and your innocence. &lt;/em&gt;Ruth and Eunice (my awesome lifegroup leaders!!) organized lunch at The Reef last Sunday. It was a cold and very wet Sunday. You wouldn't be able to tell from the smile on the girls' faces. And i had the seafood chowder. It was really yummm! Eunice and i then went &lt;em&gt;jalan-jalan &lt;/em&gt;around town. I've also realised that i am unable to multi-task anymore. I cant shop and talk at the same time. It's one or the other. This is a bad sign :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i've been thinking a lot about what's going to happen at the end of the year. There are so many choices, so many different paths to take. And the uncertainty that echoes them all. There's the option to stay or not to stay, in Dunedin, or still at Knox. The choice of where to go, where to apply, WHEN to apply? Only God knows, and i pray that my steps will be according to His will. So lots of prayer involved over the next few months. I would so love a good Christian environment to work in. How awesome would that be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God, only You know my thoughts and the cause of my forehead wrinkles. May they be wiped away (not using Botox) with your peace and reassurance. I love you, Lord, and i want to live for You. Seek first Your kingdom and i know i dont need to say but You know my heart's desires. I so wish that i could just stretch out my arms and be held forever by You. No need to think about the stress of work, sometimes, the burden of life, relationships, the future, the many decisions.. But i know. I know. You'll walk through this with me? Ya? Thank You for my family and friends, all those who have so faithfully supported and prayed for me. I only pray i will be able to love them in return just as they have loved me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam is in exactly 35 days. 5 weeks. Doing my final assignment at the moment. It's not quite going at the pace i intended it to go but i know i'll get there! Must must self-discipline!! Ooh.. and i'm taking Saturday off too!!! :D So excited. I gotta get out of the main city so that i stop myself from waltzing back into work. Sometimes i think i'm a workaholic. Choice or no choice? Depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey peeps, just a lil reminder that we've got prayer meeting this Thursday i.e. tomorrow at 7.30pm at visitor's lounge at Elim church. Be there or be square :) (Until now i still am not sure what that phrase means :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5791472790555414821?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5791472790555414821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5791472790555414821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5791472790555414821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5791472790555414821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/09/uncertainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RvXah8g2C3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/hAMRXs8N6VQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-1747119940378245390</id><published>2007-09-12T22:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:18:55.566+12:00</updated><title type='text'>you two</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so you're now with him..&lt;br /&gt;for some strange reason, i dont really like it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know him.&lt;br /&gt;and in my childish mind,&lt;br /&gt;i thought we were all going to be single until we all get together with our 'someones' (at the same time!) so we could all hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;remember when we had to get each other's "approvals" before we went out with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. if only.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so old now..&lt;br /&gt;as if those days were so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;all too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the picture&lt;br /&gt;and sigh, a sigh..&lt;br /&gt;a happy one, mind you&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad he's found you.&lt;br /&gt;we must catch up soon..&lt;br /&gt;definitely a lot to talk about :)&lt;br /&gt;missing you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-1747119940378245390?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/1747119940378245390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=1747119940378245390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1747119940378245390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1747119940378245390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-two.html' title='you two'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8644044308061803257</id><published>2007-09-07T23:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:54.056+13:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Deutz Cancer Society Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107425693059511314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE4m4eD9BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9WNBUYUu0ks/s400/CIMG0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first ever charity ball :) I was pretty excited, never been to one before. Mingling with all the big-shots, haha, and just keeping to myself and the girls. I reckon the dressing up was the funnest of all. And when we got there, there was this red carpet that we had to walk up. I reached the top of the stairs and looked up just to see a photographer who snapped a picture! I hope i didnt have too startled a look :P It certainly was an experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE49oeD9CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7QvqUX-i9mk/s1600-h/CIMG0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107426083901535266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE49oeD9CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7QvqUX-i9mk/s400/CIMG0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The menu was stunning! Honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107426564937872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE5ZoeD9DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PqcEiQ7s2xQ/s400/CIMG0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the girls and i. we had so much fun dressing up and poking fun at each other. SO immature! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107428532032894034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE7MIeD9FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4i-sRZIbOoA/s400/CIMG0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;with Sian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8644044308061803257?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8644044308061803257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8644044308061803257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8644044308061803257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8644044308061803257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/09/2007-deutz-cancer-society-ball.html' title='2007 Deutz Cancer Society Ball'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RuE4m4eD9BI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9WNBUYUu0ks/s72-c/CIMG0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7424596208921336200</id><published>2007-09-03T22:53:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:54.993+13:00</updated><title type='text'>All because you were there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RtvoOoeD8_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WuYbKsrBajA/s1600-h/g12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105929940633908210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RtvoOoeD8_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WuYbKsrBajA/s400/g12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it's been 3 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All too many things happened between then. All the good times, all the funny times. The conflicting opinions during Bible study and wondering if we have all taken our turn and covered PACTOLPOWER. =) Remember? How would i have made it through without God's gift of you all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all truly mean very much to me. From the first time we knew each other. You are God's answer to my prayer 5 years ago. So okay, maybe a little antisocial and not really making an effort to know other people then, just sticking to the &lt;em&gt;gang&lt;/em&gt;, but hey, at least we are now, right? Hehee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember when we stayed at Grange until 3am and Jessica's always the one who has to be the bad guy and shoo everyone home? Or spin-the-bottle at midnight? And when we did the Vitamin C song and Hakunamatata for Jamie's, Susan's and Albert's graduation? Man! I thought they were old then.. but look at us now. Heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lub you guys very much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106643957472031746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rt5xn4eD9AI/AAAAAAAAAFc/kWthCOflFnM/s400/G12+2004+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember this? Sept 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105929652871099362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rtvn94eD8-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/GtxgBUoaZuQ/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reunion August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As we go on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as our lives change, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will still be, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we look back now, will that joke still be funny?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we survive it out there? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can we make it somehow&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that this would never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go on,&lt;br /&gt;we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change,&lt;br /&gt;from whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will still be,&lt;br /&gt;friends forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother - Proverbs 18:24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7424596208921336200?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7424596208921336200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7424596208921336200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7424596208921336200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7424596208921336200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-because-you-were-there.html' title='All because you were there...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RtvoOoeD8_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/WuYbKsrBajA/s72-c/g12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5692826644171816433</id><published>2007-08-23T21:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:34:00.647+12:00</updated><title type='text'>audit day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To all my friends and family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm glad you didnt give up on me. Cos i think i might have given up on myself a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knox was audited today. I've been feeling the pressure since a while ago. Getting things done, protocols reviewed, the place cleaned. When i woke up this morning, the first thing that popped into my head was "TODAY'S AUDIT DAY!" The place was extraordinarily spick and span when i came in at 8am. Everyone was on deck when the auditor arrived and yes, she was friendly.. but.. she still had a job to do. So when it was my turn to be interviewed, i was so nervous my hands were frozen cold (plus the fact that the heat pump wasnt on and it was freeeeeezing in the dispensary!), i did the talking first. Gives me the upper hand too. I think so anyway :) At the end of the whole thing, which took about 2 hours, the verdict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Praise God! It certainly was a new experience to go through an audit when i'm still an intern. Hehe.. I'm glad it's over though :P Sleepy time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5692826644171816433?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5692826644171816433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5692826644171816433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5692826644171816433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5692826644171816433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/08/audit-day.html' title='audit day'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-382647329805355444</id><published>2007-08-02T22:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:55.277+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's gone back</title><content type='html'>I'm back at my table. I havent actually sat here to do work for a while.. not since Dad came anyway. But he's gone home, left this morning at 7.30. I woke up before 6am, pushing the heavy sadness that was lingering over my head away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's been here for almost 2 months, and what a quick 2 months it has been. How fragile human emotions are. One moment everything's ok, just take a deep breath. Everything's fine. But the next i'm spiralling down a tunnel of big blobs of tears. But then again, the most assuring thing with Dad going home is Mum and Neil having him at home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094045598680383218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RrGve4r8fvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w9VeYzSdvFY/s400/Ang+(14).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hard to believe that Neil is now taller than Pa. How tall are you going to grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-382647329805355444?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/382647329805355444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=382647329805355444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/382647329805355444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/382647329805355444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/08/dads-gone-back.html' title='Dad&apos;s gone back'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RrGve4r8fvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/w9VeYzSdvFY/s72-c/Ang+(14).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-194888697870014280</id><published>2007-07-30T20:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:55.916+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be on my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought i saw something different. Or felt it. Maybe not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess i was just thinking too much. Bleh. I hate it when that happens.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and mountains and molehills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to Chch next week for the training days, leaving Tuesday night and arriving back at home on Friday night. Which means that i'll not be able to go to King's Ball :( Oh wells.. But i truly am looking forward to going away for a bit. Even if it's classes from 8.30am to 5pm everyday. Still. Something different. Just pray that all goes well at work while i'm away. I'll do my best to tie up loose ends before i go. I really thank God for his providence of people to cover me while i'm away in Chch. I was just reminding S that i will be away next week for those few days (because she's very busy and tends to forget about my deadlines unless reminded a few times) and she suddenly realised that the dispensary will be even more short-staffed those days, especially since we had the two days when Sherif was away from work, and it was just Cecilia, S and i. &lt;em&gt;Teruk betul&lt;/em&gt; ask me to call up people to come in to work to help out. I felt so bad asking them to come in to cover me.. I felt and others told me, that it wasn't even my responsibility to do that. Not my business and if i really cant find people, i'll feel bad for leaving and then there's that whole cycle or blaming myself for something that i didnt do wrong! But anyways, i called Mo and Shin. I really thank God for their help. Both of them came in after their last lecture at 5pm and arranged times with me. And with the current arrangement, most of the hours of the day are covered, at least 6 hours every day, with one of them able to come into the dispensary. I was stoked!! and so grateful. :) Thanks guys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092916172605390562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rq2sRor8fuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JVQYyeimD9c/s400/smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this smile is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prep for Pharmacist-Only medicines now. I'm learning a lot about the few products that i've been assigned to work on: Topical Vaginal Thrush treatments, Brondecon, Oracort and Buccalline Burner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying spending time with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092916082411077330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rq2sMYr8ftI/AAAAAAAAAE0/x6ChQGrvrtk/s400/worship.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;searching. help me find You. on my knees. please draw near to me. i want to experience the realness of You once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-194888697870014280?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/194888697870014280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=194888697870014280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/194888697870014280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/194888697870014280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/07/ill-be-on-my-way.html' title='I&apos;ll be on my way'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rq2sRor8fuI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JVQYyeimD9c/s72-c/smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7111132607592677557</id><published>2007-07-29T20:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:56.605+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I looked around the room, pondering what it meant to be alive. To be breathing and moving. To be given another chance to do something else today. JESUS IS MY HOPE TODAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to do so many things yesterday but limited by time and energy, i prioritised. Hee.. spent time with Dad and made sushi. When you've got time, check this out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_0k4Wu-IqY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_0k4Wu-IqY&lt;/a&gt; Made us all laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092531841751875250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RqxOuor8frI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k-pZirFaBKk/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sushi's good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092544383056379586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RqxaIor8fsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UIFMq5oHRL0/s400/IMG_1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr Cow had a lot of company this afternoon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7111132607592677557?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7111132607592677557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7111132607592677557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7111132607592677557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7111132607592677557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/07/mmm.html' title='Mmm...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RqxOuor8frI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k-pZirFaBKk/s72-c/IMG_1732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3112053567432238211</id><published>2007-07-09T22:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:48:34.147+12:00</updated><title type='text'>*beep beep*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not funny.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But it sure is when &lt;i style=""&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;guys are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pastor Andrew's sermon really spoke to me on Sunday. God's timing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the best and there is still so much to learn. The times i've felt so old and wonder when i'll meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;Maybe i just need to spread my wings and do something different. Be somewhere different.. I dont know. Proverbs 16:9 In his heart a man plans his course but the Lord directs his steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, You guide my steps. I dont want to walk my own way any more. I want to walk Yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I appreciate my Sundays, my day off. Do try hard to get work done during week nights so that i can actually have a day doing things i wanna do and mucking around. But the fatigue is overwhelming and it's either my brain overworking and body dead on the couch or the other way round. On Sunday, driving around South Dunedin, Dad and i were talking about the apostle Peter and how He was so on fire for Jesus. Christianity in the early days must have been so so tough. With early believers persecuted everyday and with the most horrendous torture tools! Thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, without the long chain of people to chose to believe and share their faith, i wouldnt be here to day, knowing and having a relationship with my personal Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks Annette for helping me sort out my e-tickets up to Chch for August training days. I'm looking forwards to the training days :) There's a lot of homework on mental health, an area i'm not very familiar with. So a bit of reading up to do before i go. Sadly, i wont be able to go for King's Ball this year. However, i might be able to make it just at the end, with the plane touching down in Dunedin at 8.35pm *pouts* :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight *beep beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3112053567432238211?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3112053567432238211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3112053567432238211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3112053567432238211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3112053567432238211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/07/beep-beep.html' title='*beep beep*'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-1956934186090406066</id><published>2007-06-24T10:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:57.978+13:00</updated><title type='text'>freezing... FREEEEZING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079398892903611490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2mYZwIPGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R5WVRj1CCEY/s400/car.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has certainly been a cold spell. The wind howls so loudly at night and i almost expect to see a heavy snow storm the next morning. Brrr.... heaters on, blankets and warm cups of tea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079399395414785154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2m1pwIPII/AAAAAAAAAEM/4rJddnAdCO4/s400/field.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah.. the tranquility in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that i was going to walk to work yesterday, and on the first step that i took out of the house, i almost slipped! The car's back window was frozen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079398970213022834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2mc5wIPHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_Y_yiyPuCnM/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and the streets were so quiet.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079402221503265954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2paJwIPKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cll-AfxayN4/s400/road.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and those who &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;risk going out (because they didnt have a choice since they had to work on a Saturday.. :S) may have experienced the odd bruise and sudden shift of view from ahead to the ground or sky of which, of course, they couldnt choose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079400275883080850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2no5wIPJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uBuyQidkUOM/s400/pitt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it wasnt by choice either that i had to trudge up Pitt Street to get to the car which was parked halfway to the top. Almost lost control of the car coming down Highgate at 10kmh and brakes didnt work either. I was so scared that the car would just slide off the road and down onto the house below BUT praise God for angels :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Admist the cold and having the flat and family away, all's been good. Nads, Josh and i had a swell time last night, acting inpromptu after work, going out for dinner at Asian then off to Hoyts to watch Fantastic 4 II. And then to Countdown cos i was craving Coke and Nads needed juice. Hee.. and then to top off the night with Tigger, The Movie. What an awesome night, doing everything that was unplanned and yet having so much fun. :D Thanks dude and dudette!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank God for all the pretty rainbows that He sends my way, speaking of more than just a prism of colours.. but of promises and hopes and dreams yet to be fufilled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learning to let go isnt the end, it's marks the start of a new beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-1956934186090406066?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/1956934186090406066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=1956934186090406066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1956934186090406066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1956934186090406066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/06/freezing-freeeezing.html' title='freezing... FREEEEZING!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rn2mYZwIPGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R5WVRj1CCEY/s72-c/car.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5430812921722285374</id><published>2007-06-03T23:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:58.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Jess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrjMdyWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/UXDeod1Ttmg/s1600-h/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804751502531090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrjMdyWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/UXDeod1Ttmg/s400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As cheesy as it may look, i think it's sooooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrYsdyWgI/AAAAAAAAADc/d9VDgoIEAKo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804571113904642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrYsdyWgI/AAAAAAAAADc/d9VDgoIEAKo/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd try to catch up with what people have been up to and found this on Jess' blog. It made me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804949071026722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrusdyWiI/AAAAAAAAADs/iZMl97K3OyA/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* my favourite *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope this makes you smile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5430812921722285374?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5430812921722285374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5430812921722285374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5430812921722285374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5430812921722285374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanks-jess.html' title='Thanks Jess!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RmKrjMdyWhI/AAAAAAAAADk/UXDeod1Ttmg/s72-c/47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-1586354774591532614</id><published>2007-05-26T22:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:12:11.638+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Now i know why</title><content type='html'>I remember when i was little.. and a bit older.. quietly tip-toeing into my parents' room when after a nightmare. And i'll just stand by their bedside or the end of the bed, in my nightie, waiting for one of them to wake up from my still presence. And they always do. And whether it was Dad or Mum, i know i'd be safe and sound from my dreams when i was beside them. I'll sleep with my back to them, but they'd always have to be facing me. So what when i looked back, i knew that they were watching me.. and i can move on, more forward, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why i sleep that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to walk through every day, looking back and knowing that He watches my back. He does. :) Thank You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-1586354774591532614?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/1586354774591532614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=1586354774591532614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1586354774591532614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1586354774591532614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/now-i-know-why.html' title='Now i know why'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-5398559944421311895</id><published>2007-05-25T21:01:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:59.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'>allow me to blabber drugs</title><content type='html'>It's called Tarceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The active ingredient is a drug known as erlotinib. I've never heard of that medicine before until 5 hours ago when a customer called to ask if it was available in NZ. It wasnt in the Shedule so guessed there wasnt any subsidy. Predictable. But it wasnt in MIMS either, and it was only when Bruce said that it has just changed status from being a Section 29 drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's used in the treatment of non-small cell lung cancer and advanced pancreatic cancer. It works by blocking tyrosine kinase receptors on epidermal growth factor. It's in Phase III clinical trials too! I havent seen the literature, but it sounds very &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt;.. And it's just once tablet daily for a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's approx $200 per tablet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rla3o8dyWfI/AAAAAAAAADU/zo_E8G8BOV8/s1600-h/CB055995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068440344705784306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rla3o8dyWfI/AAAAAAAAADU/zo_E8G8BOV8/s400/CB055995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rla3o8dyWfI/AAAAAAAAADU/zo_E8G8BOV8/s1600-h/CB055995.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-5398559944421311895?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/5398559944421311895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=5398559944421311895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5398559944421311895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/5398559944421311895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/allow-me-to-blabber-drugs.html' title='allow me to blabber drugs'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rla3o8dyWfI/AAAAAAAAADU/zo_E8G8BOV8/s72-c/CB055995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7709736929925835315</id><published>2007-05-18T22:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:27:08.823+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GUESSSSSAWAAAAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit sad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the still of the night. Only the rumble as trains go and the splish splosh of puddles as cars whiz by. No beepings anymore.. It's quiet. I guess it's mission accomplished...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7709736929925835315?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7709736929925835315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7709736929925835315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7709736929925835315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7709736929925835315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/guesssssawaaaat-i-feel-bit-sad-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4246381432664019648</id><published>2007-05-14T20:16:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:38:32.155+12:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless slumber</title><content type='html'>Do you ever get those days when everything is so busy and non-stop that you actually have to make a concious effort to breathe? Well, today was one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Probably a bit more than i should be doing. Maybe that's why i've been having such horrible sleep.. I'm not the kind that usually wakes up in the middle of the night to go to the loo, let alone allow mundane dreams to affect me to such an extent that i open my eyes. But that is how it has been for the past 2 nights. I've been finding it hard to sleep even when my body is zoned out already. And not just that. Tossing and turning in my sleep. Waking up at least 3 times in the middle of the night and for at least one of them to be awake and unable to go back to sleep for at least an hour. Been having really strange confusing dreams too. Waking up feeling even more tired than before i went to bed..and wanting just to pull the covers over my head and get back to bed. As Krystal sums it up in one word.. Meh.. I wondered if popping one zopiclone would do the trick. Man, i cant believe that crossed my mind! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite restless nights, days been great :) Thanks, God! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4246381432664019648?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4246381432664019648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4246381432664019648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4246381432664019648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4246381432664019648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/sleepless-slumber.html' title='sleepless slumber'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-245667968795064771</id><published>2007-05-07T19:41:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T20:42:36.958+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Different sides of me</title><content type='html'>There are so many different sides of me... only if you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stuggle before. I have battled with the masks i found myself wearing. Faces of me that hid who i was. It was frightening as i found myself changing colours like a chameleon to suit what people wanted to hear, to paint a picture i wanted people to think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i realised it wasnt worth it. I didnt want people to befriend me because i had moulded to be the person they wanted to befriend. I wanted them to befriend me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came to the question of "Who am i, then?" I behave differently with different people. I'm like a multi-faceted polygonal thingee. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Please correct my terminology&lt;/span&gt;. With different people, i show different faces. Even though they look different to you, they're all still the same person. It's still me. Sometimes there's the quiet side, sometimes the craaaazzzzzzy side. Sometimes i crack lame cold jokes (hahahaha), sometimes i get moody and then there's&lt;em&gt; pi qi&lt;/em&gt;. Not good. Yet, it's still me. I dont think i hide behind a mask half as often as i used to. I'm just not comfortable showing all those sides to everyone. You? Maybe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you're the only one who sees all my sides. I wonder what you think of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-245667968795064771?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/245667968795064771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=245667968795064771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/245667968795064771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/245667968795064771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/different-sides-of-me.html' title='Different sides of me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7478237014779962252</id><published>2007-05-05T19:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:34:59.898+13:00</updated><title type='text'>teddies forever</title><content type='html'>Maybe i'm too big for teddies. But if i were to pack them away, i dont know where to keep them either. I cant imagine them in a box.. so i guess you guys will just have to stay on my bed for just a teeny bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of feeling tired. Tired of feeling drained of energy. Tired of having lists of things to do that never end. I cross off one, and add on two. Nobody had warned me about this. No one mentioned a word that first year working can be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a heavy head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to and see the dance rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the graduation party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are heavy. I want to just lie down and close my eyes and not move.. and yet i can feel my strength ebb away due to the lack of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*get up! get up!* &lt;em&gt;See that half-eaten bottle of Centrum up there? Yes... compliance is an issue? (Ok, just for this moment, i'm not an intern pharmacist) Then do something about it!! Get some energy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at the pile of papers on the floor* &lt;em&gt;Need to finish sorting this out by tonight. Gosh, i'm going at such a slow pace. Hurry hurry!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and stop complaining!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060986331619658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rjw8QR1MDMI/AAAAAAAAACk/VT1LKI-eOrk/s400/teddies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7478237014779962252?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7478237014779962252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7478237014779962252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7478237014779962252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7478237014779962252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/teddies-forever.html' title='teddies forever'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rjw8QR1MDMI/AAAAAAAAACk/VT1LKI-eOrk/s72-c/teddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7117740828737808358</id><published>2007-05-03T22:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T22:52:09.317+12:00</updated><title type='text'>this journey</title><content type='html'>I was reading Jess' latest post about marriage. It dawned on me the truth of what the author said. &lt;em&gt;Marriage is a journey. &lt;/em&gt;It spoke so clearly to me. It's saying to the other person "I would like to spend my &lt;em&gt;life &lt;/em&gt;journey with you. Not just to share the happy moments, or to stand together through tough times, but to be by you every step of the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*in awe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till i am able to say that to another, i think i have a lot of growing up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a witness to my life&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shall We Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7117740828737808358?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7117740828737808358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7117740828737808358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7117740828737808358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7117740828737808358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-journey.html' title='this journey'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4934284730412071147</id><published>2007-04-29T16:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:01.366+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheekins it's your birthday, happy birthday Cheekins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to invest in a good sound system. No CD player and most of my songs are on the hard drive, which i have to hook up to the laptop to use. Kevin said that i could get a good one for less than $100.. Problem is that i dont know which one is defined as a 'good' one. So... &lt;em&gt;help! &lt;/em&gt;I'm quite excited at the thought of getting it =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to be afraid to proclaim it when something good happens.. afraid that i'll 'jinx' it. But all good things are from Him and i wont hold back. In Mark 5: 19, Jesus said to the demon-posssessed man,"Go.. and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you." And so i will do the same =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God has been and is always is gracious. Scott has left, and though i'm very sad, i know He provides. Often during tough days, i wonder why they must be. I know, i know. I'm human and often i cant see past my circumstance. &lt;em&gt;But God does. &lt;/em&gt;I believe that's why He has allowed those times in my life. It's the first thing i do, whenever i have a tough day or a tough time, to turn to Him and cry out for help and strength. But on good days, it's easy to slip back into taking-things-for-granted mode and not look to Him. Shame on me! But now things will be different..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WILL praise Him even more on awesome days at work!! AMEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That praise be always on our lips. Jesus, you are all i need. I gotta make more room in my heart for Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058701628061519026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjQeVB1MDLI/AAAAAAAAACc/exDRUs1v7_k/s400/DSCN5539.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ Lone Star&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058700472715316386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjQdRx1MDKI/AAAAAAAAACU/27MITqzhwDA/s400/c+and+i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So you're 24years and 1day old =) Happy Birthday Cheekins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hasn't it been a journey so far =P Many more birthdays to come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4934284730412071147?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4934284730412071147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4934284730412071147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4934284730412071147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4934284730412071147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/cheekins-its-your-birthday-happy.html' title='Cheekins it&apos;s your birthday, happy birthday Cheekins'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjQeVB1MDLI/AAAAAAAAACc/exDRUs1v7_k/s72-c/DSCN5539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6296951157233548520</id><published>2007-04-23T22:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:32:00.417+12:00</updated><title type='text'>that warm spot</title><content type='html'>Dont you just love it when, after lying/sitting up in bed for a while, the place where you rest your legs become really warm and nice? that warm spot. and any inch away from that spot is cold and uninviting.. i wish i could sleep with my legs in this awkward position.. but ok, time to shuffle in. *cold*!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6296951157233548520?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6296951157233548520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6296951157233548520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6296951157233548520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6296951157233548520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/that-warm-spot.html' title='that warm spot'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8504945433534148201</id><published>2007-04-22T20:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:01.967+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I is happy</title><content type='html'>We were at Cecillia's for dinner last night. Cecilia and Toh, Scott brought Bee, and i deep down inside i was worried that if Tae-Hoon brought his girlfriend, i would be the odd one out. I guess it's just getting to that stage when friends start bringing their "other halves", especially work colleagues. Oh well, guess it's just not my turn yet. Is it silly of me to have these issues bother me at times? &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we played this game and it goes like this. I think it truly is an awesome ice-breaker! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Remind me to tell the guys when we meet up for Jian's lifegroup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Everyone sits in a circle and chooses the name of someone else in the group.. and so that's their name for that round of the game. You can choose any name except your own. You are dealt as evenly as possible the same number of cards from a complete deck. And the aim of the game is to get rid of all your cards as quickly as you can. So everyone sits with their stack of cards faced down in front of them and one by one, each taking their turn, flips open the card on the top of their deck. If someone else flips a card with the same number, the first person who says/shouts the other's 'adopted' name wins. The loser has to take every card that has been flipped open and add it to their pile of cards. I had the best laugh since camp presentations, honestly! Everyone pointing at each other, struggling to remember the other person's name. I find that it helps when i dont look at their faces and instead remember the position of names relative to where i am. Of course it didnt help when we swapped around for the next round and adopted new names :P I like :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056167585477175570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RisdoVk2KRI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ztdyYWXbzA/s400/happyfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mumble... I thought he was the cutest!! I thought the movie was great! Jian doesnt quite agree :P I watched Happy Feet last night on my own after coming home from Cecilia's. Wanted to watch it with someone else but it never happened. It would have been more fun watching with my family, but this will have to do for now till Dad comes in June :D Ended up sleeping at 2.30am. I think that's why i'm so tired today. It's been ages since i've slept past midnight.. And dreamt of cute tap dancing penguins the whole night.. Hee.. (Funny, didnt dream of rabbits after watching Wallace and Grommit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056166069353720066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RiscQFk2KQI/AAAAAAAAABk/yPfpJmgqP00/s400/th-HF-026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8504945433534148201?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8504945433534148201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8504945433534148201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8504945433534148201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8504945433534148201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-is-happy.html' title='I is happy'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RisdoVk2KRI/AAAAAAAAABs/4ztdyYWXbzA/s72-c/happyfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-6609405271240285710</id><published>2007-04-18T19:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T20:55:55.470+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A thousand times i've failed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still Your mercy remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should i stumble again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still i'm caught in Your grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Joel Houston, Hillsongs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appraisal no.1 is due on the 20th April.. and i passed with Level 3. Praise God =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1: Not yet competent&lt;br /&gt;The intern attempts the activeity and requires considerable help and supervision&lt;br /&gt;Level 2: Borderline&lt;br /&gt;The intern achieves the activity with help and supervision&lt;br /&gt;Level 3: Competent&lt;br /&gt;The intern could consistently perform the activity to the required standard if they were working unsupervised&lt;br /&gt;Level 4: Competent with merit&lt;br /&gt;The intern consistently acheives the activity without help and displays the level of competence beyond that expected of an intern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been good at work this week..and last week. Thank you God it's Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-6609405271240285710?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/6609405271240285710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=6609405271240285710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6609405271240285710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/6609405271240285710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-1373073182837386658</id><published>2007-04-15T23:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:02.396+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060998284513643730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjxHIB1MDNI/AAAAAAAAACs/1Rf1MMSMurA/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt; *in action*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Eunice and Jian for helping me out with food. It would not have been possible without you guys.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060999083377560802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjxH2h1MDOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bS2RM8u5FoM/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*scary? no?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Josh. Great camp organisation! How are the feedback forms coming? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks Uncle Then and Auntie Hilda!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;Thank YOU, GOD! YOU have made this all possible. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from camp. Exhausted, just finished paper work to be handed in to Sian tomorrow. Thanks Josh and Jian for accompanying me too. I know you guys were tired after the 3 days, drive back and washing the cars. I must say, seeing the dirt come off the cars when they were sprayed down was awesome! It was like watching Extreme Makeover.. Hehe.. ok, maybe not that drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want photos from camp. Wait.. will post them up when i get them of people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. it's getting late and my eye bags are threatening to burst. I better lay them down to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photos courtesy of Nads =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-1373073182837386658?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/1373073182837386658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=1373073182837386658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1373073182837386658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1373073182837386658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you-guys.html' title='Thank you guys'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RjxHIB1MDNI/AAAAAAAAACs/1Rf1MMSMurA/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-1831877897417361547</id><published>2007-04-06T20:56:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:02.684+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RhYL8z1gjGI/AAAAAAAAABU/WGyN_iCVICg/s1600-h/DSCN5417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050237171477285986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RhYL8z1gjGI/AAAAAAAAABU/WGyN_iCVICg/s400/DSCN5417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Whoever you are, thank you :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-1831877897417361547?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/1831877897417361547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=1831877897417361547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1831877897417361547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/1831877897417361547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RhYL8z1gjGI/AAAAAAAAABU/WGyN_iCVICg/s72-c/DSCN5417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8751804681489611357</id><published>2007-04-04T22:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:36:42.518+12:00</updated><title type='text'>He's leaving..</title><content type='html'>I received a text from S yesterday to say that he's resigned. I was shocked. I didnt expect it to come this soon. I had to talk to somebody, so i went to Kev's room. It hasnt been easy settling into work, and S has played a major role in keeping me sane. As Mum says, "He's the angel God sent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still sinking in that he'll not be there in 3-4 weeks. I dont know how i'll do without him. He's always been that calm, it-ok factor and i must admit that i always feel so much more at peace when he's around. But now that he's going, i've gotta toughen up even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with Cecilia when she said "I wish he'd only leave at the end of the year.." But he's been there for so long and it'll be a good change for him. I wish him the best. I know he'll do well wherever he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still wish he wasnt leaving. I feel sad. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8751804681489611357?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8751804681489611357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8751804681489611357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8751804681489611357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8751804681489611357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-leaving.html' title='He&apos;s leaving..'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-7625011780575652817</id><published>2007-04-02T21:23:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:30:10.813+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about feelings</title><content type='html'>I feel like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating Le Lagoon's cheesecake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going on a shopping spree for pretty dresses (like the black strapless knee-length @Principles!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cutting my hair short&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going home to Dad, Mum and Neil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;resting my head upon your shoulders&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;going back to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baking lots and lots of tea cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doing cross-stitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking along the beach hand-in-hand with that special someone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing the keyboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last two i can do now.. and i will. Nitey nite! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-7625011780575652817?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/7625011780575652817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=7625011780575652817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7625011780575652817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/7625011780575652817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-talk-about-feelings.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about feelings'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-2859703522562412748</id><published>2007-04-02T21:13:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:22:53.855+12:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to smile</title><content type='html'>I had started this post writing how tired and *&amp;%$ work is. But listening to Kev's songs and now overwhelmed by His love and peace.. i pressed on the 'delete' button. So the [edited] post. Sulyn sings in harmony. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He carries me through the day and even in scolding, i can stand strong and let those words go-in-one-ear-go-out-the-other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words she say cannot hurt me because my foundation is in You alone. Only YOU speak truth into my life. Only YOUR words matter. Your favour and protection is for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, at the end, You triumph over my enemies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give me a reason to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-2859703522562412748?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/2859703522562412748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=2859703522562412748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/2859703522562412748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/2859703522562412748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/04/reason-to-smile.html' title='A reason to smile'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3501690494646616972</id><published>2007-03-30T20:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:02.922+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RgzQlaOIjQI/AAAAAAAAABM/hw9UQ9VRhiQ/s1600-h/Scenery+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047638623487823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RgzQlaOIjQI/AAAAAAAAABM/hw9UQ9VRhiQ/s400/Scenery+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3501690494646616972?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3501690494646616972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3501690494646616972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3501690494646616972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3501690494646616972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/RgzQlaOIjQI/AAAAAAAAABM/hw9UQ9VRhiQ/s72-c/Scenery+(10).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4715002120382662222</id><published>2007-03-26T08:12:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:38:29.526+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Carried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I know for sure, all of my days are held in your hands, crafted into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;your perfect plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You gently call me into your presence guiding me by Your Holy Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;through Your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm captured by Your holy calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Set me apart, I know you're drawing me to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Lead me Lord I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Take me, Mould me, use me, fill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I give my life to the Potter's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I give my life to the Potter's hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otago Anniversary Day today. The best part of it is that i get a day off work! It's 8.18am and i'm still in my pjs, half propped up on the tripillow with my legs under the covers. finally catching up on all the emails i need to reply and junk mail i need to delete. Paul has left for classes and Kevin's left for work. I'm not sure if Nad's awake yet but i'm pretty sure Chia's still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J's blog always amuses me. And he uses short simple sentences :) I am amazed at the ideas that people get to write in their blogs. They can turn the simplest, most mundane things to become so interesting. It's like living in the moment. A moment that lasts just a few minutes of seconds even and yet able to extract the experience and put it into words without sounding too &lt;em&gt;lo-so&lt;/em&gt;. I've always wanted to be able to write like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 8.32am. I've got my day planned:&lt;br /&gt;0900-1000 prepare lunch for the two boys and tidy P's room&lt;br /&gt;1000-1100 go for a run&lt;br /&gt;1100-1200 off to Med library to work on my homework&lt;br /&gt;1200-1300 lunch with the boys&lt;br /&gt;1300-1400 decide what to cook for dinner and prepare&lt;br /&gt;1400-1600 type letter for bond tenancy, update learning portfolio, draw up table for medico pack Px&lt;br /&gt;1615-1645 meeting with Uncle at church&lt;br /&gt;1645-1745 cook dinner&lt;br /&gt;1800 Cecilia and husband come over for dinner&lt;br /&gt;1900++ rest and worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was then that i carried you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4715002120382662222?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4715002120382662222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4715002120382662222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4715002120382662222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4715002120382662222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/03/carried.html' title='Carried'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-3023246363852180032</id><published>2007-03-15T21:09:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:53:46.758+13:00</updated><title type='text'>piercing anyone?</title><content type='html'>Daniel asked me on the phone just now,"So what have you been up to?" and i replied,"Hmm..work?" It feels as though one week links onto the other and next thing i know, it's another Monday. I'm working this Saturday so it'll be Sunday off and then it's Monday again. And guess what?!? This Sunday, which also happens to be when daylight savings ends (Woohooooo!), marks working at Knox for 3 months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really nice colleagues, both in the dispensary and the shop. Praise God! And a big thank to Scott and Sherif, Cecilia, Tae-Hoon, Katrina and Karen. And speaking of shop, Jason came in to teach Katrina and i how to do ear piercing today. We were shown 2 types of guns (GUNS!! Hee..) and decided on which one we wanted to stick to. The first and older gun was quite daunting, with that staple-like bang as the earring is fired through the lobe/cartilage. I had a go with it, and twice, not just once but TWICE, i missed the mark by about 2mm. and 2mm is a huge distance when it comes to ear piercing. I honestly thought to myself "I feel sorry for my first ear-piercing customer." Then came STUDEX75. The current and future of ear-piercing. No bang, no need to aim, fully loaded, fiddle-free. And since there are 2 guns, Kat and i can get two ears done at the same time! :D But still, i dont think i'll exactly &lt;em&gt;jump &lt;/em&gt;at the first customer who asks to get ear-piercing done. I'll let you know when the lucky Number One comes along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. &lt;em&gt;I havent talked to you for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-3023246363852180032?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/3023246363852180032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=3023246363852180032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3023246363852180032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/3023246363852180032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/03/piercing-anyone.html' title='piercing anyone?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8372042231740776913</id><published>2007-02-25T07:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:03.054+13:00</updated><title type='text'>beach weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035173897380599666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/ReCH-2-wl3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vd9WSy2ADxU/s400/compiled+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was beach weather yesterday, too hard to resist so we headed to St Kilda. We didn't realise that the wind was that cold until we were out on the beach. All in shorts and i-dont-need-a-jacket mode, the only way to keep warm without our extra insulation was to run around. We played PepsiCola and tag, two games i havent played in ages! The last time must have been in 2004, when we went to Brighton Beach with Jamie and Susan... The "Bad" guys won: Eunice and Martin. Good strategy Mart! We were so poofed by the end of that short game, where is my stamina?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. Many more to come :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8372042231740776913?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8372042231740776913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8372042231740776913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8372042231740776913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8372042231740776913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/02/beach-weather.html' title='beach weather'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/ReCH-2-wl3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/vd9WSy2ADxU/s72-c/compiled+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-8474665774373038836</id><published>2007-02-23T22:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:03.427+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rd65mG-wl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6MZm8UH-76I/s1600-h/steve"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034665497806804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rd65mG-wl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6MZm8UH-76I/s400/steve%27s+dating+tips.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell us the train story, Steve! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-8474665774373038836?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/8474665774373038836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=8474665774373038836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8474665774373038836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/8474665774373038836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-us-train-story-steve.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rd65mG-wl2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/6MZm8UH-76I/s72-c/steve%27s+dating+tips.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4311908169278334315</id><published>2007-02-21T23:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:35:04.568+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rdwj1W-wl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/osigN53t5_U/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033937883102222162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rdwj1W-wl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/osigN53t5_U/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i bought a dress today when i was on my 15 minute lunch break, on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont like office politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a great day tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tae-Hoon and i will be able to courier our assignment tomorrow after a check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start work at 8am so i better sleep now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4311908169278334315?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4311908169278334315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4311908169278334315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4311908169278334315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4311908169278334315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-i-bought-dress-today-on-spur-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NEAC5Jc9oPI/Rdwj1W-wl1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/osigN53t5_U/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-4454891383433963130</id><published>2007-02-20T21:14:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T21:31:23.443+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now</title><content type='html'>I agree that it’s about time I updated my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced the power of laying of hands. First hand! And it was on the car! No one knew what was wrong (except God) cos nothing seemed to be wrong. Our kind neighbour even tried to jump start the car but nothing worked. I was due to send my application for AA the next day (which I diligently did after what happened :S). And His miracle the following morning. I went out to the car just before leaving for work and laid hands on the car. And the car started as I turned the ignition! AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m working as many of you would know. And working life has just been so different from studying life (obviously! ;P). Have always enjoyed school and so i guess that makes me miss it even more. It has been very challenging and busy. This week, we're working on a 4 people dispensary but many thanks to J who's helping us take scripts in. I find it very cute how he, in the long white sleeve formal shirt and pants, brought the choices of nail polish removers from one of the customers. Everyone's pooling in resources and chipping in to cover each other. I have been allowed to do more things in the dispensary and this i can only attribute to His grace and favour. Favour He has granted me in her eyes. I can only kneel down and say "Thank you God". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so used to picking up the phone and greeting "Good morning/afternoon, Unichem Knox Pharmacy. Angela speaking" that sometimes i forget whether it was me who made the phone call or answering the call. I was calling Bond Center and the first thing i said when they picked up was "Good morning (and my mouth forming the "U" for Unichem).. and stopping myself to say "I'd like to ask about...". That would have been very embarrassing i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my "How can i help you?" followed by the how-can-i-help-you look, anticipating the "Yes, i've got a problem..." or "I'm here to pick up a prescription...". A young man came in later in the evening and after the formalities (I was at the front computer scanning through a script that S was typing through) and said "Can i use your toilet?". Nothing wrong with asking (i know i've done that a couple of times) but it caught me a bit off guard but picking up where i'd left my train of words, i pointed to the public loo just outside Pharmacy School. When he'd left, i smiled to myself at how unexpected the question was and S nugdged me. I looked up smiling and said "What? I wasn't expecting it!" She was smiling herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer works wonders because it's the BIG GUY we're talking to. Remember Him? The one that holds all the dust on the earth with His hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-4454891383433963130?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/4454891383433963130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=4454891383433963130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4454891383433963130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/4454891383433963130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-117032219166580284</id><published>2007-02-01T21:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:29:51.703+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder knots and smelly feet</title><content type='html'>I asked Paul for a shoulder massage today... since he was sitting in front of me after we had dinner together. =) I've not had a shoulder massage for a while and it felt good! Paul said the knots in my muscle isnt arent as many, though still stiff. I have also noticed that i slouch more nowadays, even when i'm walking. As if my shoulders are not 'sloping' enough already :S Not good.. I really should do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor him. he had to put up with my smelly feet. It's the fact that i'm wearing closed shoes without socks (because those shoes would be too tight if i were to wear socks too) almost 10 hours straight every day. Honest. My feet have never smelt bad in my entire 22 1/2 years until i started working. And yes, i've already showered and taken them off. Now my feet smell nice! :) Because i moisturised them with Isabella Rossellini's &lt;em&gt;my Manifesto &lt;/em&gt;moisturiser&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need another pair of shoes. What do you think? Oh wait, we are out of milk. Off to the supermarket now..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-117032219166580284?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/117032219166580284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=117032219166580284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117032219166580284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117032219166580284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/02/shoulder-knots-and-smelly-feet.html' title='Shoulder knots and smelly feet'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-117014684907676254</id><published>2007-01-30T21:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:54:28.043+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel, my brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just got off the phone with Daniel. I’ve realized that I don’t refer to him as my ‘baby’ brother as much anymore. That’s probably a good thing… for him, that is. =P Daniel, otherwise known as Dan or Neil (Ah-Neil), says the funniest things. I was just laughing when he said he wanted to be 6”4. It wasn't so much what he was saying, it was more of &lt;em&gt;how &lt;/em&gt;he said it. I told him that if he was that tall, it’ll be hard to get him a bed since he’ll either have his head hanging off or his legs dangling over the edge. That image of that in my head made me crack up. And his reply was, “I’ll just use a chair for my legs lo. Or else I’ll get a king double and sleep diagonally.” Cheeky kid.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went on to talk about that tall guy he saw at Parkson when he went out with his best friend, Adrian, and how his head almost touched the ceiling. “He was so tall,” he said “His girlfriend only reached up to his stomach.” I don’t know whether to believe him or not. And there was also talk about his keloid scar and how he found it hard to wake up this morning cos he slept too late last night. And his studies and the recent &lt;em&gt;ujian bulanan&lt;/em&gt; marks. The usual, me scrutinizing his marks. “Pretty good,” I said “But have to improve your &lt;em&gt;bahasa melayu&lt;/em&gt;.” He just cant win… ^.^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/9593/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Karate Wongs. Hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/400/891509/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ze 4 musketeers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant wait to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo, lil' bro. I know I tell you this every birthday and you may be sick of hearing it again, but here it is again… &lt;strong&gt;Don’t grow up too fast ok?&lt;/strong&gt; Missing you heaps. Roller Coaster Tycoon is just not fun without you to share my park trophies with..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/214563/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant believe he's turning 14 this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-117014684907676254?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/117014684907676254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=117014684907676254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117014684907676254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117014684907676254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/01/daniel-my-brother.html' title='Daniel, my brother'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-117005908268788755</id><published>2007-01-29T20:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:24:42.706+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the mundane moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I walked around, searching and raking my brain trying to remember when was the last time i saw the keys in my hand. But nothing came to me. I retraced my steps, looking to see if it might have fallen onto the roadside or worse.. if the street-sweep have already taken them to ANTZ-Utopia with it. I feared for the worst. At the end of the day, it was a matter of $$$, time, but most of all, losing the trust of my parents. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my keys. The only set of car keys. Oh no.. they could be anywhere!! *Think think* When was the last time that i saw them? *shaking head* I dont remember &gt;.&lt; What do i do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted Theresa if she could help me go to Glassons and ask. That was our last stop.And because i didnt have the house key either, i climbed into the flat through Paul's window, put my shopping down, changed out of sandals into sport shoes. And i ran. I ran as fast as i could because it was around the time that shops would be closing. We went to Glassons, Kmart, JayJays. The other shops were already closed. I was distressed. &lt;em&gt;Where could they be? How could i have done such a silly careless thing? If only i had heeded the thought before i went out to take a handbag with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home flattened. Tried calling the Merc car company and they couldnt do anything. So i called Beggs and after a discussion, they realised that they couldnt get a locksmith for the car because of the model and kind. And that locksmith only works on weekdays. &lt;em&gt;It could take days, up to weeks, they said. And i'm estimating at least $200 to $500. &lt;/em&gt;*eye bulges* Shoots. So that was that. For the day. Went to the police station and nope, no one had handed in lost keys. I went there twice.  So that was it... I called Jimmy, the middle-man who sold Dad the car, and the words that came out of his mouth were "&lt;em&gt;You must be joking.."&lt;/em&gt; I felt horrible enough already :( Beating myself up for it.. I went to sleep thinking about it, trying to recall still where i went and where it could possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then i remembered going to Kmart. A big warehouse-y Kmart and looking at navy-coloured long pants for Paul... and... slightly distinctively, placing the keys, wallet and cellphone on the next pile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i woke up. I spent the next 2 hours tossing and turning in bed, asking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God, i'm trying to remember when was the last time i &lt;em&gt;placed &lt;/em&gt;the keys down to look at something..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LACE!! The Fabric Store. I had put the keys, wallet and cellphone down to look at lace. &lt;br /&gt;And it was like God just planted a flash-back vision in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But God, what if i'm wrong? What if i go there and it isnt there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, if it's not there, then i'll direct you to what to do next..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there. Just right next to the lace. Just as He reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back now in awe at the miracle. I would not have remembered if it wasnt for Him. In all that thanks and gratefulness, what stands out most of all is the fact that while i was just browsing through the many patterns of lace, trying to decide which one to buy, God was watching over me. He saw, (i believe) in slow motion, as i put the things in my hand down, only to pick all up but one. The keys. He was there. He saw in that mundane moment, the frown on my face as i compared patterns, boring not-very-important "stuff", and yet important enough to remember me. To watch over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i stand in awe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-117005908268788755?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/117005908268788755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=117005908268788755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117005908268788755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/117005908268788755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/01/mundane-moments.html' title='the mundane moments'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116902401887121809</id><published>2007-01-17T21:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:53:38.893+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/1600/983775/DSCN5218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/400/812925/DSCN5218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have reached out Your hand. I will go through this with You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116902401887121809?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116902401887121809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116902401887121809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116902401887121809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116902401887121809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116871277438696277</id><published>2007-01-14T07:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:26:14.403+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking through you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm looking through you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where did you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought i knew you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what did i know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont look different but you have changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm looking through you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking through me and i dont see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116871277438696277?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116871277438696277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116871277438696277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116871277438696277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116871277438696277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-looking-through-you.html' title='I&apos;m looking through you'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116825055756462623</id><published>2007-01-08T22:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:10:25.776+13:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/1600/29243/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/667070/wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Vows sealed on earth signify a covenant made in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tim and Kate were married last Saturday at Aramoana Beach, about 10 minutes out of Port Charmers. It was a simple but very pretty wedding. The weather was purrfect, seeing that the forecast was rain (which did POUR like 10 minutes after the ceremony ended) but God is the Creator of the world. Thank you =) I went to the wedding with Jian and Josh, and i must say that they looked good, even though they felt overdressed. Still... i dont think so. Hee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* Working life *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shant dwell on what's difficult or hard. Challenging myself today. So i say i trust Him always. Really? It was really hard at work today. I dont want to put the blame on anyone because different people have different characters and thus react differently if were placed in the same situation. But today was definitely not one of my best days. As turmoil churned in my heart, i wondered "What am i doing here? God, i just need You to show me You're here." If you've not noticed, it's so easy to say words of encouragement to friends when they're not feeling in tip top condition. But when it happens to you? &lt;em&gt;Moi&lt;/em&gt;?? At that point in time, i wasnt sure what to expect anymore. And i remembered the Psalmist "Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil. For You are with me. Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It hasnt been that long since i started working, slightly over 3 weeks, but definitely been a time of testing. And so i constantly remind myself the meaning of bearing my cross. I know this cannot be compared to so many others in persecuted countries for Jesus, but at the moment, my mission is NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His grace is sufficient for me. His strength is made perfect in my weakness.&lt;/em&gt; Hang in there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/960920/backet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where it started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mark 14:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116825055756462623?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116825055756462623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116825055756462623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116825055756462623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116825055756462623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116720935013209813</id><published>2006-12-27T21:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:49:10.133+13:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting for my sister...</title><content type='html'>1. What's your phone brand?&lt;br /&gt;Nokia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the last 3 digits in your cell phone number?&lt;br /&gt;349&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Hey ange! Yeah... just got here before dinner. passed the stuff to your cousin n met doris.. trying to locate the bubble tea place now :p (Jess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's the first person under M?&lt;br /&gt;Madam Janet Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the last person you rang?&lt;br /&gt;Donny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;(no number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's the 2nd person under D?&lt;br /&gt;Dana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Ok. (Cheekins NZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is the second last person under J?Justin T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to your sent items. What does the 10th message say?&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's good ( to Cheekins NZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's the 4th person under S?&lt;br /&gt;Shahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who's your network provider?&lt;br /&gt;Vodafone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How many messages are currently in your inbox? 680&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you have as your background?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fraser's Latherus (cute doggie!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the second person under R?Raina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;br /&gt;No one... i only have speed dial 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you're on prepaid, how much credit do you have left?&lt;br /&gt;$4.36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is the last person under C?&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;4/4 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Nokia tune. How original can a person get :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116720935013209813?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116720935013209813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116720935013209813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116720935013209813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116720935013209813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/12/while-waiting-for-my-sister.html' title='While waiting for my sister...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116701173190852069</id><published>2006-12-25T14:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T21:32:30.096+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Out into the real world...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes not sure to be myself or to be my real&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;self. me. Is that the same as the worldly me vs the more godly one? Or wait a minute... which is the &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said "be in the world but not &lt;em&gt;of &lt;/em&gt;the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to express my work day in two versions: the nice or the not-so-nice. Working life is very much more different than i thought. I found it pretty stressful and extremely busy, and i'm not sure if this is because i started at one of the busiest times of the year, the week before Christmas. But for whatever reason, the most important thing is for ME to have a positive, learning and Christlike attitude in everything i do. Especially during the first few days of work, i found myself meditating on Colossians 3:23. Just repeating the Word as i dispense, as i revise in my head what i need to remember to do, as i start my runs to Mercy, Francis Hodgkins and the Hospice. I know that wherever i am, whatever i do, God is with me. It's easier now that i've settled more into a routine, with my priority on contract dispensing. But i still have a gazillion things to learn. There's still so much to pick up on and remember, but in a year's time, i want to be able to look back and say "It has been a great year." &lt;em&gt;Thank you God for my colleagues... &lt;/em&gt;After my first day at work, my great Dad reminded me "Rejoice in the day that the Lord has made. Today has gone. Begin afresh tomorrow." And i try to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying for His wisdom, mercy and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isnt Christmas till it happens in your heart. What is the reason for this season? If it was all taken away, the tree and the lights, the presents and the people, the delicious turkey for dinner, that kiss under the mistletoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of a &lt;em&gt;significant somebody&lt;/em&gt; to become a nobody. Because me, who i had thought was a nobody, was actually a somebody to Him. Jesus, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad, Mum and Daniel have left today. I missed you guys very very much...  :'( A lot lot lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116701173190852069?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116701173190852069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116701173190852069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116701173190852069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116701173190852069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/12/out-into-real-world.html' title='Out into the real world...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116633780430109774</id><published>2006-12-17T19:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:43:24.303+13:00</updated><title type='text'>So you're moving?? =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/1600/782863/moving%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/277877/moving%20house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116633780430109774?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116633780430109774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116633780430109774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116633780430109774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116633780430109774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-youre-moving.html' title='So you&apos;re moving?? =('/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116633478496354372</id><published>2006-12-17T18:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:37:22.270+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans - Beautiful Boy by John Lennon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe it's over.. the Health Sciences graduation ceremony on the 9th December 2006. We were praying for good weather and guess what, by the time Dad, Mum and i came out from the Thanksgiving ceremony at Holy Name, the sun was beaming down on us!! It was awesome!! We were able to parade down George Street. It felt really odd to be one of the "red carpet celebrities" instead of being at the sideline taking pictures and waving to grab the attention of friends and family that were graduating. I thought that it would be a day when smiling would reflect how i felt inside and then later become a pasted expression on my face just cos, but i was surprised when i came home that day, smiling still, and realising that it was a genuine smile from the start till the end. And even better... my facial muscles werent sore at all!! Here's one for the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/375075/i%20love%20otago.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Otago!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, make that 3... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/340586/group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;buddies Lye Funn, Maryam and Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/481834/raining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;covering our heads with the graduation cap when it momentarily drizzled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/387472/from%20grandpa%27s%20camera%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with my siblings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aik Ming and his brother Yit Kiet (did i spell that right? &gt;.&lt;) came to Dunedin for a visit. He's still tall. And nope, i havent caught up and i dont think i ever will =P It was good to catch up and to be sitting in the lounge listening to &lt;em&gt;foochow foochow&lt;/em&gt; everywhere! =) It felt just like home. I hope that you had a good trip here. Keep up that exercise up Baldwin Street! Hee..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/253690/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the brothers up Baldwin Street (can you see the trickle of sweat down the side of my face? =P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I passed my driving test!!! So now i've got a full NZ drivers licence. *big grin* Thanks to my instructors Josh and Las, and thanks Josh for lending me your car. Now i can chaffeur you around ya? =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5957/1073/320/768782/with%20lf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Lye Funn in Waimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But one piece of sad news. Lye Funn has left for Waimate ='( It's hard to believe that we're all dispersed all over New Zealand: with Lye Funn in Waimate; Vic in Hawkes Bay; Megh, Maryam and Jean in Auckland. And not forgetting Fady in Sydney. I'm going to miss them a lot.. 4 years of Pharmacy completed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And my first day of work officially starts tomorrow!!! *excited*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116633478496354372?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116633478496354372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116633478496354372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116633478496354372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116633478496354372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/12/events.html' title='Events'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116548611550828627</id><published>2006-12-07T22:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:08:35.553+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stocktaking</title><content type='html'>You know you've been cooped in a supermarket too long when "&lt;em&gt;Cheesy&lt;/em&gt; Macaroni" puts a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-off job. Stocktaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I've never felt so alone in a while.. first counting cigarettes, on shelves and then in drawers, and then in that little corner counting boxes of chocolates. It would have been so much better if there was someone else with me. But all i could do for company is to look into the store from the checkout counters and try to catch a glimpse of another person wearing a blue vest like mine. But as the minutes passed, it got harder and harder... and eventually, i felt as though i was the only one left. It was good when i finished Location 504. Item count: 2971. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite airy fairy today and i dont like that very much. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as always, there's something to be thankful for. And i'm thankful for the hands to be able to work. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116548611550828627?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116548611550828627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116548611550828627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116548611550828627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116548611550828627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/12/stocktaking.html' title='Stocktaking'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116484652442292555</id><published>2006-11-30T13:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:39:07.063+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few interesting thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever I log into yahoomail, there’s this little man with glasses and purple pants that breakdances non-stop until the page loads. It must be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strange. If anyone had butter fingers, then i have butter feet. Do you know how many times i have fallen or &lt;em&gt;nearly &lt;/em&gt;fallen in the past 2 months?!? I even slipped on a piece of ham in Countdown! *ouch* and i have the bruise to prove it. Well, maybe not anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few interesting facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have managed to use up 1986 of the 2000 texts on TXT2000. And i thought that 2000 txts were a few hundred texts too many... guess i thought wrong. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am practising somersaults in the pool now! And the total volume of water going up my nose from one swim session is getting less and less. (Water only went up my nose 3 times this morning =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not so interesting.. i'm hungry =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and Daniel are arriving tomorrow *grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116484652442292555?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116484652442292555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116484652442292555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116484652442292555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116484652442292555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-interesting-thoughts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116461608353113086</id><published>2006-11-27T21:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:28:03.580+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's about time i updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia is sitting next to me in Burns and when i saw my blog page load on her screen, i said to her "Dont bother looking. I havent updated it. If you want, you can have a look 15 minutes from now." Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, i made 2 important passes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. My exams!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D X infinity (Can you see that i'm starting to build strong face muscles from grinning? Ok, i will replace 'face muscles' with the appropriate terminology once i've asked the Dent ppl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. Road code for driving test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started studying the night before. Josh said i could memorise the answers and quoting Chia "It's common sense." But with the little that i remember for Road Law theory (that was 4 years ago) and the lack of practice (4 times in 4 years... what's with the number 4??), i thought it would have been good for me to have studied through the book anyway. And so i did. I wanted to get in first thing in the morning when AA opened at 8.30am to book my practical asap. That way i can be sure to be prepared with a full driver's licence before i start work in January, which is a requirement. =S I started at 9.30pm, fell asleep by 10.45pm (it was supposed to be a "nap"). Woke up at 7am with the intention to study. Didnt happen. Back to sleep until 8am. Woke up with a jolt and decided i needed to start revising. In the next 2 hours, i ate chocolate to stay awake and took a total of 3 10-15 minute naps. And after a long queue at the AA, i passed with one mistake. =) Now i'm booked in for the 14th December at 10.15am for my practical exam. So they say practise makes perfect aye?? ;) Oh yes, downside of this, gotta see the optometrist on Wednesday. *ka-ching!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Mum and Daniel are arriving tomorrow in Chch at noon, and will be driving down on Thursday. Ok, i should go to Video Ezy now and borrow Cars so that we can watch it when Neil's down. Ooo...i cant wait to see how he's sprouted vertically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm really feeling quite tired now. I think it's because i'm not used to sitting in front of a computer for more than 30 minutes, not since my exams anyway. Dups..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116461608353113086?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116461608353113086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116461608353113086' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116461608353113086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116461608353113086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116346277458725440</id><published>2006-11-14T11:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T13:29:19.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sulyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Sulyn's official birthday. Hip hip hooray to the awesome girl who's just turned 21!! (blowing imaginary party whistle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/with%20Chia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Wong sisters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we headed for &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/high%20tide.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I spent the earlier part of the night table hopping and taking pictures of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/wine%20glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/Sulyn%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the birthday girl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/3%20J%27s%20and%20an%20A.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 J's and and A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/my%20table.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and had &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/salmon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mmm..... finger lickin' good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and then more table hopping and talking to people i badly need to catch up with, like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/with%20Gina.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But at the end of the night, despite all the &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/ice%20cube.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/drinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nah, i'm just joking... hee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/400/Slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a toast... to the one and only...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/sulyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sulyn &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay beautiful, girl! Many blessing headed your way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jeremiah 31:3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116346277458725440?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116346277458725440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116346277458725440' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116346277458725440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116346277458725440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-sulyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Sulyn!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116286413975662679</id><published>2006-11-07T14:33:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:48:59.796+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/untitled.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/untitled.12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two roads diverged in the yellow woods...and i chose the one less travelled by - Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My cold is getting better. Now coughing up yucky stuff and blowing my nose every 3 minutes. I feel like a phelgm-making machine...honest! I do! I'm on my second box of tissues and at the rate that i'm going, i'll be on my third one in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like Justin's blog. It makes me laugh... *random me* =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116286413975662679?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116286413975662679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116286413975662679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116286413975662679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116286413975662679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-roads-diverged-in-yellow-woods.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116262946193847412</id><published>2006-11-04T20:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:37:42.026+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol and I dont mix well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/untitled.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/untitled.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Albert Arms - P4 Class Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archers Lime. Yum but left me pretty woozy. I remember most about what happened that night. But my flatmates, Josh and Jian were pretty amused by some of the things i said. Unfortunately, that part's a bit blur to me. =P Best sleep ever tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels crap to be ill. I am not sure where I caught it from, but it started last Thursday night. First, it was the slight cold and the next thing I knew, I woke up the next morning with a full-blown flu. Headache, sore throat, blocked nose and all. It felt horrible!! I cant remember the last time that I was this ill. So for the first time in my life, I popped in pain-killers on a regular basis. First it was Codalgin, and then I decided to start with paracetamol without the codeine. So when I detoured to the supermarket, I picked up a packet of fast-acting Panadol. It helped mildly, so I went to the pharmacy and picked up Codral night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a one hour nap this afternoon (all the naps seem to merge into each other because I’ve been taking so many &gt;.&lt;) and i slipped into dream mode soon after nodding off. I was in someplace that looked like Alaska. There was snow everywhere! And i was standing, looking at the view in front of me, everything was white, a vast land in front of me and a serene lake that was frozen over. I remember standing there, astonished at the scenery. A white polar bear was walking towards me from afar, and it was calling my name. And so i walked towards it. Hehe...like a scene from Brother Bear. The closer the polar bear walked towards me, the more familiar its voice sounded. It sounded... it sounded... a lot like... Kevin?? o.O I was awoken from my dream by him calling my name as he came up the stairs. I laughed to myself at how my dream and reality had collided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel much better now. I'm trying not to pass my germs around. Having my sister over for the holidays is such a joy. Poking fun at each other and laughing over the special features of 13 Going On 30. Sleeping a lot and having a lot of things in my room to tidy and rearrange. I'm doing this bit by bit =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116262946193847412?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116262946193847412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116262946193847412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116262946193847412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116262946193847412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/11/alcohol-and-i-dont-mix-well.html' title='Alcohol and I dont mix well'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116212487747807659</id><published>2006-10-30T01:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:43:08.176+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/Hugging%20piggy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.15am and surprisingly awake to do Law. Must be Chia's sweet tea =) But i'll be going home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh brought me my hot water bottle and Chia's tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting quite warm in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Chinese songs with Ruth's earphones cos mine are too short. Not distracted because i dont understand Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last paper tomorrow... the paper is the threshold i need to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to wake up early again tomorrow to continue preparing. Dont think i can go to the gym anymore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my eyebags miraculously clear up before our class dinner tomorrow night at Albert Arms... or please have rather dim lighting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's sleeping...Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who's still awake (I'm sitting next to Ruth and Stella, and Brendan and Eve are here too...)...Good morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116212487747807659?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116212487747807659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116212487747807659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116212487747807659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116212487747807659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/randoms.html' title='Randoms...'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116202126979290170</id><published>2006-10-28T20:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:44:03.783+13:00</updated><title type='text'>afloat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/ripples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/ripples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting... wanting... longing... drifting.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With each passing paper, i find it harder and harder to concentrate. Especially yesterday. I couldnt sit still and honestly, i could have bet that there were ants in my pants! Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was sitting in front of the computers last night surfing and reading blogs, something i have not done in a VERY long time. Laughing my head off *ha ha plop* reading my sister's blog and some other bloggers. Some people just write the randomest things! Honestly!! But so funny!! :D I think Josh sitting next to me must have thought i'd gone bonkers! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's coming tomorrow.... YAY!! I hope she doesnt put her cold feet on my stomach again when i'm just about to go to sleep. Hee... Me can't wait! (No, i dont the cold feet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, focus Ange!! Back to Law... *sniff sniff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116202126979290170?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116202126979290170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116202126979290170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116202126979290170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116202126979290170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/afloat.html' title='afloat'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116193674104291105</id><published>2006-10-27T21:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:12:21.060+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My spirit stirred when i saw your picture and sadness overwhelmed me. What are you doing to yourself? Do you realise your parents love you so much and are hoping for you? It wasnt about the past anymore. What is gone is gone. Let us forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If i could i'd reach into that picture and take the cigarette out of your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116193674104291105?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116193674104291105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116193674104291105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116193674104291105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116193674104291105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-spirit-stirred-when-i-saw-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116184481738337061</id><published>2006-10-26T19:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:40:17.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway there</title><content type='html'>Two down, two more to go. I've got my 3rd paper tomorrow at 2.30pm. PHCY 473B i.e. essay!!! In times like these, it's like *breathe breathe* and i remember what Ann said last year during Orals. I wonder if i should be studying with someone so that when they ask something, i am alluded to something that i do not know i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had prayer meeting tonight and mainly prayed for the whole exam hu-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Philippians 4:8-9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, whatever is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;noble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, whatever is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, whatever is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, whatever is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, whatever is &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;admirable&lt;/span&gt;—if anything is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;praiseworthy&lt;/span&gt;—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—&lt;strong&gt;put it into practice&lt;/strong&gt;. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be encouraged! I was just thinking of how there was still so much to do and to go through on Tuesday, after Paper A and so instantaneously, i walked into Glassons and Kmart. And when i was aimlessly looking at pretty bags and clothes and the &lt;strong&gt;"so much to do!!"&lt;/strong&gt; on my mind made all that i was looking at hazy and blur, the song "Dont worry, be happy.." came on the speakers. I just had to smile =) When they say that God works in mysterious ways, i can vouch for that... He sure does!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116184481738337061?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116184481738337061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116184481738337061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116184481738337061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116184481738337061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway there'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116124300709933741</id><published>2006-10-19T20:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:30:07.126+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just deleted my post accidentally. Dups... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, God brought me through my Orals =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update again when i am not so angry at myself for pressing the wrong key. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116124300709933741?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116124300709933741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116124300709933741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116124300709933741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116124300709933741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-deleted-my-post-accidentally.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116087525405431776</id><published>2006-10-15T14:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:03:57.023+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous?</title><content type='html'>Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we had our Elective symposium. A whole year's worth of work in one presentation and one report. The countless number of hours we spent on 8th floor and lunches that we've missed. But it's all over. Already! It's still taking time to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bind the report on Friday night that was altogether 139 pages long (The real report is actually only 60 pages but we have a lot to put into the appendix =P). I carried it as though it was a sack of gold. =) So happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thank you to our supervisor Dr Pauline Norris, who was the biggest help EVER and a word to whoever is her elective group next year.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;. Really, she is just awesome! And not forgetting Stewart for putting up with us on 8th floor as we took over the PHd room for 8 months, and Dr James Green for being such a sport with the guidelines. To my elective group members:&lt;br /&gt;Jean&lt;br /&gt;Lye Funn&lt;br /&gt;Fady&lt;br /&gt;Maryam&lt;br /&gt;Meghna&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys =D And to think that our work will be published in a journal!! *excited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/untitled.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now time to study for Orals on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116087525405431776?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116087525405431776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116087525405431776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116087525405431776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116087525405431776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/famous.html' title='Famous?'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116060057787332862</id><published>2006-10-12T09:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:02:57.893+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my shooting star</title><content type='html'>To look at all things beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a shooting star last night =) My first shooting star. It was&lt;em&gt; beautiful &lt;/em&gt;and for that one moment in time, all my worries vanished. I imagine what it would have been if i decided to take a ride home instead of walking back with Ruth from the library. I would have missed that shooting star. As i was walking home, i prayed for a few people who were on my mind then, and i looked up at the vast sky. The darkness and the stars in that far off distance. To imagine that there is a whole &lt;em&gt;universe &lt;/em&gt;out there. Suddenly feeling so small and yet so significant, because the God who made all that black and shiny pretty stuff out there know me. ME! And even more so... &lt;em&gt;loves me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116060057787332862?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116060057787332862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116060057787332862' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116060057787332862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116060057787332862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-are-my-shooting-star.html' title='You are my shooting star'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116034217557685245</id><published>2006-10-09T10:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:23:26.296+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternal instincts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/blossoms.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/blossoms.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spring is here!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/blossoms.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish i could have a girl worth fighting for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this song running through my head ever since i first stepped into the shower 2 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dream last night. I dreamt that i was holding a little baby boy. Probably about 8 months old.. definitely less than a year. I can still remember his warm little body as i held him close to me and how his head rested on my shoulder. I can still smell the talcum powder and milk-ish smell that baby's have. It was so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116034217557685245?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116034217557685245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116034217557685245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116034217557685245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116034217557685245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/maternal-instincts.html' title='Maternal instincts'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116020417141931063</id><published>2006-10-07T19:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:56:11.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'>For the strength to sustain me</title><content type='html'>It was a really good swim this morning. They hadnt partitioned the pool so i swam the 50m length.. FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!! I'm so excited i cant wait to tell Ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia would know. How we were enrolled in swimming lessons at Sarawak Golf Club since we were tiny tots. It was always Saturday afternoons, after our afternoon nap. I would be so excited to go to the pool and Dad would group all the 3 of us together (Daniel was yet to come :D) in the kids' bedroom and with the air-conditioning on, Dad would say "Ok, time for a nap." I'd reply "But i cant sleep!! (too excited to go swimming) and Dad would say "But if you don't sleep now, you'd fall asleep in the swimming pool!" For a 7 year old, that made a lot of sense. To me anyway =P The Saturdays would roll by, and our class of tots grew fewer and fewer until it was just me a couple of others. My sister would go go the &lt;em&gt;big &lt;/em&gt;pool. Ooooh... But i'd always be to scared to let go of the ledge lest i drown (when i stood up, the water would reach my ribs) and so of the many years and $$$ paid to teach me how to swim, that was it. Always to scared to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a different story now. Yes, i haven't totally conquered my fear of &lt;em&gt;big big big big water&lt;/em&gt;, but i'd swim. And i swam my first 100m freestyle today!! =)) *thanks Josh for making me practice kicking with the paddle pop* I remember when i first told Mum i'd swim 15 laps froggie *thanks Jess*, she said "I knew you'd be fine. You have the stamina." I'm not sure if i agree. I think she said it because she thinks my long distance running &lt;em&gt;yonks &lt;/em&gt;ago has somehow etched a stamina in me, forever. But...what i dont have in speed, i make up with the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; stamina of mine. =) I'm happy and thankful for Him.. God gave me the opportunity to run and swim and jump around and around and around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments i feel that God has made us all "endurers" and to run the race with our eyes on the Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But for now, i'm not sure if i can endure this on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116020417141931063?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116020417141931063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116020417141931063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116020417141931063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116020417141931063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-strength-to-sustain-me.html' title='For the strength to sustain me'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-116008489718523896</id><published>2006-10-06T10:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T10:48:17.383+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The G.O.D. factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/sun.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/sun.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mercies are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness! - Lamentations 3:23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire day looking at computer screens yesterday. The Elective symposium is next Friday and i've figured out that it's not just us that are going full on with it. All the eye bags and "I'm going home to sleep" are starting to show.. well, come to think about it, it's always kinda been anyway =P But i'm really excited for that day. Our group will be the first group up of 12 group presenting that day. We'll be rehearsing our rough draft of the powerpoint presentation and (hopefully) finishing up the report today as well. Casting my nerves and anxieties unto Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Anthony. Awesome man of God! And i was so convicted by his testimonial and sharing on Sunday night. It was particularly when he talked about what we are doing to fulfil the Great Comission. How we are in His family, His grace and His love and yet so many people around us will not be able to share Heaven at the end of our walk on earth. How awesome and precious, we are made to have a relationship with our Father in heaven and experience Him. I thought of Women's Prison Ministry and how it was something that i wanted to embark on at the start of the year. And then i heard &lt;em&gt;"What about your elective group?" &lt;/em&gt;and my heart sank. My elective group consist of my best friends in Pharmacy School. The ones i've worked with in group projects, studied together, spent hours in Pharmacy School on weekends, sharing life together. And yet half of them do not know Jesus. I was convicted before, but now even more so. It's only a week of school left *yikes* and after that 2 weeks of exams. I may not see some of them ever again. So i know what i've gotta do. I &lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;to do this. &lt;em&gt;Oh yeah... bring it on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Holy Spirit, help me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-116008489718523896?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/116008489718523896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=116008489718523896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116008489718523896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/116008489718523896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/god-factor.html' title='The G.O.D. factor'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115983576255954972</id><published>2006-10-03T13:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:44:17.463+13:00</updated><title type='text'>At Bennu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/1600/untitled.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/untitled.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with Eunice at Bennu. Coffee next time? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/ongs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the Ong brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a drowsy-ish day for me. For some reason, although i did get 7 hours of sleep last night, i woke up feeling extremely lethargic. I really dislike feeling this way.. Sometimes i wonder if i could ask God to extend a few more hours in to my day. That's why is called &lt;em&gt;wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few photos taken at Bennu. Unfortunately, i didnt take a lot of photos with my camera. Which reminds me.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to get more photos off Eunice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115983576255954972?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115983576255954972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115983576255954972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115983576255954972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115983576255954972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-bennu.html' title='At Bennu'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115967190012147404</id><published>2006-10-01T15:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:22:07.190+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/rocher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up your hands if you like chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got both hands in the air. If i had a third, i'd put it up too. Thanks Dorothy! =D Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's here!!! Touchdown on Wednesday and Ah Chung drove her down last Friday. I was so happy to see her i had to hold back my tears. Luckily &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;was teary and that gave me a reason to be "strong" and not cry. :) I can laugh when i think of it now, how Paul looked at me and said "Boy, she's excited! Dont see her like that everyday..." and i just thought to myself how i had to hold it back if not you'll get &lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;sisters bawling their eyes out at the happiness of seeing each other after...one, two, three *counting fingers*...&lt;strong&gt;EIGHT &lt;/strong&gt;months! She got me a pair of pink heels too! &lt;em&gt;Pointy &lt;/em&gt;pink heels. :P And.. and... not only that... she bought a 1 litre bottle of Baileys!!! I'm no alcoholic (really!!) but i think i'll save it till she comes down again. Then i can drink and be merry and go straight to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy weekend, and she had to leave on Saturday noon cos Ah Chung is starting work on Monday. Imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Yes, Ah Chung, i see you're an hour late on your first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chung: Yes, but it's just an hour. It's ok *Russell Peters style* *waves it off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very nice to have them around. Ah Chung's car is so big! It's like a big dark silver mushroom... and it smells like D's car. I like your car :D It was a busy weekend, and having a test earlier on didnt help very much. I dont think i did very well in that test, my fault. Just pray i'll pass. :S We were rushing off here and there, Gina's 22nd &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, GINA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You looked superb!&lt;/span&gt; *wink*, Theresa's 21st &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sweet sweet Theresa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST GIRL!&lt;/span&gt; and swimming on Saturday morning, potluck lunch before they sing "and i'm leaving in a Mazda.." For all the laughter and trying on clothes and sharing a bed and retelling the story at Changi airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me miss you! I'm glad you're back. See you soon Cheekins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/untitled%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pink shoezies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115967190012147404?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115967190012147404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115967190012147404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115967190012147404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115967190012147404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-back.html' title='You&apos;re back!'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115959648691593508</id><published>2006-09-30T18:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T18:08:06.916+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that the black background and white font was starting to hurt my eyes. So i decided to change =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115959648691593508?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115959648691593508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115959648691593508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115959648691593508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115959648691593508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realised-that-black-background-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115741442753560208</id><published>2006-09-05T11:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:00:27.600+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ifs and Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>With job applications and studying and elective and everything else going on, it gets quite overwhelming some times, especially when i think of them all at once. I think it's worst when my mind, in the middle of lecture, shifts and thinks of another issue like "Oh, i need to remember to.. " It's super annoying and extremely distracting. &lt;strong&gt;I need another week off!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to Nad's Hillsongs United "Look To You" CD. It's calming. It is. &lt;em&gt;All i need is You, Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. With Lifegroups and prayer meetings and just the excitement of getting our elective together. It's gonna get busier and therefore i'm setting aside a stash of adrenaline to keep me going already. A time to be stretched and moments like these, i really just cant keep all my thoughts and emotions inside. I'd either explode or revert into a quiet mousey existence. But isnt life like that at times? I'm glad God doesnt change. He is the anchor that holds my ship even when i dont want to be held steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all these hopes and dreams and at this very moment, they look like a distant cloud away. I want to hold and grasp them, but i cant. My fingers slip right through. Then i remember Proverbs "A man plans his ways but the Lord directs his steps." I can only bow my head in obedience and walk beside the One who loves me. I wonder where i will be next year. I do not doubt that He will provide the job where He wants me to be, where i can grow, where my next mission and ministry is. I have all these questions i want answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so i do. I dont want to rush against His timing. But is it wrong to pray to know sooner? I look at my flatmates. Moments when we laugh or just talk. Having fellowship over dinner. And i this stirring in my heart says "I want to be here. I want to be with these people." This is my 4th year flatting, and honestly, i cannot thank God enough for the flatmates that He has blessed me so richly with. I look at the people around me, my lifegroup (now knowing how silly i look playing DDR. Hee =P), swimming on Saturday mornings with Kev, Josh and Ruth, homegroup and the familiarity of places and the feeling of just&lt;em&gt; being at home&lt;/em&gt;. My second home. I look around me and i tell God, "Lord, i dont want to go away. But Your will be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but psychologically and emotionally prepare myself to leave this place and the people that i have come to call Home. That i now call Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115741442753560208?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115741442753560208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115741442753560208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115741442753560208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115741442753560208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/09/ifs-and-goodbyes.html' title='Ifs and Goodbyes'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115663847703804040</id><published>2006-08-27T12:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:08:05.206+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;List of &lt;strong&gt;EXCUSES&lt;/strong&gt; for not updating:&lt;br /&gt;1. busy (really!!)&lt;br /&gt;2. laptop not well so not very convenient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, i think that's about all. Not that much of a "list" afterall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outreach night was more than just a student-style-reaching-out-to-people evangelical night. No no no. It &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; sooooo much more than that. To me, it was the night i saw Picture A. It was so clear and vivid there was no denying it. The vision that night, as we were praying from the back of the auditorium during altar call, was the audience, covered with black charcoal stuff that you get after scrubbing a burnt pot (please ask Nadia if you have never scrubbed a burnt pot). And something that looked like a ginormous fishing net that stretched from one end of the hall to the other, all the way to the back, rested gently. And as it lifted up, it took up all the black burnt bits from the people. Redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit i was very hesitant to tell of my testimony when Jon first approached me. My first thought was "I'm sure someone else can relate to Ping Ping's skit better than i could." But the more i prayed about it, the more i heard the "Go", the more i saw the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had no idea how i was going to go about it, all until the last minute. Though my sharing was prepared the day before, it underwent 4 major makeovers. At that point in time, i was still terrified of the thought of walking in town with passerbys knowing me. ME. The me that i didnt know existed until i came to Dunedin. I wanted the big &lt;strong&gt;TICK&lt;/strong&gt; (not kutu) from God. Got it. And so i went on stage that night. The spotlight is really the best thing for nerves and stomach butterflies after anti-anxiety drugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/ministry%20team.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ministry team&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/kitchen%20crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Krystal's Food team and the Kitchen crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/the%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's The Point team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday night Nad stayed up till midnight helping me make curry puffs for International service although she only had 2 hours of sleep the night (of should i say "morning") before. Nadia's like the little sister i never had. A Wong as well, i think to myself "Why not?" And the night before King's Ball, we had a trying-out-hair-pleats session which was so much fun! For me anyway. If i stretched Nad's face a bit while tugging at her hair, please dont point it out to her =P I promise i will un-stretch it back into place. I wish we both could spend more &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;girlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times together, but i trust that there will be a time for that, in the midst of studying, tests, assignments and Kevin stealing her bedroom slippers. From moments praying together, standing in the kitchen eating Nutella on toast with her cup on Milo, mix-matching clothes, moments painted on my canvas of Anzac Ave forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/camp%20nad%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/nad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nadia Wong &amp; Angie Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/flat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flatties (Kevin said he was going to wear a singlet, shorts and jandals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/Paul%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my brother, Paul (otherwise known as Paulie :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/w%20Chewy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's dance the Barracuda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5957/1073/320/5of%20us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only i could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115663847703804040?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115663847703804040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115663847703804040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115663847703804040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115663847703804040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/08/stretched.html' title='Stretched'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12584016.post-115641007431894111</id><published>2006-08-24T20:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:01:14.333+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont feel very good today. PMS + test + eating bad = moody :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12584016-115641007431894111?l=foreverfootprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/feeds/115641007431894111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12584016&amp;postID=115641007431894111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115641007431894111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12584016/posts/default/115641007431894111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foreverfootprints.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-feel-very-good-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00331638873922659907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
