<?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-12736648</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:11:11.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rongg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-2744175501080151319</id><published>2009-09-27T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:16:21.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Love</title><content type='html'>It really amazes me sometimes, how christians can be so hypocritical. It really amazes me that they can call themselves "Christians" and yet they do not put Christianity into practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the essence of Christianity? To obey the 10 commandments and to obey God are just some of the many things. And just how do we obey God? Well, it's a circular argument really, that when we obey God, we obey the 10 commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest of all commandments? Someone once asked Jesus, intending to trick him.&lt;br /&gt;And he said, the greatest commandment of all is to "love your God and love your neighbour as yourself" because the basis of Christianity is in the love that our Father has for us. And before we say that we love God, we first have to love our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neighbour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who exactly does our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neighbour&lt;/span&gt; encompass? Not just literally the person living next to you or the person sitting next to you in class or in your office. But the neighbour that Jesus refers to here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; that we have contact with. It could be the person that bumped into you on the train this morning, the person on the bus, basically everyone! And this includes people we do not like, people who are unlike us perhaps in terms of race, language, religion, beliefs, looks, attitude, values, aptitude, expectations. It encompasses a wide range of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question today is: how can we call ourselves Christians (and lecture others on being a christian) and not be a true christian ourselves? how can we discriminate against others and still call ourselves a child of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child of God, we have to follow and seek after God's own heart. We have to love others as we love ourselves, even those whom we find the most difficult to love, even those whom are different from us. Each and everyone of us have been fearfully and wonderfully made by God and he loves each and everyone of us. All of us are perfect in His eyes. So if our heavenly Father loves even those whom we feel are unlovable, even those whom shun Him, who are we to do anything other than love them? Who are we to decide how we want to treat others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just as our heavenly Father loves us, so should we love others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that alot of Christians ought to reflect before discriminating against others. By discriminating against others, we are insulting God and His creations. For being the one true God, He has created everything &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in his image and likeness&lt;/span&gt;. So, by shunning people who are not like us, we are shunning God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Them. Us. Look at them, they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; us. What differences do you see?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-2744175501080151319?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/2744175501080151319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=2744175501080151319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/2744175501080151319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/2744175501080151319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/09/christian-love.html' title='Christian Love'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-1683216869292911338</id><published>2009-08-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:53:15.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in every season</title><content type='html'>I’ve been waiting for my dreams&lt;br /&gt;To turn into something&lt;br /&gt;I could believe in&lt;br /&gt;And looking for that&lt;br /&gt;Magic rainbow&lt;br /&gt;On the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see it&lt;br /&gt;Until I let go&lt;br /&gt;Gave into love and watched all the bitterness burn&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m coming alive&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul&lt;br /&gt;And feelin’ my world start to turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll taste every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;This is the time&lt;br /&gt;To be more than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto things that vanished&lt;br /&gt;Into the air&lt;br /&gt;Left me in pieces&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m rising from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Finding my wings&lt;br /&gt;And all that I needed&lt;br /&gt;Was there all along&lt;br /&gt;Within my reach&lt;br /&gt;As close as the beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll taste every moment&lt;br /&gt;And live it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time,&lt;br /&gt;This is the time to be&lt;br /&gt;More than a name&lt;br /&gt;Or a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I know this is the time&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;Time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m out on the edge of forever&lt;br /&gt;Ready to run&lt;br /&gt;I’m keeping my feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Arms open wide&lt;br /&gt;Face to the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time of my life by David Cook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-1683216869292911338?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/1683216869292911338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=1683216869292911338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/1683216869292911338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/1683216869292911338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-every-season.html' title='in every season'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-3606121880242425483</id><published>2009-05-08T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:39:27.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>the weather has been really freaky these few days. just a really simple example: the weather yesterday was crazily hot while the night before there was a huge thunderstorm. This morning, i woke up to the cool breeze that hinted at the possibility of having heavy rain and clouds for the rest of the day. While walking to the bus stop, it suddenly occurred to me that although weathermen can predict the weather, or attempt to predict the weather, there are times when the weather still changes at the last minute, where the weather is actually highly unpredictable. What is the point of talking about all this you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a random thought occurred to me as I watch the cars go by and ponder about the things that are going on in my life. Human feelings and emotions are just like the weather, or are very similar to. This is because the unpredictability of the weather is just like the unpredictability of our emotions. Who can say with certainty what would happen tomorrow? Who can say for certain how we would feel a few hours from now, or even minutes from now, much less the next day or even weeks, months and years? (Of course apart from God who knows our hearts and feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then again links to another thought. The unpredictability of human emotions parallels that of the unpredictability and uncertainty of life. Again, who can say for sure what would happen tomorrow? Who can say for sure what would even happen 5 minutes from now. Today might be just like any other normal day, where we wake up and go about our daily routine. For all we know, today might be a turning point in our lives. Who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (or in fact most of the time) we search for comfort and security in a world that is uncertain. It is human nature to desire and yearn for security, to be able to hold on to something that we can be sure of, be it God or even our friends. I believe that we are creatures of habit. Of course it is undeniable that change is exciting and can be fun but change can also be tiring. I'm not trying to be an advocate for a state of inertia. I believe that there are always 2 sides of the coin and we cannot just look at one side and come up with our verdict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-3606121880242425483?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/3606121880242425483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=3606121880242425483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/3606121880242425483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/3606121880242425483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-2200540811769217448</id><published>2009-04-26T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:38:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the voice of truth tells me a different story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh,what I would do to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the kind of faith it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To climb out of this boat I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Onto the crashing waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To step out of my comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into the realm of the unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where Jesus is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And he's holding out his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the waves are calling out my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and they laugh at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Reminding me of all the times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've tried before and failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The waves they keep on telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Boy, you'll never win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you'll never win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, what I would do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to have the kind of strength it takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To stand before a giant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with just a sling and a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Surrounded by the sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of a thousand warriors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shaking in their armor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the giant's calling out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my name and he laughs at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Reminding me of all the times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've tried before and failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The giant keeps on telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Boy you'll never win, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you'll never win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the voice of truth tells me a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; and the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the stone was just the right size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to put the giant on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and the waves they don't seem so high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; from on top of them looking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; singing over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But the voice of truth tells me a different story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The voice of truth says "do not be afraid" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the voice of truth says "this is for my glory" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will choose to listen and believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will listen and believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will listen and believe the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will listen and believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause Jesus you are the voice of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I will listen to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/2200540811769217448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/2200540811769217448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/04/voice-of-truth-tells-me-different-story.html' title='the voice of truth tells me a different story'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-8606697435256574209</id><published>2009-04-15T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:41:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green green grass of home</title><content type='html'>it is amazing how things can change so easily, how people and feelings can change so easily ... one minute, everything is normal and the next, you wonder why you're doing the things you do, why you're in the situation you are .. at the point of time when you are making that decision, everything seems so right, when you're in it, it seems so right ... but when you take a step back to look at the bigger picture, when you step back to re-evaluate, you realise what you thought you wanted all the while, may not actually be what you desire, or what you want .. how is someone to come to terms with that? how is someone to decide what is it that he/she really wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our life is constantly changing.. as the people and environment in our lives change, so does the situations we are in and so are the things we yearn and look forward to .. when this happens, inevitably, our person changes, our outlook and attitude changes ... what had felt so right all the while, now turns out to be something that we are constantly in doubt of, something that we are confused about ... what is the rationale for us doing the things that we do? how do we decide when we have made the right decision? do we really want to look back on our lives with regret? do we want to always be wondering what things would have been like should we have chosen a different path? what's a person to do when conflicting emotions and wishes come into play? we pray, but what if we are unsure of what God's answer is? a decision can change our lives .. for better or for worse, we wouldn't know until we have made that decision, until we have experienced for ourselves the consequences (not necessarily bad) of our decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ... when do we know that we have what we want? i honestly believe that we never will ... afterall, the grass is always greener on the other side ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest joke of human kind is that we are never satisfied .. the dangerous question of 'what if' is always tormenting us and will always be on our minds, even if we think we are sure of our decision and we are sure that we have done the right thing, we always want something more, we always want something different ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that never happens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-8606697435256574209?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/8606697435256574209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=8606697435256574209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/8606697435256574209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/8606697435256574209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-green-grass-of-home.html' title='green green grass of home'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-880330178698917313</id><published>2009-04-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:43:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I know that You're alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XZpPIKmiMuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-i-know-that-youre-alive.html' title='Cause I know that You&apos;re alive!'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-112402902953618199</id><published>2005-05-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:17:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno man. sometimes i think i'm really fickle. like orsino. only those who study 12th night will know what i mean.. sometimes.. i think that i need to have a hard lesson. and i think i did. i screwed up. screwed up real bad and there's nothing that i can do except sit here and watch you leave. i mean, what can i do? i don't think you'll believe me anymore. and i think.. well, it doesn't really matter what i think right? cos ultimately, its ur happiness that means the most to me. i mean, of course ur happiness is important. cos i wouldn't want anyone to be unhappy because of me.. if you know what i mean? so right now i'm hoping that you'll be happy.. that maybe, maybe one day we can be friends.. i don't know whether you can accept me.. oh man. my thoughts are jumbled up. i don't really know what i'm talking about anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu zai hu tian chang di jiu, zhi zai hu ceng jing yong you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-112402902953618199?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/112402902953618199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;did you know that snakes die when they bite themselves? hmms. mebbe i should go and bite myself :P its so fun! haiz. aiya. i screwed my mock exam la. and today veronica said that one girl didn't write the date properly for the letter writing. and i think its me!! coz i remember freaking out at that time when i kinda forgot what the format was.. its supposed to be year-month-date.. sorry! i think i wrote year-date-month. :S that's so retarded. and its &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRELIMS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;omg. i'm having a fit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aiya. then there's still that DSA thingg. i dunno whether i can even get in.. : S haiz. and if i dun apply, then i think next year i may not get into top5 jc coz my results &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS.&lt;/strong&gt; can't stand it. if i &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;apply for the DSA thingg, then what do i use?? sports?? but if i have to competE with pple like ffn n yuanshan then how???? omg. i'm having a fit again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-111582094563900157?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/111582094563900157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=111582094563900157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111582094563900157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111582094563900157'/><link rel='alternate' 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let me do what i want? i don't get it. just because i'm not like the rest of them doesn't mean that i'm worse than them right.. i mean, not necessarily. so since i'm not as academically inclined as others, why can't &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;youu &lt;/span&gt;just let me go poly? i know that poly is for pple who really know what they want to do and stuff. but why do youu have to shoot down everything that i think? it gets really irritating after awhile and also it gets super.. er.. what's that word? aiya. you know what i mean la! just accept people for what they are! stop trying to make everybody the same. i'm sorry but this is the truth: everybody is different. that's why we're wonderfully made. if we were all the same then there's no use having so many people on this earth. some people just take themselves too lightly. sighs. actually, i shall not comment. i just hate people who comment on other's when they themselves are not leading a life that they say they do. kou shi xin fei. sighs. reflect on yourself first before youu comment on others man. are you yourself a good role model to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, chenji and wendy saw this on the bus and we thought its very cute its the nokia advertisement for the disintincly bold series :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) the world is your catwalk. Dare to be seen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) you're standing up, but are you standing out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-111572798505507023?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/111572798505507023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=111572798505507023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111572798505507023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111572798505507023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-blog-may-be-crowded-careful-you.html' title='This blog may be crowded. careful you don&apos;t blend in.'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-111564038709581607</id><published>2005-05-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:06:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the person who invented prelims should eat shit</title><content type='html'>arghs. prelim sucks. i think i'm gonna do very badly.. i think i wrote out of point for the gong han thing AGAIN. and i don't think veronica is going to let me off this time lahh. she already warned me once not to write out of point.. she can't be that nice. afterall, its PRELIMS. also, one of the zhao ju is confirm wrong. the meaning of the word is hesitate and i thought it was like save money or something like that. it look like that kinda word wat. : s aiya. but i'm very luck coz got 2 zhao ju that i was studying before the exam came out, and one han zi also came out! yayy. hahahh. but i dunno whether get correct :s plus, i didn't have to time to copy out my essay &lt;strong&gt;properly. &lt;/strong&gt;so i kinda handed in an essay that was quite neat in the beginning but it got really messy when it came to the end.. sighs.. the woes of a sec 4 that studies in sn. and after that, we had a debate against 4L which we kinda screwed up coz we didn't follow the rules and regulations of the debate thingg. hahahh. we didn't know what the 3rd speaker and the reply speaker was supposed to do :s our oh-so-nice english teacher didn't bother to tell us.. idiert. aiya. can't be bothered with lousy pieces of shit like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms. i like this blog skin. hehehh. black and grey and white is nice. its a neutrally.. er.. neutral color? yeahh. something like that. aiya. and don't youu just agree that the template is so cute! hahahhahhh. okayy. cut the crap.. i should go and study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12736648-111564038709581607?l=serendipitiqued.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/feeds/111564038709581607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12736648&amp;postID=111564038709581607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111564038709581607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12736648/posts/default/111564038709581607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitiqued.blogspot.com/2005/05/person-who-invented-prelims-should-eat.html' title='the person who invented prelims should eat shit'/><author><name>rongg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08001417869493822924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12736648.post-111554151190401428</id><published>2005-05-08T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:38:31.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker</title><content type='html'>i'm suck a slacker. i'm having chinese prelims tomms and i'm changing my blog NOW?? 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