<?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-6274063</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:02:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ookiisumo</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a look at the ordinary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</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>343</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1017421002837770657</id><published>2008-03-29T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T20:18:32.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MOVED TO WORDPRESS TOO.crick here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1017421002837770657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1017421002837770657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1017421002837770657' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2338012046477715335</id><published>2008-03-29T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:50:50.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You Lordby Dan BurgessThank You LordFor the trials that come my wayIn that way I can grow each dayAs I let You leadAnd I thank You LordFor the patience those trials bringIn that process of growingI can learn to careChorus:But it goes against the way I amTo put my human nature downAnd let the SpiritTake control of all I doFor when those trials comeMy human nature shouts the things to doAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2338012046477715335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2338012046477715335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2338012046477715335' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-346109619586689975</id><published>2008-03-18T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:57:39.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buy now, pay later With the planet dying of consumption, can a shift in our shopping habits save the day? If only it were that simple, sighs Jess Worth. &lt;!-- start /related_media.mc --&gt; Michael York &lt;!-- end /related_media.mc --&gt;When I was growing up, I remember my parents used to drink something called ‘Campaign Coffee’. Its name was always accompanied by a slight shudder because it was: a) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/346109619586689975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/346109619586689975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#346109619586689975' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-993906438583222453</id><published>2008-03-05T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:05:59.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New LinksI have updated the list of links on the left. check out the new Awareness section to find out about the causes I stand for and basically share my passion for one of the many aspects and applications of political science.happy surfing. =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/993906438583222453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/993906438583222453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#993906438583222453' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5844676139578912386</id><published>2008-03-02T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:50:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My schizophrenic bedroom window...Shows me these:one day..and this.........on another.I have one question.Mr. Bird............... WHAT DID YOU EAT??????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5844676139578912386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5844676139578912386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5844676139578912386' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6146016205892303590</id><published>2008-02-21T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T23:41:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you could marry a donut...Would you?WAIT.Don't answer me until you've eatenJ CO. (ignore the "healthy ingredients" section. all lies.)Raffles City Basement 1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6146016205892303590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6146016205892303590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6146016205892303590' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5611163941874305204</id><published>2008-02-04T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:28:25.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yayy!! CNY is here!!!Jean: *delirious with joy* Yayyyy!! CNY lai le! Holiday! Chalet! Food! BBQ! Incoming contributions to Jean-Goes-On-Exchange Fund! *oblivious to the unwelcoming presence of...*Political Science Readings: *scurries over* Jeannn!! Jeannnn!! Take me with you! If you don't read me through and through you won't do well for your studies! *Paris Hilton pose* I give you a hope and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5611163941874305204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5611163941874305204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5611163941874305204' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8464328105336492557</id><published>2008-01-31T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:46:22.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Treasures in Jars of Clay2 Corinthians 4"Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God. And even if our gospel is veiled, it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8464328105336492557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8464328105336492557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#8464328105336492557' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5123860517639923762</id><published>2008-01-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:55:43.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Life Thus Far...oh hello! why, yes, it's week ONE of school. why do you ask?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5123860517639923762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5123860517639923762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5123860517639923762' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5525565912201414858</id><published>2007-12-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:31:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhotosNiece JerleneNephew Cheng ChengNephew Marcus (warning: damn fat and cute)Pretty Christmas tree at Central @ Clark Quay</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5525565912201414858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5525565912201414858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#5525565912201414858' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1320899184146056619</id><published>2007-12-29T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:50:08.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meta 07It is exhilirating to lead worship in front of 500 people, and in front of God.It is joyous to be called into full-time ministry.It is life-transforming to know Jesus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1320899184146056619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1320899184146056619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1320899184146056619' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-7633413564343703863</id><published>2007-12-22T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:05:57.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ratatouille BedsheetI bought Ratatouille bedsheet on impulse at Plaza Sing's John Little sale (located at the central atrium area)! it was only $18.40 (without quilt cover).my favourite part is the labels on the pillow and bolster cases..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7633413564343703863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7633413564343703863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7633413564343703863' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8129973354163290779</id><published>2007-12-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:43:50.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe Hisaishi - Tonari no Totoro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8129973354163290779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8129973354163290779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8129973354163290779' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1835973062166532579</id><published>2007-11-28T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:21:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While we were still sinners..Christ died for us.I found a friend's profile on facebook yesterday.. We don't talk anymore, and I'm not exactly her favourite person on earth, but it occured to me that she happened to be present at one of the most important moments of my life.You see, she had witnessed my conversion into a Christian. We were only Sec 1 then.. just us 3, sitting in that classroom in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1835973062166532579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1835973062166532579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1835973062166532579' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6311196061053077946</id><published>2007-11-18T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:55:19.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel...A raving rabbid. insert "ArrgghHhHh". if its not yet in your Nintendo DS, you're missing out on a good laugh.i need a good "ArrrggGgHhh" because i have a 2000-word-limit essay and i've written 2800. how in the world should i cut one third of an already-concise essay off?!?!boohoohoo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6311196061053077946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6311196061053077946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6311196061053077946' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2637475026578186596</id><published>2007-11-03T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:55:32.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids in this generation...need to watch Captain Planet more than we do. They need to teach their parents to recycle... to bring recycling bags to NTUC even though it isn't the second wednesday of the month.Maybe they should have like.. a new Captain Planet movie, with some revamping and updating. Make it 3D, give the Planeteers a makeover, and give Captain Planet new hair dye. Make the setting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2637475026578186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2637475026578186596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2637475026578186596' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6610487541600420319</id><published>2007-11-02T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:20:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Extreme MakeoverI took the liberty (actually, sheer audacity) of turning myself and some of my closest, dearest loved ones into the chummy, yellow, wide-eyed, 2D creatures we call the Simpsons.BEHOLD the transformation!.........................LydeaTreeXueliMeto those I have yet to victimize...DON'T LAUGH. I HAVE YOUR FACEBOOK PHOTO.be careful what you tag.and for those unperturbed by my threat, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6610487541600420319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6610487541600420319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6610487541600420319' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8023302466988859673</id><published>2007-10-30T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:02:29.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HARIBOI love Haribo Roulette. I really do. the way it stretches but never breaks, the way its so chewy.... its different fruit flavors that actually taste like the fruit and not just like sugar, the clear wrapper with the big white words, red rims and that yellow bear bear.. the way I like to dig and choose until I find the one with as little white gummies as possible, the way I finish one roll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8023302466988859673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8023302466988859673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8023302466988859673' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-260228254137469383</id><published>2007-10-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:14:12.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 103Of David.1 Praise the LORD, O my soul;   all my inmost being, praise His holy name.2 Praise the LORD, O my soul,   and forget not all His benefits-3 who forgives all your sins   and heals all your diseases,4 who redeems your life from the pit   and crowns you with love and compassion,5 who satisfies your desires with good things   so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.6 The LORD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/260228254137469383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/260228254137469383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#260228254137469383' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-7673093740892759296</id><published>2007-10-11T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:22:56.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nichole Nordeman - You Are Good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7673093740892759296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7673093740892759296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7673093740892759296' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8800868894530462679</id><published>2007-10-02T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:24:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Massacre @ SMUWe interrupt this program to bring you groundbreaking news!A bloody massacre occured today at Singapore Management University's School of Economics at approximately 10.05 am. The bloodbath lasted for 85 minutes. It all began when a certain Professor A. declared war on the students of ECON107 Applied Econometrics by issuing a test paper. Upon receiving the said item, students were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8800868894530462679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8800868894530462679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8800868894530462679' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-4543640907801907105</id><published>2007-10-01T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:31:33.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ECON107Tomorrow, I will be sitting for my Applied Econometrics mid-term test that will make up 25% of my grade. I can't confidently say I'm well prepared for it, considering how much I really HATE anything remotely related to quantitative economics.. but I'd like to think that I've studied what i could.I guess it's quite brave of me to be blogging now, notes and books and calculator already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4543640907801907105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4543640907801907105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4543640907801907105' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6269292733685041794</id><published>2007-09-27T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T11:47:32.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Photolog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6269292733685041794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6269292733685041794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6269292733685041794' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5460566363631841080</id><published>2007-09-25T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:26:37.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dying To Selfby Viv HibbertWhen you are forgotten or neglected, or purposely set at naughtand you don't sting and hurt with the insult but your heart is happybeing counted worthy to suffer for Christ....That is dying to self.When your good is evil spoken of, when your wishes are crossed,your advice disregarded, your opinion ridiculed andyou refuse to let anger rise in your heart, or even defend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5460566363631841080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5460566363631841080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5460566363631841080' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6047049498273459128</id><published>2007-09-13T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:30:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Throne of God Above</title><summary type='text'>							Before the Throne of God aboveI have a strong and perfect pleaA great High Priest whose Name is LoveWho ever lives and pleads for meMy name is graven on His handsMy name is written on His heartI know that while in Heav'n He standsNo tongue can bid me thence departNo tongue can bid me thence departWhen Satan tempts me to despairAnd tells me of the guilt withinUpward I look and see Him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6047049498273459128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6047049498273459128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6047049498273459128' title='Before the Throne of God Above'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1236583329894191151</id><published>2007-08-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:59:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Your Neighbor as YourselfThe greatest commandment the Lord gave to us to love Him "with all our heart and with all our soul and with all our mind" is challenging in itself, but if I were to think about what He has been trying to teach me in this season, it is the second greatest commandment - to love my neighbor as myself.I would like to believe that I am a fairly amicable person who is nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1236583329894191151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1236583329894191151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1236583329894191151' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6955978009436222312</id><published>2007-08-12T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:31:59.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Deep The Father's Love For Us - Stuart Townend</title><summary type='text'>							How deep the Father's love for usHow vast beyond all measureThat He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing lossThe Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the chosen OneBring many sons to gloryBehold the Man upon the crossMy sin upon His shouldersAshamed, I hear my mocking voiceCall out among the scoffersIt was my sin that held Him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6955978009436222312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6955978009436222312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6955978009436222312' title='How Deep The Father&amp;#39;s Love For Us - Stuart Townend'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6496286315510509341</id><published>2007-08-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:31:48.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FaithfulnessI believe that at some point of our Christian lives, we will ask ourselves "How different would life have been if I had not believed in Jesus?"In fact, i think it is a cause of worry if you who profess to be a believer has never asked that question, because then it may mean that you do not feel your life has been changed by Jesus. truth is, no one who ever truly knows Him will ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6496286315510509341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6496286315510509341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6496286315510509341' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8293205000491469215</id><published>2007-07-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:57:56.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CM 2007 (Final Part)4th July 2007Today was also America's Independence Day, and one American brother decided to celebrate in a very special way..We also toured around at the Global Connexion Fair, where countries represented at CM each had a booth that promoted their local ministries and culture. Outside BEXCO there were also tents where you can try out different kinds of korean-ish things. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8293205000491469215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8293205000491469215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8293205000491469215' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-843575781386011644</id><published>2007-07-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:57:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CM 2007 (Part III)2nd July 2007Sight seeing day!!! We woke up at 10am (prayed till 5am from the previous night), and decided to visit Seomyang, the shopping district.Took the subway and roamed around the place. The prices of stuff there are the same with the prices here.Lunch was at a korean restaurant serving traditional korean food. FOOD!!!!!!!!!A lot hor? We almost had no space to eat..The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/843575781386011644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/843575781386011644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#843575781386011644' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6617698871723220277</id><published>2007-07-13T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:00:09.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CM 2007 (Part II)1st July 2007This was the second pre-conference day, also the last day before 12,000 korean students joined us international delegates for CM.We had kimbap for breakfast:After that it was off for the seminars of our choices. It was "Evangelising to a Predominantly Postmodern Culture" for me.The 3rd floor of BexcoView of the lunch crowd from 3rd floor of Bexco...It was free and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6617698871723220277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6617698871723220277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6617698871723220277' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6067080982450488460</id><published>2007-07-10T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:53:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CM 2007 (Part I)29th June 2007Departed for Incheon Airport (Seoul) on flight KE 642 from Changi Airport. Mum was fascinated with the real sunflowers and orchids and wondered how much it costs to maintain them in a place with little sunlight.30th June 2007Got woken up at 4 a.m. for breakfast on the plane. This is ridiculous. I didn't know something called appetite existed at 4 in the morning, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6067080982450488460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6067080982450488460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6067080982450488460' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-951711162704501361</id><published>2007-06-27T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:46:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busan-bound29th June - 6th July 2007Finally, the time has come for me to fly to Busan for CM2007!!! *hops with glee*The event will be held at the beautiful Bexco convention hall.Yes lah, it's the choir olympics place.I bought a pretty notebook for me to chronicle every little detail of the trip, because I know what precious memories they will be for me. I have already pasted some basic korean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/951711162704501361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/951711162704501361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#951711162704501361' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6907235436436126419</id><published>2007-06-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:26:17.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you ever go to Indonesia...You must try..J.CO DONUTS.MUST.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6907235436436126419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6907235436436126419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#6907235436436126419' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-4478688577590190475</id><published>2007-06-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:53:38.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temp No Moretoday was my last day being a Temp at Tempest. unfortunately it hadn't gone as well as i had hoped. i was looking forward to the dry curry chicken rice from the zhi char store since yesterday, and a grouchy lady messed up my order, and looked too ignorant to ever hear my clarification. i couldn't be bothered to go downstairs again to demand the right order.i guess jiang chong zhu rou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4478688577590190475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4478688577590190475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4478688577590190475' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-3428342014792575677</id><published>2007-06-15T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:54:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sing unto the LordHuijun's blog entry on her experiences in Bandung really warms my heart. it does because she sees the passion the locals have in singing, and their purpose in singing, specifically in a choir.with indonesia being a predominantly Muslim country, a large proportion of the Bandung population happen to be Christians. their love for praising the Lord in song is such a shining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3428342014792575677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3428342014792575677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3428342014792575677' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1230490443182141378</id><published>2007-06-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:08:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DevastationThe Student's Association in school sent this.WHY?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1230490443182141378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1230490443182141378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1230490443182141378' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-275476482316267095</id><published>2007-06-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T23:46:03.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cry Me a Bucketyou know when i was in primary 4, i probably felt my first sting of betrayal. a classmate whom i had a long-time feud with did something wrong, and told our teacher that i was the culprit.there, under staircase 3, where i just finished prefect duty (and where my teacher often makes us stay back to write lines), i started crying, unable to articulate my innocence of the matter."cry!</summary><link 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Tap on its feet and it will fall off the rock hahaha.Oh how i love penguins...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1068098161392007245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1068098161392007245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1068098161392007245' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5183029169898718335</id><published>2007-05-27T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:37:26.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Great Marketing Case StudyIf it weren't for the summer holidays, this would be the pet topic of discussion for all marketing classes:the fact that you get a random drink makes it exciting, no?with such excellent branding like in this case, the taste is secondary. people will buy just to see what drink they'll get.it's humorous, bold, creative and relevant to our culture.but as a personal review, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5183029169898718335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5183029169898718335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5183029169898718335' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-4851875464356035566</id><published>2007-05-22T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:29:41.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Journey Homefelt hungry and got "sucked" into Cheers at the ground floor of bras basah. ate a whole bar of Hershey's cookies 'n cream bar on the way to city hall mrt station.whyyy...... why was it on offer.......? 2 for $2.15..............................................been walking home from serangoon station via the alternative route i used to think was inferior to the "interchange" route. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4851875464356035566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4851875464356035566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4851875464356035566' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2773415224057126877</id><published>2007-05-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:04:55.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perturbedalthough this:may be weird.....but there are few things more disconcerting than witnessing a group of aunties rehearsing a dance sequence to Pussycat Dolls."don't chaaa.." *twitch shoulders* (toink)"don't chaaaaa......" *twitch twitch* (toink toink)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2773415224057126877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2773415224057126877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2773415224057126877' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-299610481493374950</id><published>2007-05-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:46:10.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How easily do I cry?Many girls (and some dubious men) will claim to shed tears easily while watching movies or television shows. Few have dared claim victory when I tell them I cried watching Pokemon.It doesn't stop there. I cried watching Pokemon from the moment the episode TITLE came out. On one particular Saturday morning, I tuned into Kids Central at 11am, ready for my weekly dose of Pokemon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/299610481493374950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/299610481493374950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#299610481493374950' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-7927220462178413894</id><published>2007-05-14T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:19:36.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7927220462178413894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7927220462178413894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7927220462178413894' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2924783451895081371</id><published>2007-05-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T23:30:56.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>300no. no rippling Spartan muscles in this entry.it's just my 300th post. *random people litter the floor with confetti and life goes on*i had meant for it to be more celebratory and cheerful, but unfortunately i cannot bring myself to go against my feelings.Lord, i need to know that life is beyond my own struggles and problems. i know it in my mind, but no matter how hard i try, they seep into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2924783451895081371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2924783451895081371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2924783451895081371' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-295033159158712344</id><published>2007-05-05T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:39:47.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEHOLD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/295033159158712344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/295033159158712344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#295033159158712344' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1545140230290729722</id><published>2007-05-05T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T12:23:14.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mothers' Day Bugaccompanying my mum on trips to OG always meant extended periods of time at the household ware section on the upper floor. the things there get to me and make me imagine what my future kitchen would be like.one thing's for sure - it will have Corelle dining ware.Very pretty, no?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1545140230290729722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1545140230290729722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1545140230290729722' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8752807696793792713</id><published>2007-05-02T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T13:24:27.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BaptismPardon the poor quality. They're scans.Pastor Peter conducting the baptism.Dripping wet but happy.Layleader Roger giving out the certificate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8752807696793792713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8752807696793792713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8752807696793792713' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-3069637495602531930</id><published>2007-04-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:22:54.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Unfeeling LetterFinishing exams earlier than most friends is not as thrilling as i thought it would be. Now i face the reality of having to look at my grades.And oh, the pain.That was a harsh grade to give to someone who loved the module with all her heart and believed in what she was learning. I know a lot of factors influenced the outcome, but it has nevertheless been a very humbling thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3069637495602531930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3069637495602531930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3069637495602531930' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6573801339031172469</id><published>2007-04-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:39:02.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Lydea,Happy 21st birthday to you! Its a huge relief I managed to send my greetings at 11:59pm Adelaide-ish time.I am glad you had a wonderful day celebrating this special occasion with your friends and loved ones. Although I am not with you physically, I know cyberspace still convinces me that you're not far away.I thank God for such a wonderful and wise friend like you. After 8 years of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6573801339031172469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6573801339031172469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6573801339031172469' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-4877478196911200867</id><published>2007-04-17T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T23:33:23.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iBought...and=)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4877478196911200867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4877478196911200867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4877478196911200867' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1007126140373729760</id><published>2007-04-15T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:20:34.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell</title><summary type='text'>							Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell Rows and flows of angel hair, and ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone. So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1007126140373729760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1007126140373729760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1007126140373729760' title='Both Sides Now - Joni Mitchell'/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2621181013025249168</id><published>2007-04-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:24:34.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IEEEEEEEEEE!!!I feel like blogging, but have nothing to blog about. there have been some bloggable topics that surfaced along the way, but never got down to being consolidated.for the time being, for my own leisure rather than accountability to anyone, i am going to make a list of reasons why i have nothing to blog. why don't you, who is reading my blog now, marvel at the irony of it:for your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2621181013025249168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2621181013025249168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2621181013025249168' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-3902964715217565711</id><published>2007-03-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:31:59.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood- James Finn Garner from Politically Correct Bedtime StoriesThere once was a young person named Little Red Riding Hood who lived on the edge of a large forest full of endangered owls and rare plants that would probably provide a cure for cancer if only someone took the time to study them.Red Riding Hood lived with a nurture giver whom she sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3902964715217565711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3902964715217565711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3902964715217565711' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8350071393745522818</id><published>2007-03-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:57:00.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A First Timeafter 17 years of education, imagine the sense of fulfillment i get to have completed the first real-real research paper of my life - Corruption and Poverty in Bolivia.the fact that the topic of poverty is one that is close to my heart makes it all the sweeter. in a uni where everyone is aiming to earn big bucks, and are taught how to, taking a course like this and seeing the prof's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8350071393745522818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8350071393745522818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8350071393745522818' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2742740887372547436</id><published>2007-03-05T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T13:27:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBS Transit Launches 'Move to the Rear' Bus Campaignnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2742740887372547436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2742740887372547436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2742740887372547436' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6608650379937133112</id><published>2007-03-03T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:05:03.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's Simple PleasuresAfter much tedious struggle, my whole family now owns a Mr. Bean hp strap each!This is free advertising for them.... but..Available at all Mr. Bean outlets$1.50 with any purchasebutonly $1.20 if you flash your stewdernt card!(no purchase required)tell me it's cute.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6608650379937133112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6608650379937133112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6608650379937133112' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5023129383534870551</id><published>2007-02-27T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T10:02:58.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mummy, I want to go2 research papers... 1 report... 2 presentations... weekly rEaDiNgS... weekly online PoSTS... weekly prayer nEwSleTTer... reaDiNgs, REaDInGs, READINGSssss.......*spontaneously combusts*but i want to go IKEA and buy bobby a friend. (he's doubled in height since i took him home!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5023129383534870551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5023129383534870551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5023129383534870551' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5774151646234415230</id><published>2007-02-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T11:15:40.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My New Year?This year's CNY proved unprecendented and most unusual. In just 4 short days the following things happened:I boarded the Nokia Music Bus on CNY eve. I tell you its zhng-ed until cannot zhng. Advertising has just pushed another frontier. Talk about 'spoil market'. But i enjoyed the ride immensely.Squeeeeeezed past through crazy crowds at Chinatown on new year's eve. Grabbed taiwanese </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5774151646234415230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5774151646234415230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5774151646234415230' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-7630863622179132614</id><published>2007-02-17T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:57:47.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OinkI love CNY celebrations. Its a great chance to get together with loved ones and hang out with the cousins! Every New Year we'd either take a family trip or stay at a chalet for a few days just playing mahjong and having BBQ sessions. (all the ingredients are put in Tupperware of course, of which i am now a dealer in for unfortunate reasons.)Here's wishing everyong a very blessed Chinese New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7630863622179132614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7630863622179132614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7630863622179132614' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-4486572198070927998</id><published>2007-02-14T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:44:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Japanese PeopleYou must not overload me with cuteness like this again. My poor heart cannot take it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4486572198070927998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/4486572198070927998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4486572198070927998' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6062164152554724681</id><published>2007-02-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:09:23.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shepherd of my SoulJohn 10:1:211 "I tell you the truth, the man who does not enter the sheep pen by the gate, but climbs in by some other way, is a thief and a robber.2 The man who enters by the gate is the shepherd of his sheep.3 The watchman opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.4 When he has brought out all his own, he goes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6062164152554724681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6062164152554724681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6062164152554724681' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-3824260287494937980</id><published>2007-02-06T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:09:24.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fish Out of WaterPicture taken from Cuteoverload.With every Econs module i take i am increasingly convinced that i am in the wrong course (i'm clearing my 5th out of 8). It is a serious check on motivation, and the thought of giving up surfaces as often as SMU students get drunk.I guess coming to the end of year two now.. it really really isn't a good time to throw in the towel.. but as i saw my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3824260287494937980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3824260287494937980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3824260287494937980' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6831282652471942117</id><published>2007-02-05T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:42:52.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamsteri remember how i used to laugh at the row of "hamsters" running on the treadmills of planet fitness across the road while walking to cineleisure.. i guess i have two reasons i don't do that anymore..first of all, i no longer patronise cineleisure because i simply cannot stand the crowd there, and secondly, i'm beginning to appreciate the benefits of being a "hamster" myself, jogging on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6831282652471942117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6831282652471942117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6831282652471942117' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5380915396013374301</id><published>2007-02-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:32:06.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everybodeeeeeI'm getting baptized this April 6th! On Good Friday!Please come and share my joy if you are able to attend the service at Paya Lebar Methodist Church. =)eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i'm so happeeeeeeeeeee!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5380915396013374301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5380915396013374301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5380915396013374301' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-7652581390647316752</id><published>2007-01-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T22:43:06.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Were Made to FellowshipStu Clark belongs to what is believed to be the smallest group in America: himself. "I meet at my house every week in the living room," he says. "I bring snacks and my Bible, and after some chitchat I get down to discussing that week's reading, sharing my burdens, my praise reports. Then I pray for myself."He enjoys the intimacy he has gained with himself over the weeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7652581390647316752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/7652581390647316752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7652581390647316752' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-6341349293874747727</id><published>2007-01-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:31:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thou Shall Notsteal.the kids went for some 'free shopping' again yesterday at hougang mall. after taking about a hundred dollars' worth of goods, they were caught.. but begged the security guards not to call the police.they were also smart not to call their parents. they came looking for us, crying on the phone while yokes was having her haircut.we rushed down at short notice, and picked them up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6341349293874747727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/6341349293874747727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6341349293874747727' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-1185109580899727412</id><published>2007-01-20T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:08:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Birthday Photosthe rest of which haven't been received for reasons too tedious to think about.The girls and I.. and a small cake.Long time no see, but I was SO glad they came.All of us with my small cake.Caili's "doraemon food"....... shrunk one too many times.After milkshake and cheese fries at Billy Bombers.Wenshan trying to stop me from rubbing my eyes. Zhehao in a (perpetual) state of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1185109580899727412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/1185109580899727412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1185109580899727412' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-3562210205650388736</id><published>2007-01-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:53:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank ewe.thanks for all the well wishes.. even from the most unexpected friends.. :)appreciate all the presents, but more so, the handwritten cards.. and most of all.. your presence to share this special day with me! (need not be on this actual day)photos will be up soon. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3562210205650388736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/3562210205650388736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3562210205650388736' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-5438455908794690619</id><published>2007-01-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:52:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nice pictures.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5438455908794690619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/5438455908794690619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5438455908794690619' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2149487096878010993</id><published>2007-01-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:20:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GASP! You mean 2006 is over?as is new year customs, i looked through the 2006 archives to see what highlights i've had through the year..i can only say that it hasn't been a very accurate representation of my life last year. there were many things i chose not to blog about, but were still such a big part of my life, my struggles, my growth. it wasn't that i was unwilling to share these facets of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2149487096878010993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2149487096878010993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2149487096878010993' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-8173911306381805710</id><published>2006-12-23T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T12:43:13.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dragoon the teenagerAh Goon, you turn 13 today. teenager already!!! its been a good 13 years hugging you to sleep and stitching you up whenever your seams open. a good 13 years of fun and comfort, never rejecting me when i need a hug haha! (not that you can.)Don't spoil just yet, if not i can't sleep well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8173911306381805710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/8173911306381805710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8173911306381805710' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-2974682550552769211</id><published>2006-12-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:58:37.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some photos"Happy Feet", a result of claire grabbing our feet with black marker in hand.Happy flower, given by wenshan. brightened up my sad day. thanks. :)Been feeling very, very down. it is when i hit bottom that i'm forced to be driven to my knees in prayer. but God is good, still staying by my side through all these, being patient with me as i go around making wrong choices in life, helping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2974682550552769211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/2974682550552769211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#2974682550552769211' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116628069715098419</id><published>2006-12-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T22:56:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Casting Crows - Does anybody hear herShe is running a hundred miles an hourIn the wrong direction.She is trying, but the canyon's ever-wideningIn the depths of her cold heart.So she sets out on another misadventureJust to find,She's another two years older andShe's three more steps behind.Does anybody hear her?Can anybody see?Or does anybody even knowShe's going down today?Under the shadow of our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116628069715098419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116628069715098419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116628069715098419' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116589612580436307</id><published>2006-12-12T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:02:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C is for Christi haven't done well at all this term.. as the results are slowly being released module by module.. i see my already-rather-low GPA being pulled down even further into the dark abyss.. with the jaws of academic probation open wide, ready to devour me.*CLOMP!*of course i am a little disappointed, but i've got very mixed feelings now.regrets? no.confusion? i think the bell curve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116589612580436307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116589612580436307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116589612580436307' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116541686581171534</id><published>2006-12-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:54:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm too tired to blog. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116541686581171534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116541686581171534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116541686581171534' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116481355619315209</id><published>2006-11-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:22:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The World Needs More SebastiaosSebastiao Salgado, economist-turned-photojournalist, shows us what the world out there is really like.makes me feel small and helpless and more wretched than i can imagine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116481355619315209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116481355619315209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116481355619315209' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116472226780934847</id><published>2006-11-28T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:57:47.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Chronicles 16:9"For the eyes of the LORD run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to give strong support to those whose heart is blameless toward him."finally, after much waiting, the exams are here.4 hours.2 papers.1 day.i sure hope life gets more interesting from here on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116472226780934847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116472226780934847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116472226780934847' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116433854212021799</id><published>2006-11-24T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:22:22.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tempest Music IIHohoho.. tomodachi had kindly reserved another fun task for me to try yesterday - tagging price tags with the price-tagging gun-like thing. (say that quickly 20 times.)arghh.............. now just LET ME SCAN A BARCODE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116433854212021799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116433854212021799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116433854212021799' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116419878110680973</id><published>2006-11-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:42:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tempest MusicTempest Music (i.e. Miss Lim's shop) - my new favourite hangout and mugging place.And would you congratulate me as my childhood dream of pressing a real cash register finally came true today. the feel of the big buttons under my fingers, the beep sound everytime i press something, the ringing sound when the money tray opens, the sight of the receipt rolling out....I am utterly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116419878110680973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116419878110680973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116419878110680973' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116339308345013650</id><published>2006-11-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:18:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DilemmaWhile everyone else is in school mugging away, i find myself much less stressed, with effectively only 3 "proper" modules this term and 2 final papers. i was put into one project group full of very very academically (and IT) competent guys who basically did 95% of our group project. they were nice to ease my load, and tell me not to worry, but at the same time recognize what little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116339308345013650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116339308345013650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116339308345013650' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116325480696722539</id><published>2006-11-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:20:07.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Room by Joshua Harris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116325480696722539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116325480696722539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325480696722539' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116325141620912793</id><published>2006-11-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:25:36.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*POK!*i always want to burst any bubble wrap i see! they just have this really inviting look with those air pockets and.. transparent-ness. i had a ball when we moved a year ago, when we had bubble wrap with extra large bubbles. the sound was louder and lower, but above all the ecstasy came from the bursting sensation. don't mind the pun, but it was explosive!nothing beats the real one but this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116325141620912793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116325141620912793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116325141620912793' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116265370759512239</id><published>2006-11-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:21:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ultimate ParadoxWhy do people search so hard for a reason to live, yet reject it when it reveals itself to them?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116265370759512239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116265370759512239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116265370759512239' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116244169382934507</id><published>2006-11-02T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:28:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if being a student teaches you anything, it is to be more thick-skinned.i know of very few comapnies or organizations who would bother to entertain a bunch of pesky undergraduates who only wish to seek information from them and give nothing back in return.oh, won't somebody give ear and a helping hand to us.. poor, helpless, desperate students? all we want is some information that only you can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116244169382934507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116244169382934507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116244169382934507' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116196227829833864</id><published>2006-10-27T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:21:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psalm 139For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.1 O LORD, you have searched meand you know me.2 You know when I sit and when I rise;you perceive my thoughts from afar.3 You discern my going out and my lying down;you are familiar with all my ways.4 Before a word is on my tongueyou know it completely, O LORD.5 You hem me in - behind and before;you have laid your hand upon me.6 Such knowledge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116196227829833864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116196227829833864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116196227829833864' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116188101776787477</id><published>2006-10-27T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:43:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What happens...when you have a set of felt critter icons too cute to be kept to yourself?you make a blogskin out of them!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116188101776787477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116188101776787477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116188101776787477' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116134994692912681</id><published>2006-10-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:12:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a   Social Conservative (36% permissive)and an...   Economic Liberal (26% permissive)You are best described as a:  Totalitarian      &lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;    &lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;    &lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;      &lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;    &lt;!--this height number economic axis,        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116134994692912681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116134994692912681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116134994692912681' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116127233678704259</id><published>2006-10-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:02:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heart-Felt Giftfinally...... i can finally post pictures of the donut i sewed for val! it's not even half as good as Sewdorky's.. but it's not too bad for a first try!!  oh yeah, i'm in the process of making a new layout. pls watch this space! (or rather the whole big space of my blog)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116127233678704259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116127233678704259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116127233678704259' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116110044403030613</id><published>2006-10-17T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:54:04.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgic YI XIAyou know what, i really think i've changed a lot these past 2 years.hahahahaha if you're quick enough you would detect that i've just been reading my blog archives.i think i've both progressed and regressed as a person.. the wordly me has regressed and the spiritual me has progressed. =)but i am a lot less funny now.. it could be attributed to the fact that i no longer watch even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116110044403030613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116110044403030613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116110044403030613' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116089731882353967</id><published>2006-10-15T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:28:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Return of the Smogthe smog has returned with a vengence, following clear skies from the beginning of the week.i've got the perfect drink to battle my dry, itchy, scratchy throat - Pi Pa Gao with Honey in hot water!thanks yokes for the recommendation, and for always making a mug for me when i fell ill in YG. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116089731882353967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116089731882353967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116089731882353967' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116074370121892716</id><published>2006-10-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:49:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THINK before you speakis it TRUEis it HELPFULis it INSPIRINGis it NECESSARYis it KIND</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116074370121892716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116074370121892716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074370121892716' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116074221050989961</id><published>2006-10-13T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:23:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepless in Serangoondrank a huuuge cup of iced coffee-tea (i.e. yuan yang) last night, and couldn't go to sleep till 4:30am.it was quite an experience.. laying there, staring out at the reddish haze/clouds.. i'm glad i serve a God who never sleeps, so i can just pray the night away, and i go on talking because i know that He is listening. wanted to get up to do something, but i knew that my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116074221050989961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116074221050989961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074221050989961' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116041094191176458</id><published>2006-10-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:27:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All guys talk about is ARMY.... and all undergraduates talk about is school. which is why i am going blog about mine.i think we all know how successful SMU's marketing has been since about 2 or 3 years ago. perhaps i was one of the impressionable freshies, seduced by the shiny new city campus, SMU ambassadors jumping in mid-air, and skyrocketed cut-off points that i so naively inferred as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116041094191176458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116041094191176458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116041094191176458' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116023908175663582</id><published>2006-10-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T00:42:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jean's Useless Guide to Surviving the Haze1. Keep all soft toys in air-tight Tupperware.2. Dig your nose and rid it of black-coloured booger.3. Helplessly watch the PSI index in the corner of the tv screen.4. Eat mooncake.5. Continue attending school knowing you have no power to demand that schools should close.6. Swing your arms wildly in front of you as you walk.7. Take photo with your hp and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116023908175663582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116023908175663582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116023908175663582' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-116002491937134119</id><published>2006-10-05T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:09:21.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Dental and Reptile Bluesfinally got around to uploading photos from my hp, thanks to bluetooth and bro's trusty laptop.now HERE's what i've been snapping at!tomodachi i know you hate this, but everyone's just gotta look at how this lizard died, dangling on one sticky-padded arm from the glass shelf of my mum's wardrobe. i tried pushing the head back straight but it was permanently bent.my bro </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116002491937134119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/116002491937134119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116002491937134119' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-115989133918895899</id><published>2006-10-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:31:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bintan was great..I miss the beach.. the little sediment dunes underneath my feet, bubbly waters brushing over my feet, crystal clear waters, unblocked horizon of the South China Sea, the sound of the waves, soft pale sand, the many beautiful shells i picked up.... and friendly locals.I didn't understand why i was put in a circumstance such that i ended up in Bintan over the weekend when i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115989133918895899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115989133918895899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115989133918895899' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-115936300622288437</id><published>2006-09-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:16:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Political Scientists...(or whatever sub-designations you guys give yourselves)you guys write waaaaaayyy too much. relax! and communicate more effectively by using simpler english so your articles can be better understood.no thanks at all for draining my ink cartridge dry (that's $29.90 please thank you) and successfully depriving me of time for more important things (that you can never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115936300622288437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115936300622288437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115936300622288437' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-115875495734806003</id><published>2006-09-20T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:25:42.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimate Nintendo Memorabliathe Super Mario wedding cake, by Robin of Gateaux Inc, Plymouth, Minneapolis.the whole cake is entirely edible except for the figurine toppers. kudos to Robin!view the flickr photostream here. i wouldn't bear to even touch it, lest i leave a fingerprint.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115875495734806003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115875495734806003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115875495734806003' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6274063.post-115798047438758656</id><published>2006-09-11T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:16:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sew-emptySewdorky.com makes the most edible-looking felt donuts in the yummiest flavors.. also check out their School of Dentistry of molar plushies."Life without Jesus is like a donut.. like a donut.. like a donut,Life without Jesus is like a donut,'Cause there's a hole in the middle of your heart."- from Donutman theme song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115798047438758656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6274063/posts/default/115798047438758656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ookiisumo.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115798047438758656' title=''/><author><name>Jean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05669026317427008476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
