<?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-2474759284889789001</id><updated>2012-02-15T08:04:27.903-08:00</updated><category term='true story trapped princess stucked 16th floor'/><title type='text'>JoCeLyN StEMiLyN</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to My lil Room...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3922554381200494643</id><published>2012-02-14T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T19:42:23.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day (vol.2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORNING PEEPS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;Am in a very excited mode right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy and grateful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoDj3qHaNsA/TzsJGg8H9YI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Q_1DAgOQ0Yg/s1600/5899254465_6e346dfe68_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoDj3qHaNsA/TzsJGg8H9YI/AAAAAAAAA-w/Q_1DAgOQ0Yg/s320/5899254465_6e346dfe68_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Never felt so motivated to write a blog before...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*sneaky sneaky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;this is gonna be a slightly long-winded post...but i guess gals love details and guys love the big picture...and i have both....so...XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, let's get straight to the point,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it was &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentines day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and yeah,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as "grand" like last year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;with all the dramatic U-turns to Port Dickson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tryna fly a kite in mid night but failed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yet oh-so-sweet confession valentines...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I must say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr.Rocker never failed to pull a trick out of his hat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was expectedly unexpected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;*ironic I know*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's rewind things back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't feeling the Valentine's mood to be honest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'cause like what HE said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Valentines day is sucking your money day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*true though*&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't looking forward for candle light dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or bouquet of roses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But I did look forward for a surprising and excited evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And like a hokkien saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"要大便才来找厕所"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;describes me best.&lt;br /&gt;It was 15 minutes before he came to pick me up,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;baru I panicked to decide what I wanna wear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;should I make up or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When I chose a black blouse, Miss Lau Chun Sia even sarcastically commented:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" You nak pergi hiking is it?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOLZ...&lt;br /&gt;Roommie Mei Yi kept persuading me to wear dress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;even to the extend of pleading me to be more lady-like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*guys, now you know more or less the chaos going on in a gal's bedroom*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE END...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just chose to wear a long cat-printed shirt with snake leggings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well since Zau is &lt;b&gt;Mr. Gorilla-Lion,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;why can't I be&lt;b&gt; Miss Ca-Snake&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as last year, he was late by 15.5mins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but this time no surprising rose delivery to my door steps.&lt;br /&gt;It's fine. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*clutch fist* &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Pulled down the passenger seat's mirror,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No card fell down to my lap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zau gave me a cunning smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's fine too...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;*sharpens knife*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I saw by then was a packet of Twisties in the back seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, he handed me my camera left in his place few days ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and then no more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was like: &lt;i&gt;"takkan?????"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then when I opened up camera bag,&lt;br /&gt;there was THIS welcoming my very sight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NebxdvGI27A/TzsPg0ZxLDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Dth-v1daeHY/s1600/DSC_1265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NebxdvGI27A/TzsPg0ZxLDI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Dth-v1daeHY/s400/DSC_1265.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, that's the Tina Fey &lt;i&gt;Bossypants&lt;/i&gt; underneath...lol)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnkUwBmAreM/TzsPmYGZj4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/iidShSABM7o/s1600/DSC_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hnkUwBmAreM/TzsPmYGZj4I/AAAAAAAAA_A/iidShSABM7o/s400/DSC_1275.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wrote: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"...recently listened to a great sermon by Pastor Kevin. ' Blue Jeans and Pink Sandals'..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went ROLF!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;1. The actual name of the relationship sermon is " &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Pink Heels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blue Jeans&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;2. He was sweet enough to find a card that actually has blue jeans and pink SANDALS&lt;br /&gt;3. He glued the sandals on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKyQGmeIkNY/TzsPo_ETl4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/5Zjk6Re5uyA/s1600/DSC_1276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gKyQGmeIkNY/TzsPo_ETl4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/5Zjk6Re5uyA/s400/DSC_1276.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore got love drawings from a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;rocker&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the details are P&amp;amp;C...&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the laughs and jokes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he popped a question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;" So, what we gonna have for dinner? Tony Romas, Pasta Zanmai or Carl's Junior?"&lt;br /&gt;In my heart sreams "CARL's JUNIOR!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then to be more "valentines",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I said, why dont we go Pasta Zanmai???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But then when we went there, the counter person told us they were fully booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I dunno why both of us were smiling widely to each other&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and happily headed to Carl's Junior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our 2nd Valentine's date in CJ's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So last night we officially declared CJ as our fav V-day spot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baru kali kedua sudah syok sendiri sangat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow there are so many great memories between us in CJ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOHXYwlm09U/TzsSO7WeZaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_UHu_Eoekd4/s1600/DSC_1237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bOHXYwlm09U/TzsSO7WeZaI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/_UHu_Eoekd4/s400/DSC_1237.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portobello Mushroom burger is my ultimate fav!&lt;br /&gt;Look at 'em fries, slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK7wdajwZEw/TzsVC8FPKYI/AAAAAAAABAA/9QdPJ6l0_mw/s1600/the+hulk+gorian.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lK7wdajwZEw/TzsVC8FPKYI/AAAAAAAABAA/9QdPJ6l0_mw/s400/the+hulk+gorian.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;*the HULK bf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dont snatch mine or I'll give you the fatal punch!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWWw0AI1pU/TzsSfhCcWnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/SwpjGt1u_DA/s1600/DSC_1239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgWWw0AI1pU/TzsSfhCcWnI/AAAAAAAAA_g/SwpjGt1u_DA/s400/DSC_1239.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet enough, he remembered my favourite side dish,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ONIONS...muahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xd4seYXdc0/TzsS6Vtc_-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/K8rFTB6ruSg/s1600/CJ.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Xd4seYXdc0/TzsS6Vtc_-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/K8rFTB6ruSg/s400/CJ.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, its juicy enough from the pictures...what more when it enters your watery mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and starving tummy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;*paradise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIaWIiNsPWg/TzsS3XmGC1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/Aj1YFdx0Mjc/s1600/cj+ambassador.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FIaWIiNsPWg/TzsS3XmGC1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/Aj1YFdx0Mjc/s400/cj+ambassador.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;CJ...faster find me to be your ambassador!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*pleading*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad they were out of tea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or else it would be double paradise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I bought him a V-day gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tickets to Avril Lavinge's concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since her concert is on 18th Feb,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which is also our 1 year anniversary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so this gift serves as V-day and&amp;nbsp;anniversary&amp;nbsp;gift...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;一举两得&lt;/b&gt;...hehe&lt;br /&gt;He was reluctant to receive it initially,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but with my sharp and intimidating stare, he "gladly" accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqZK9S_hLsU/TzsV-C_EfCI/AAAAAAAABAI/JwJuzeWESlY/s1600/the+hulk+gorian+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqZK9S_hLsU/TzsV-C_EfCI/AAAAAAAABAI/JwJuzeWESlY/s400/the+hulk+gorian+2.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how he is&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; blushing&lt;/span&gt; after getting it...&lt;br /&gt;*evil gf grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;last year he took to me Port Dickson...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was thinking where else this year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;PUTRAJAYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my fav spot to be away from the hectic city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;According to Zau, they had their festival lights on last night...&lt;br /&gt;So it was really a nice view there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;plus it was so&amp;nbsp;quiet&amp;nbsp;and peaceful there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1ZURvKzbnU/TzsWh2uyNyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Dn663ja0XXU/s1600/DSC_1244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J1ZURvKzbnU/TzsWh2uyNyI/AAAAAAAABAQ/Dn663ja0XXU/s400/DSC_1244.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant get a nice view while we're under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Paiseh...&lt;br /&gt;The bridge changed colours randomly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and while I was snapping pics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zau was observing the light systems &lt;br /&gt;and every technical things that has to do with his electrical profession.&lt;br /&gt;I love that quality from him actually...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;职业病&lt;/span&gt; at his best...&lt;br /&gt;*passionate man...i mean Gorian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJ-jplK7eQ/TzsWlq7qkNI/AAAAAAAABAY/HHMpy_jWIs8/s1600/DSC_1258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GeJ-jplK7eQ/TzsWlq7qkNI/AAAAAAAABAY/HHMpy_jWIs8/s400/DSC_1258.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine lar...its like going overseas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or being somewhere else in Malaysia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL...jokes.&lt;br /&gt;But I do felt very different whenever I come to Putrajaya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cz the streets are so NEAT (tak berlubang),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly found any rubbish on the ground,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and even the street lights and traffic lights so artistic ler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Got curves and designs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;unlike the &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mundane&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;looking ones we see everyday. =.=&lt;br /&gt;How I wish everywhere in Malaysia could be so nicely designed.&lt;br /&gt;with all the&amp;nbsp;façade&amp;nbsp;and landscape lighting...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(saje nak show off technical terms learned from him)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYk-sNCPIZA/TzsYtNLIXaI/AAAAAAAABAg/_QyR__Ui5Kk/s1600/SS+ing.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYk-sNCPIZA/TzsYtNLIXaI/AAAAAAAABAg/_QyR__Ui5Kk/s400/SS+ing.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;enough will all the dreaming and imagination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and after all the walk walk and talk talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(macam orang tua tua sudah....)&lt;br /&gt;We left the bridge cz too many ppl...lolz.&lt;br /&gt;*sneaky sneaky*&lt;br /&gt;He apologized for not preparing any presents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I actually bought into his lies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*slams head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was disappointed and a lil grudgy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;maybe cz he did such a great job last year and this year was like down the sea in comparison...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(GUYS!! Better dont do so well initially, cz when the next year/time comes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you'll have to live up to your standards...ahahhaa)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we stopped in a quieter place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he gave a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;sinister smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;" Actually I got a gift for you lar, it's at the back"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;0.0 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then you can imagine, fist and punches to his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(figuratively...not literally)&lt;br /&gt;Proud of his success to fool me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he pulled out this red-wrapped box to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He said it's breakable...&lt;br /&gt;I was guessing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Glass accessories?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Glass souvenirs?? (mind think too straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SMART PHONE???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, to my freaking surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STKyEiSZWnw/TzsbcGSANKI/AAAAAAAABAo/3vXg3LWpke4/s1600/DSC_1247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STKyEiSZWnw/TzsbcGSANKI/AAAAAAAABAo/3vXg3LWpke4/s400/DSC_1247.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;IT'S THE AUDIO TECHNICA AT2020!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(for those of you who dont know, its a recording mic!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I purposely dont wanna edit this pic cz wanna show you i was so touched till I struggle to take a nice pic&lt;br /&gt;*denial XD*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlV6VqT2e38/TzsbhzESvlI/AAAAAAAABAw/vXNfVtRJZV8/s1600/DSC_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HlV6VqT2e38/TzsbhzESvlI/AAAAAAAABAw/vXNfVtRJZV8/s400/DSC_1248.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorian awarding the ultimate gift to me!&lt;br /&gt;He's in teary eyes...=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6Zf0AY0ydQ/Tzsbm6PlGTI/AAAAAAAABA4/j0dvt1kg0A8/s1600/DSC_1268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--6Zf0AY0ydQ/Tzsbm6PlGTI/AAAAAAAABA4/j0dvt1kg0A8/s400/DSC_1268.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, you might think I'm being a lil too overreacting or high profile about this matter...&lt;br /&gt;But for what you might not know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is that I've been &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;craving&lt;/span&gt; for this since quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 weeks, while I was gonna &amp;nbsp;get the USB version of the AT2020,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was 3 times stopped by the CK, SMX and Search Music sdn bhd salesman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;advised&amp;nbsp;to buy a recording interface first then the mic with integral 3-pin XLRM type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I'm also in my baby steps in this technical matter &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;'''')&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine coming this close to getting something you want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yet realizing that you're rushing things too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and there's a few steps to&amp;nbsp;achieving&amp;nbsp;it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;summore its all about the &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;money&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(fuuuuyoh)&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda desperate and down that time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cz it's gotta take a few more months of saving up before I could purchase this babe...&lt;br /&gt;And before I knew about this gift,&lt;br /&gt;I spent away RM200 of my mic savings to buy Zau the concert tix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you can understand that in my heart I was having a lil battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I couldn't bare to leave him alone at home for our anniversary.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I thought the mic could wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ironically...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there it was, in my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Freaking insanity to take in at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He told me that this mic is part of realizing my big dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it will be a blessing to people and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he invested and gifted it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was no &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;teary eyes&lt;/span&gt; back then (now abit...)&lt;br /&gt;but a great big &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; on my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To know that he spent RM 4xx on this shizz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all the trouble to get it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow...I felt so overwhelmed and grateful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAoc0EfIjDU/Tzsk7oT8WkI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iXfI53QhD7c/s1600/DSC_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAoc0EfIjDU/Tzsk7oT8WkI/AAAAAAAABBQ/iXfI53QhD7c/s400/DSC_1269.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Tralalalal!!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have someone sharing the same faith,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;same vision&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is something I could ever ask for from God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they all come in one package...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. GORIAN WONG CUNG ZAU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I suka giler you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev7hox2mbXY/TzsbpgpSQeI/AAAAAAAABBA/sTcbsEM5WUk/s1600/DSC_1267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ev7hox2mbXY/TzsbpgpSQeI/AAAAAAAABBA/sTcbsEM5WUk/s400/DSC_1267.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;V-day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yeah its money sucking day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but it's also a day of pleasant surprises...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;a special day to feel special again&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who says it's overrated for the love-birds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is if you blindly fall into those commercial tricks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;V-day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;was a time for me to flash back what we've been through the whole year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the UPs and DOWNs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meows and cows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and how on earth we got together in the 1st place?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm blessed and grateful to find not just a bf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a bff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but also a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;someone who knows me better than I do myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;someone who loves the things I love doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;someone who doesn't doubt me even when everyone and myself does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;an amazing guy who stands so firm for me...that I know I have a great friend when I'm in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and the list goes on enough for me to write a new song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;V-day vol.2,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;not much sugar rush like last year,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yet sufficient amount of sweetness to make me get a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;tooth ache&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quote myself from last year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I believe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that we will get better and better in time"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-love.html"&gt;http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-love.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqWWrwVgnzc/TzsksAHC3zI/AAAAAAAABBI/58DbDeCo79A/s1600/shy+shy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hqWWrwVgnzc/TzsksAHC3zI/AAAAAAAABBI/58DbDeCo79A/s400/shy+shy.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;I heart you silly Gorian!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3922554381200494643?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill me in my consciousness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and rip my heart away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;take my soul and feed it to the preys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many times i've stumbled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;upon marshmellow stones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it hurts so deep though there's nothing to bleed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who am I to say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I;m done with this race&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;when you're still placing faith in me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let the thorns tear my lips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scattered glass pierce my skin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I wont ever let the poison in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its hard to take this harsh breath in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I have the liberty to set myself free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from all these things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that wish to conquer&amp;nbsp;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8521204227397206462?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8521204227397206462/comments/default' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuck in the 16th floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you got no where to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With no water and food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its you on your own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you cant break through the doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cz the key aint yours to hold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta find a way find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to breakthrough these four walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gotta stop lazing around my nest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;gotta learn to spread my big tiny wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since i cant break through this door,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why wont shall I fly away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe if I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someone may catch me and take me to higher heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'll leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place I've been left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this height is something I cant bare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;still right now&lt;span style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just sing untill my dear prince charming comes his way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyugFSkVtqM/TzN8IA8i5fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VCuYkMZuPLE/s1600/7nTnr.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SyugFSkVtqM/TzN8IA8i5fI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/VCuYkMZuPLE/s320/7nTnr.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7771268777816515967?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had so much time to spare yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I came up with this Mistletoe inspired eye make up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been so long since I played with make up since...i dunno when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was alot of fun just drawing on my face yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking fab...whee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bet when you read the title you might think of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUjn3RpkcKY&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUjn3RpkcKY&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amboih...i'm not a fan but that song is quite nice...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;this make up is my symbol of missing people that you love during this festive season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas is about sharing,giving&amp;nbsp;and the love of Jesus Christ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to celebrate this &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; day with close ones..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;initially...=P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, in the beginning I thought &lt;i&gt;"Its gonna be lonely lonely Christmas for me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I might as well just squander in self-pity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and probably write some super emo song that might get my some attention on youtube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then who knows...become famous like Zee Avi???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fantasy goes on and on...&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For 21 years of my life, this would be the official &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1st time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; celebrating Xmas in my hometown, Perlis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and its also the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;1st time&lt;/span&gt; I'm not doing performances or organizing anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(before this I'm always really busy preparing programmes in church etc...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; this year...its like a very relax and empty Christmas for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so hollow and lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Worst still, my boy went off to a family trip...leaving me behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to let y'all know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a terrible prayer last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since last Christmas, I felt so exhausted and tired of the cliche programmes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my parents trying to get my do everything in church...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its like the youth who stayed too long in the city has to do everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt kinda lost for the whole Christmas thingy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when I was on the way back to KL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a prayer that by the following year (2011) I wanna have Christmas somewhere else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;TADAH&lt;/span&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I was, alone in my hostel. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Be careful with what you wish for people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have friends who have plans to do busking and invited me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BBQ parties....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the very very &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;LAST MINUTE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a text from Henna, my best friend who was back from UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow...I'm not that alone after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You gotta understand one thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that although I've always seemed to be jolly happy and surrounded by many friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always have the thought that people just treat me as a sidekick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, like the "kalefe" in the movies of their lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never feel important in somebody else's life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes even to ppl damn close to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still in my rehab process...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ANYHOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the secret to how I get my inspiration to write songs. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;EMO SIAL.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting to spend my Christmas eve night with Henna and the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;having pillow talks and watching TV,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teasing The X factor USA's host...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc...I had a simple yet heart-warming Xmas eve.. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The next day, get to spend my Christmas at ACTS church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the TAN families were there to gather together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serene, Henna and I got to gather together too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad missing out another bestie, Chucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just chilling out and spending the noon with them was awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, time spent went a lil overboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was late for the busking plan... aiks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope there'll be one for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not a very exciting blog about Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But quite a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;heart-warming&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God for great people in my life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the love from HIM no matter what the circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year, instead of hustling around and getting myself lost in business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to slow down my footsteps and reflect back 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embracing a better 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After 20 years of cliche Christmas,the 21st was extraordinary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but I still miss my family at this time. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2392705037821723183?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2392705037821723183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2392705037821723183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2392705037821723183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2392705037821723183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/12/after-20-years-of-cliche-christmasthe.html' title='After 20 years of cliche Christmas,the 21st was...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnqozqdG6EI/TvlNRm7-P_I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/LJGWUaNPrKs/s72-c/Image120a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2722319269429637867</id><published>2011-11-26T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T09:13:09.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side of Me...</title><content type='html'>Today you've found the other side of me...&lt;br /&gt;You're afraid to see me being like this...its abnormal and&amp;nbsp;torturous...&lt;br /&gt;You hate to see me like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said " I fear you"&lt;br /&gt;in my heart I say "I fear me too"&lt;br /&gt;=( &amp;nbsp; its not like something I can change within a spin or after a sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I fear me...after shutting the doors behind reality...&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself...for faking a smile, a laughter...&lt;br /&gt;I disguised myself with layers of mask, clothings to cover something I'm hiding...&lt;br /&gt;I disgusted my own voice, my own inspiration...me,myself and I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some average robotic kind gentle generous gal...&lt;br /&gt;I have my flaws too...&lt;br /&gt;Will you accept me as who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you choose the exit sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shut the doors behind reality...&lt;br /&gt;I fear to enter my fantasy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2722319269429637867?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2722319269429637867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2722319269429637867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2722319269429637867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2722319269429637867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/other-side-of-me.html' title='The Other Side of Me...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1202357106450188477</id><published>2011-11-09T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T13:04:10.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lil Love Life (so far)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29y3VgSvVRE/TrrcLh_t7VI/AAAAAAAAA98/81F_AfrvLWw/s1600/rawr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29y3VgSvVRE/TrrcLh_t7VI/AAAAAAAAA98/81F_AfrvLWw/s320/rawr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few more days to go and it's gonna be our 10th month together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIME FLIES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Seriously it felt like 2/3 months to me only)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking back, so many pages flipping by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say we've been through quite alot lately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There we have the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;,bad &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; times spent together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking about the ugly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember there was once we really got into a "cold war",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I've never ever seen him so mad before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turning his back against me just made me wanna run back and hug him tight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet sometimes, pride is the factor which held us back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pride drew back the magic word &lt;i&gt;"I'm sorry" &lt;/i&gt;away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I really thank God that every time we fought or got into a conflict,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we're able to deal with it as soon as possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each time I could see that he was&amp;nbsp;afraid to hurt my heart and&amp;nbsp;wants to make amends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;So do I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As&amp;nbsp;cheesy&amp;nbsp;as I would say: It was love that brought us back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was also the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; FUN&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; MANIS&lt;/span&gt; times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From sharing our passion for music, performing, jamming, &lt;b&gt;EATING&lt;/b&gt; (you can see how much i've developed in shape) and making funny noises in the car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zau is more than anything I can ask for a boyfriend and partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's not just someone who laughs with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or do silly dances with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he is like my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful that he's so supportive in everything I'm doing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always there to pray and cheer for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he doest not resist to point out my mistakes whenever I'm wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He meant well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the main factor that brought us together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm always excited to be a part of his performances or practises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching him play the guitar and totally enjoying music really vibes me up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the fact that we pray together backstage before rocking it. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I enjoy the times when we watched youtube together &lt;i&gt;(whether its music related or 康熙来了)&lt;/i&gt; and exchange thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then the best part is jamming out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From playing rock songs to jamming Beyond's song to singing Faye Wong's ballad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(though rockers dont really sing ballads but...oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;those were great times =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've found not just a good partner, but a music-lover lover. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far&amp;nbsp;this relationship taught me to understand each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to discover different sides of us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to solve conflicts (which I hate for it to ever happen),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to be supportive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to strive to be a better companion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to express my affections not just to one another but to others too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to get to know myself as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know 10 months doesnt mean anything compared to 10 years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and 10 years is nothing compared to eternity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why I'm hoping for the better to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're still in our baby steps in this relationship,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yet i'm savouring every bit of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every step is a lesson,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every leap brings growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frankly I'm fearful of what may happen in the future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but somehow my heart is rest assure that as long as we continue to trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and work things out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and lastly put our faith in our Lord Jesus Christ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This relationship will stand strong through the worst storms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rG1gCE1-ORk/TrrpNBkMZvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/AVmc-ElqP2I/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rG1gCE1-ORk/TrrpNBkMZvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/AVmc-ElqP2I/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heart you silly guy. Meow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1202357106450188477?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1202357106450188477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1202357106450188477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1202357106450188477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1202357106450188477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-lil-love-life-so-far.html' title='My Lil Love Life (so far)...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29y3VgSvVRE/TrrcLh_t7VI/AAAAAAAAA98/81F_AfrvLWw/s72-c/rawr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2396873679670935591</id><published>2011-11-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:03:25.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wilted Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjCxHEIqpYs/Tq-YDVca8wI/AAAAAAAAA90/oDiFHc3q6MQ/s1600/0153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjCxHEIqpYs/Tq-YDVca8wI/AAAAAAAAA90/oDiFHc3q6MQ/s400/0153.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New leafs will somehow fall to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Red roses will someday loose it's charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hard to live a legacy forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or hold that polite mask infront of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your true colours will be shown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somehow someday anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much rage and anger within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how could I ever reach your heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When two subjective thoughts collide,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who are we to decide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If the rage continues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If we would just stay still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not doing a thing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;holding aback for each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll always be like a wilted rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/11/wilted-rose.html' title='A Wilted Rose'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjCxHEIqpYs/Tq-YDVca8wI/AAAAAAAAA90/oDiFHc3q6MQ/s72-c/0153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2760448146772024861</id><published>2011-09-26T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T03:07:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You,You,You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiNEcsrccxY/ToBNnzecomI/AAAAAAAAA9w/GlnPzJR12jk/s1600/DSC_0973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OiNEcsrccxY/ToBNnzecomI/AAAAAAAAA9w/GlnPzJR12jk/s320/DSC_0973.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Put on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cherry red dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;flowery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; socks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;just to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;brighten up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; my gloomy day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Walk in the middle of the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;just to feel the cool cool shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let it wash my sadness away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; is gone somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;oh why are there cloudy clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Are they feeling the same as I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got my swagger jacket on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gonna face this world with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; winning smil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My world would never ever be completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if it's without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You, you, you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;coming through through through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;turning my world upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And changed the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Towards this cold cold cold world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now I wanna swirl swirl swirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the middle of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;where all the hurricane falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;down down down down....on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Saving the world ain't something easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but your love will guide me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You're the only one who can sail my ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so how ever could I forsake.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2760448146772024861?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2760448146772024861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2760448146772024861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1652999919154705097</id><published>2011-08-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:15:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Wake Me Up Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrXOjpFP9UA/TjbeSM8FHuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/lKmwVdE0Nuo/s1600/sleeping_positions28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrXOjpFP9UA/TjbeSM8FHuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/lKmwVdE0Nuo/s400/sleeping_positions28.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dont wake me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;I will be sleeping tight&lt;br /&gt;dreaming that I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies will bloom for me&lt;br /&gt;Warm wind embracing me&lt;br /&gt;They say that I'm looking amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll dream of a place unknown&lt;br /&gt;With sweet songs and moonlight glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Where joy and happiness flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boy will be by my side&lt;br /&gt;Say that everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;His love for me will never be a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*Though I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;and always made the silly choices&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;and never put things right in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect &lt;br /&gt;There's always a hole inside my being&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;with your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can mend my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;with your love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyK8QS7d_M0/Tjbeu9e8i1I/AAAAAAAAA9s/zu-_crKBq3I/s1600/sleeping_positions1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="287" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jyK8QS7d_M0/Tjbeu9e8i1I/AAAAAAAAA9s/zu-_crKBq3I/s400/sleeping_positions1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Dont wake me up tonight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'll dream a lil dream of paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You will be holding my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and I'll be the best gal alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1652999919154705097?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1652999919154705097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1652999919154705097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1652999919154705097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1652999919154705097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-wake-me-up-tonight.html' title='Dont Wake Me Up Tonight'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UrXOjpFP9UA/TjbeSM8FHuI/AAAAAAAAA9o/lKmwVdE0Nuo/s72-c/sleeping_positions28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-302029596832168565</id><published>2011-07-05T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:23:52.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7bGmjTmMvM/ThK7tr0-6BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwZT2KxxFOs/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7bGmjTmMvM/ThK7tr0-6BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwZT2KxxFOs/s320/DSC_0154.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And count every little step with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know it’s a long long way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But you are my sustaining fuel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe somewhere along this road&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There’ll be storms and cloudy days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Between us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe sunshine wont stay long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yet behind every dark sky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is a brand new day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Baby baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We will walk out of this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I want you to be the one next to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Baby baby,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You got my word in this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I’m not perfect but I’m willing to try&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And it’s ok, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I will never slip away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As long as you’re holding my hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I never thought my dreams would come true&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It’s such a blessing to have you…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To have you …in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Any suggestions for a nicer title? Always have problems titling my songs...Hope to be able to record this into a decent song! Oooo yeah...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-302029596832168565?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/302029596832168565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=302029596832168565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/302029596832168565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/302029596832168565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/holding-my-hand.html' title='Holding My Hand'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7bGmjTmMvM/ThK7tr0-6BI/AAAAAAAAA9k/PwZT2KxxFOs/s72-c/DSC_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5285283801218894317</id><published>2011-06-30T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:34:05.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgkOlsgB-jE/Tg1ktDLDerI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZO57IqOhlP0/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgkOlsgB-jE/Tg1ktDLDerI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZO57IqOhlP0/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This lovely cat ain't shy of the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine: I'm just using a 18-55mm lens, I gotta go super near to get a close shot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;SUPER UBER CLOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't frighten away or self-conscious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it stayed the way it likes to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKS7gXCX9iI/Tg1kdtoA7aI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R4-Dll09oKQ/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKS7gXCX9iI/Tg1kdtoA7aI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R4-Dll09oKQ/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;see that? miao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then it got me thinking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how many times we are so aware of ourselves,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;till we lost it all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been living in the stereotypes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afraid and shy to express...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;being in the &lt;i&gt;cliche.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, we're living under surveillance all the time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CCTVs, cameras and even HUMAN CCTVs everywhere...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been conformed and tolerate with the things of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Afraid that our inner self would be expose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX96LcsnWqQ/Tg1krBN1LcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DcKNznHGqpw/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YX96LcsnWqQ/Tg1krBN1LcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DcKNznHGqpw/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thumbs up for praying cat posture!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Geez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having said so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who am I to say all these things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I live under no one's care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not saying that we can do whatever we want or become crazy on the road..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we faced many obstacles that hinder us from soaring free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe if there's a will, there's a way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and there's a God who will open the door if we are willing to let him do so.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just wishing that I can be like this cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though there are cameras just inches away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it couldnt careless but to continue chillin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCVS1RcMnkU/Tg1kb5MOrHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/UXlKT3f-8qs/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zCVS1RcMnkU/Tg1kb5MOrHI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/UXlKT3f-8qs/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Peace out your fellow humans, brrr meeeow!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now that's what I call being yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5285283801218894317?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5285283801218894317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5285283801218894317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5285283801218894317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5285283801218894317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-be-yourself.html' title='Just Be Yourself'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SgkOlsgB-jE/Tg1ktDLDerI/AAAAAAAAA9c/ZO57IqOhlP0/s72-c/DSC_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1656910953755953449</id><published>2011-06-28T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T05:39:39.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I post something...&lt;br /&gt;and today I felt so shitty that I have to write something to get things off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...I WILL delete this post someday...when i read it back...&lt;br /&gt;ok...I MAYBE will...&lt;i&gt;(welcome to a world of paradox)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust, a big issue.&lt;br /&gt;Lying is another crime,&lt;br /&gt;Both of these clashes and never compliment each other...&lt;br /&gt;but often, ppl lie to gain trust...&lt;br /&gt;and many bought the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are situation where we cant avoid doing so.&lt;br /&gt;To prevent an inconvenient situation,&lt;br /&gt;to avoid fights...and quarrels...&lt;br /&gt;to make someone else feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;have I trusted the right person?&lt;br /&gt;am I wrong for lying to avoid something worse that is about to happen?&lt;br /&gt;These 2 issues in my life...are hard to define.&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're trying to explain the feeling after a roller coaster ride...&lt;br /&gt;you're lost for words and all you can say is "My heart almost flew out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not specifically pointing out to any event....&lt;br /&gt;it's just something happened, hard enough to make me realize...&lt;br /&gt;that I've been cheating myself all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and I'm shitty 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1656910953755953449?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1656910953755953449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1656910953755953449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1656910953755953449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1656910953755953449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/shitty.html' title='Shitty'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3603101903685670160</id><published>2011-04-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:03:40.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Judge A Photographer By Their Camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I was pretty bored after TITAS exam the other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bored of Facebook, Youtube and watching American Next Top Model&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(You could see how BORED I was)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to take my long-abandoned nikon D5000 for a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snip Snap hour, yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was at the peak of my excitement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met an intimidating photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a friendly talk in the beginning but things went a lil spicy after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was judging my ISO settings, my lens (cz i just have kit lens) and when he saw that i was using manual mode, he was like "Wah, you use manual mode arr??!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=.='''!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yeah I get it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;photographers like to show off their skills and what not right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, maybe not all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but mostly are those half-bucket-water ones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ouch!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not that I'm being "small gas" or unreasonable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but my point is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just because &lt;b&gt;I'm a girl&lt;/b&gt; and I own a D5000 with no additional whatsoever bombastic lens,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it doesn't make me a rich-spoiled-gal who happens to buy a DSLR and treat it like a digital camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have full respect for it and I dont take it for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and yeah, I know how to use&lt;b&gt; Manual &lt;/b&gt;mode too....mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or else why would I ever wanna own a DSLR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to him, 50% of my enthusiasm was put off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why, but I was pretty upset with his perception of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as a photographer, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, being the noobie,&amp;nbsp;amateurish photographer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just walked around and snip snap a few pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The varsity lake could be boringly interesting at times....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a &amp;nbsp;pic that I took&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like a lady trying to wrap herself up with her robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPvX2Za0_ak/Tbk2LurOUEI/AAAAAAAAA9M/nTQGIca5vvU/s1600/tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPvX2Za0_ak/Tbk2LurOUEI/AAAAAAAAA9M/nTQGIca5vvU/s320/tree.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole experience was a lesson for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not judge a photographer by its camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, I do make the same misakes as&lt;b&gt; Mr.Thinks-He's-Better-photographer,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is to have a judgemental view towards others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knows, they may look like a noobie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but actually is a pro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The main point is not just to own great gadgets, or know a bunch of great skills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but also to snap pics that have quality and touching to the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yada,yada,yada....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I better stop ranting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3603101903685670160?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3603101903685670160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=3603101903685670160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3603101903685670160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3603101903685670160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-judge-photographer-by-their-camera.html' title='Dont Judge A Photographer By Their Camera'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BPvX2Za0_ak/Tbk2LurOUEI/AAAAAAAAA9M/nTQGIca5vvU/s72-c/tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3158409451597721162</id><published>2011-03-29T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:12:09.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Fragile Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzzBCXcwcP0/TZJldWka_CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/SolcM6tQYJM/s1600/sad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzzBCXcwcP0/TZJldWka_CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/SolcM6tQYJM/s320/sad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feeling so lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I've lost all that "moxy" within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My fingers are running dry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;skin growing dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The only nourishing element is my sickening fragile heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm indeed hard to grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;insanely insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and unforgivably dishonest with my own self...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ain't living in a bed of roses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but I know life aint gonna go my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;still in my baby steps to learn how to compromise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;to be understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and knowing how to sing my dishonest being to the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Help me Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;no one could assure this restlessness but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Place your melodies upon my lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so that I can write and sing again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even if the world turn its back on me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have someone dearly above awaiting to embrace... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this fragile being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3158409451597721162?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3158409451597721162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=3158409451597721162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3158409451597721162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3158409451597721162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-fragile-being.html' title='This Fragile Being'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzzBCXcwcP0/TZJldWka_CI/AAAAAAAAA9A/SolcM6tQYJM/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2820588511322224267</id><published>2011-03-21T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:37:12.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Smile : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mc9hB7v1RNg/TYgBHnjpHUI/AAAAAAAAA88/9boIoZ6CiJQ/s1600/take_a_smile_by_apalipis-d3albe9_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mc9hB7v1RNg/TYgBHnjpHUI/AAAAAAAAA88/9boIoZ6CiJQ/s400/take_a_smile_by_apalipis-d3albe9_thumb.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wake up in the morning&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;listening to the rain sing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could you feel my heartbeat darlin'?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish that time would just&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;slow down it's pace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I could look into your eyes a lil longer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know its cliche to say this,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;your smile lights the day out of me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's funny to say such words,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as I'm not that die-hard romantic...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But one thing I wouldn't deny is that...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love your smile,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and all that's within.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(another song undone...hmmm...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2820588511322224267?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2820588511322224267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2820588511322224267' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2820588511322224267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2820588511322224267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-smile.html' title='Your Smile : )'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mc9hB7v1RNg/TYgBHnjpHUI/AAAAAAAAA88/9boIoZ6CiJQ/s72-c/take_a_smile_by_apalipis-d3albe9_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-948606385300002674</id><published>2011-03-13T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:59:31.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gTJNP_TF79I/TX2ZyW026zI/AAAAAAAAA84/an0QLqon76Q/s1600/DSC_0756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gTJNP_TF79I/TX2ZyW026zI/AAAAAAAAA84/an0QLqon76Q/s320/DSC_0756.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For 21 years of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is my 1st time being in a relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much to learn and experience...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm excited&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so am I terrified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heard too many stories and experience from others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how they went from lovey-dovey to break ups...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from inseparable to separable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Many said that after the chase,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the guys will not be as keen as before once they got you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so have to "diao ge" (play hard to get)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;etc... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the pass few weeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;indeed I felt like the luckiest gal in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, its that cliche to say this when you're in love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's been such an angel in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never felt so blessed and loved by a guy before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the main reason I gave him THE green light was because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's simple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and insanely funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to watch him laughing at his own silly jokes at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is really really silly!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I enjoy this&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(????)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the way he does little things to care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the way he held my hand when we're in the car,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talks about everything without any holding back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad that he trusted me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and so do I).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's full of surprises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(and maybe he knows I love surprises...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally found someone who can actually surprise me out of my expectations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess he must have squeezed all his brain juice out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(valentines day,when he talked on stage during Dayao...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was rather&amp;nbsp;exhilarating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;His love for music is genuine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not just to show it off, but savour it even though when no one listens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at the way he plays his guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If thats not passion, then I don't know how you rate it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He shows his affection naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After being with him only I realized,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was after all as shy as any other girl in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(which I thought I'll never react like this in my life =.=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good thing he is kind enough to take initiative...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know to some people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it seemed like a fast ride for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no matter what people may say and judge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the decision falls into our hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether we want to take it a step further or let it be,&lt;br /&gt;its up to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many examples out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but in the end, we decide our own future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant live based on other ppl's opinions and views alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a newbie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe a noobie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe as long I put my trust in him and God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we shall overcome the thorns and stones ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not alone in this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People and the world may tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things will get worse as time goes by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we will get better and better in time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oezyDr4G30g/TX2RudK8bXI/AAAAAAAAA80/KnJFs16wk8c/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oezyDr4G30g/TX2RudK8bXI/AAAAAAAAA80/KnJFs16wk8c/s320/DSC_0748.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I heart you,silly guy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-948606385300002674?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/948606385300002674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=948606385300002674' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/948606385300002674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/948606385300002674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-gTJNP_TF79I/TX2ZyW026zI/AAAAAAAAA84/an0QLqon76Q/s72-c/DSC_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1579937455484055893</id><published>2011-03-04T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:21:59.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythm of Love</title><content type='html'>I cant tell how much I'm in love with music...&lt;br /&gt;It's like a best friend who understands your every thoughts and emotions&lt;br /&gt;It's like a sweet kiss upon your lips...&lt;br /&gt;something so&amp;nbsp;irresistible and&amp;nbsp;addictive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since joining Da Yao &lt;i&gt;( a song composing unit at my university)&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much in my music life...&lt;br /&gt;never once I played,sang and dance along with so many music gigs out there before...&lt;br /&gt;and learned so much about music and its beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Some inspired me to be a better musician&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;savour every detail of every note...&lt;br /&gt;They showed me how to listen to songs&lt;br /&gt;and worked together as a band/team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Some inspired me to be a better singer&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;to sing with dynamics and emotions....&lt;br /&gt;to convey the meaning and message of the song...&lt;br /&gt;not just merely a tune that spreads out from your tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Many inspired me to share and care&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, sharing is caring...&lt;br /&gt;Through others I learned to share my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;(though I'm not that pro after all....XD)&lt;br /&gt;and also to sincerely care for one another like a family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really enjoyed myself in this family of music...&lt;br /&gt;we all come from different backgrounds, shapes and sizes...&lt;br /&gt;but music is the main reason we are all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we will face conflicts,&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;but I do hope everyone is moving in the same direction and one heart...&lt;br /&gt;that is to share the passion and wonders of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the lyrics of a song I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: orange;"&gt;" So no matter who you are, just listen to the rhythm of love"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly everyone is different and unique in their own way,&lt;br /&gt;but the same passion draws all of us in the same family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I've made my choice to stay back in Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like God's way is so much better than my own way....&lt;br /&gt;I believe Yao Lan Shou is gonna be a huge stepping stone to reach for my dreams in the future...&lt;br /&gt;and there's just so much to learn and offer back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I made a difference here...&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully I've blessed someone,somewhat, somehow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1bIw_rGROA4/TXE7ZetMsJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Xg-qx2l_BG4/s1600/166355_1746314583752_1415407876_31899286_1749956_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1bIw_rGROA4/TXE7ZetMsJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Xg-qx2l_BG4/s400/166355_1746314583752_1415407876_31899286_1749956_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I've always thought the moon out there is rounder and brighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;but this time maybe I was wrong... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1579937455484055893?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1579937455484055893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1579937455484055893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1579937455484055893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1579937455484055893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/rhythm-of-love.html' title='Rhythm of Love'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1bIw_rGROA4/TXE7ZetMsJI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Xg-qx2l_BG4/s72-c/166355_1746314583752_1415407876_31899286_1749956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-8826961401492921778</id><published>2011-02-23T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:42:08.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>就在下着雨的下午...</title><content type='html'>现在的心情就像外面的雨...&lt;br /&gt;下得又大又猛烈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不懂为何心里流了那么多的泪...&lt;br /&gt;感到很累,很辛苦...&lt;br /&gt;到底要如何才是对？&lt;br /&gt;怎样才是错？&lt;br /&gt;难道我现在所想的就是一时的冲动？一时的不理智？&lt;br /&gt;一时感情用事？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;似乎被紧崩得说不出话来...&lt;br /&gt;总之，我所说的最后也会被反击...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我没有刻意去为谁辩护,&lt;br /&gt;我确确实实地在诉说我心里的感受....&lt;br /&gt;最后换来冷漠的眼光...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很伤...&lt;br /&gt;又不懂找谁好...&lt;br /&gt;最靠近我的人,似乎也不了解....&lt;br /&gt;希望上帝能够安慰...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;这是我第一次为你流泪...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8826961401492921778?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8826961401492921778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=8826961401492921778' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8826961401492921778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8826961401492921778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_23.html' title='就在下着雨的下午...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5698096941147891232</id><published>2011-02-22T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T04:48:12.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift (new song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KnKm_PkUU9c/TWOuv0ZAShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kXEPw0c_CHI/s1600/DSC_0780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KnKm_PkUU9c/TWOuv0ZAShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kXEPw0c_CHI/s320/DSC_0780.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think of you on a summer's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and all the pretty gifts that you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's like a kiss on my cheek on a valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You pull a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You're a gift for all occasion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;for all kinds of celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ooo....ooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wrote this song during lunch time at Subway. This is a song I wrote for an advertisement video for the business competition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know...totally random and out-of-place for me to join such a competition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyhow, its too late to turn back...at least I'm able to use my talents for this competition right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every word I sing is true. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To listen to the song, here's the link:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liHabXjBPPA"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liHabXjBPPA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;support!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KnKm_PkUU9c/TWOuv0ZAShI/AAAAAAAAA8s/kXEPw0c_CHI/s72-c/DSC_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3496469252557494237</id><published>2011-02-15T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:27:54.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color de Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Suppose to be sleeping now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;gosh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mind cant stop spinning and working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wish you could bring me out for supper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But I guess I gotta control my appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;or else we both would end up overweight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hope to get some air to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;some space to venture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Its time to drive on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and see how GPS leads the right way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Either further or nearer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;only time will tell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-379580889494831247?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/379580889494831247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=379580889494831247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/379580889494831247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TVLL0pD1P_I/AAAAAAAAA8U/6A1m5yVKQs8/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love standing at the wide paddy fields,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling the breeze and the warm sunshine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing beats the stillness of the beautiful sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love freedom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dislike being tied down and boxed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, I'm terrified for the day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I will choose to give it up for someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TVLOOIi4pTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yJB04xxUhME/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TVLOOIi4pTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yJB04xxUhME/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know many people have been using the kite metaphor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to write songs all over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not exception and not trying to be a copy cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just really what I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After flying kite with my sis and her friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realized...I'm really like a kite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more you pull the string, the more it will fly higher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when you apply tension on the string,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kite will soar high and steady in the atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm exactly what it is like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more you go against me, the more I would rebel against you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with proper tension and guidance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would stay firm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is how amazing God is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows me more than I do for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He kept me rooted and firm on His ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that no matter how incessant I flew in the air,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll still be rooted in Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hopefully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someday,someone,somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;could be the secondary string of my kite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh why am I so melancholic now??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must be those gastric juice...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5490337029081236517?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5490337029081236517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5490337029081236517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5490337029081236517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5490337029081236517'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TUHEmLJmB0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/M2i0CJDQuTM/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TUHEmLJmB0I/AAAAAAAAA8M/M2i0CJDQuTM/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know what you could see in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this rebellious and hard-to-grasp person... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like a thin string in one's hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could slip off any moment if you're&amp;nbsp;incautious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I thank you for your love and care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for making me a string attached&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not easily detached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tie me to the ground&lt;br /&gt;and leave me be&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be a strong one&lt;br /&gt;but one cut could break my nylon thin heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tight grip.&lt;br /&gt;keeps pulling me,&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds back to your ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1007661941771916969?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1007661941771916969/comments/default' title='Post 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face...there's a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pathetic way to hide away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the&amp;nbsp;ostrich stuffing its head into the ground when troubles come,&lt;br /&gt;Like the how we wish we could dig a hole when everything is going wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Like how people squeeze those earphones into their ears to shut them down from others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like them,&lt;br /&gt;I hide my face within curtains of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Such a crappy self-defence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3599573109320671794?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3599573109320671794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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may not taste the cake he baked...&lt;br /&gt;but as long that cake is appreciated and favoured...&lt;br /&gt;it brings &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; to the customer's life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why not?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may need to damage a few more ovens,&lt;br /&gt;burn some cakes,&lt;br /&gt;break some glasses whatsoever...&lt;br /&gt;All this in the effort for baking better tasting cakes someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baker could have focus on that bad taste of the cake,&lt;br /&gt;but instead, he choose to believe in what he believe:&lt;br /&gt;To be the next &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BIG BAKER&lt;/span&gt; in town.&lt;br /&gt;with the help of his&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; tauke&lt;/span&gt; of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry,&lt;br /&gt;this lil rant is just to get things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;So I could feel much sane...&lt;i&gt;and less insane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TS31DfN69cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s8VGZCGdsuo/s1600/166294_10150334919725076_614770075_16228839_8291064_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TS31DfN69cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s8VGZCGdsuo/s320/166294_10150334919725076_614770075_16228839_8291064_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bad breath is out...&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep those childish attitude back into the bin...&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;See how lovely my smile is..&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;.*ching!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where are my baking tools??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-722394531494222982?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/722394531494222982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=722394531494222982' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/722394531494222982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/722394531494222982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/bakers-metaphor.html' title='The Baker&apos;s Metaphor'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TS31DfN69cI/AAAAAAAAA8E/s8VGZCGdsuo/s72-c/166294_10150334919725076_614770075_16228839_8291064_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4469088874759375518</id><published>2011-01-09T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:52:20.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>It's only the 3rd week since I came back and it felt like I've already gone through waves of experience!&lt;br /&gt;Phew....&lt;br /&gt;Surfing through those tough yet bittersweet moments...&lt;br /&gt;In the end all is well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I'm still in one piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a self-realizing period for me.&lt;br /&gt;Since the drama camp, bookfair performance, MMU performance and yesterday's Dayao singer's audition...&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I've not slow down and take a recap of my 2010...&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even have time to sit down and write my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i'm gonna keep it simple...Dont wanna list down like 10 things and fail to fulfill it like every other years...actually...I've not written any new year resolution since....2007??&lt;br /&gt;So, today I figured out a few &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;(may add a few in the future)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To manage my finances wisely. &lt;i&gt;(for this,cannot reveal too much here)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay my tithes every month&lt;br /&gt;3. Write different genres of music&lt;br /&gt;4. Be punctual for class&lt;br /&gt;5. Do my devotion DAILY!!!&lt;i&gt; (unless I really cant)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. UP my guitar and piano skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Considering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*letting someone in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*learn a new instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...does it seem like an impossible thing to do??? I hope so not...haha&lt;br /&gt;I was actually thinking including "Do not skip class for lame reasons".....but I guess punctuality is a challenge for me itself...better not set the standard too high 1st...&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very honest with myself and to those who are reading this...haha...&lt;br /&gt;You guys are my witness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bad bad student for the last semester...hoho.&lt;br /&gt;10mins to next class! Dont wanna be late right? heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4469088874759375518?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4469088874759375518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4469088874759375518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4469088874759375518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4469088874759375518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-new-year-resolution.html' title='2011 New Year Resolution'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4943471371956776973</id><published>2010-12-24T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:33:23.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a tiring and shitty Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Felt so lost this year...i'm just exhausted.(all aspects)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4943471371956776973?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4943471371956776973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4943471371956776973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4943471371956776973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4943471371956776973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-tiring-and-shitty-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6551249940853008622</id><published>2010-12-22T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:33:11.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching Trip (day 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah...finally got time to write about Day 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So early in the morning after a nice meal in Lime Tree hotel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we took a 30++min journey to Bako National Park...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have to take a 20min boat ride there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJOlMBb84I/AAAAAAAAA7I/XT6HyfZmvRc/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJOlMBb84I/AAAAAAAAA7I/XT6HyfZmvRc/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cam whore session! Yeah, i know to some photographers who sees this will think i'm going insane...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but who says we cant camwhore with a DSLR in a jumpy boat in the middle of the sea? lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJPVsiJoII/AAAAAAAAA7M/N8AZZjr3yVI/s1600/DSC_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJPVsiJoII/AAAAAAAAA7M/N8AZZjr3yVI/s320/DSC_0146.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful sky that day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJQTiQyLzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/J495GlmWMQE/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJQTiQyLzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/J495GlmWMQE/s320/DSC_0178.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*mute*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJRDFgfh7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jg-u-p0QKHY/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJRDFgfh7I/AAAAAAAAA7U/Jg-u-p0QKHY/s320/DSC_0180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got off the boat and walked to the beach. Its not really a beach though..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;more like harden mud-soil-ground to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the&amp;nbsp;scenery&amp;nbsp;was awesome...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJR7pv1hRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Q4bSjACg0hc/s1600/DSC_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJR7pv1hRI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Q4bSjACg0hc/s320/DSC_0203.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;found this umbrella looking tree,which resembles to a landmark we saw in Chiang Mai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a year ago...*snap!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJS1FF-Q2I/AAAAAAAAA7c/7g8iDDS6Rws/s1600/DSC_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJS1FF-Q2I/AAAAAAAAA7c/7g8iDDS6Rws/s320/DSC_0211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after wow-ing at the beach and saw some&amp;nbsp;wild bore running naked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we started our hiking journey into the Bako hills!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJTdCMwVjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/gJDDwNkM_YU/s1600/DSC_0241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJTdCMwVjI/AAAAAAAAA7g/gJDDwNkM_YU/s320/DSC_0241.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aint this cute? This moss is everywhere on the ground wherever we stepped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJUjfO40OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kZS5sqE2cFo/s1600/DSC_0243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJUjfO40OI/AAAAAAAAA7k/kZS5sqE2cFo/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;see?? but its fancy looking though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there's actually alot of plants and trees photo, but i guess it'll basically appeals the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to those who have less interest in agriculture/plants...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a daughter of an agriculturist, I MUST at least pretend to be interested right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lolz...but i love nature,dont get me wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJVd0l8vjI/AAAAAAAAA7o/jFsqPcjJ5XY/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJVd0l8vjI/AAAAAAAAA7o/jFsqPcjJ5XY/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the top of the hill and found lots of pitcher plant!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the medium size...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJXL4wIFWI/AAAAAAAAA7s/zUEbxSsmjIk/s1600/DSC_0297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJXL4wIFWI/AAAAAAAAA7s/zUEbxSsmjIk/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We then took a short cut way...the guide took use us to walk amongh the mangroves trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is so&amp;nbsp;stoked! Walking among those respiratory roots and sea water,,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course we need some SS pics!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJX_k5XWLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0QdiA1YGTdY/s1600/DSC_0319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJX_k5XWLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/0QdiA1YGTdY/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dad posey again...(he requested this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well,later that we had lunch, walked a lil more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yada yada yada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rested...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and in a blink of an eye, its dinner time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJYjELZUGI/AAAAAAAAA70/8a-wvatf7RY/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJYjELZUGI/AAAAAAAAA70/8a-wvatf7RY/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend brought us to this restaurant...modest looking one...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJZVS-wuKI/AAAAAAAAA74/gRo1kBcbpJk/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJZVS-wuKI/AAAAAAAAA74/gRo1kBcbpJk/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the "Ou Jian". The oyster wasnt fried at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;should be called "Ou Boh Jian" (hokkien)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha..but it was nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJaEmgabyI/AAAAAAAAA78/aAuJ8Ufw90M/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJaEmgabyI/AAAAAAAAA78/aAuJ8Ufw90M/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is another one to intro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they call it "pilin",a kind of paku pakis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the texture was nice...love the lil crispy "branches" running through my teeth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats the best I can describe myself...=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were more food but those you can find in west malaysia lar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Overall, I enjoyed myself in the GREENS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told my family "After months of living in the concrete jungle, now I finally entered the real jungle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRESH AIR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Day3-5 coming soon!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;stay tune =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6551249940853008622?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6551249940853008622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6551249940853008622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6551249940853008622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6551249940853008622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/kuching-trip-day-2.html' title='Kuching Trip (day 2)'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TRJOlMBb84I/AAAAAAAAA7I/XT6HyfZmvRc/s72-c/DSC_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5241163990255371282</id><published>2010-12-18T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T08:38:23.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching Family Trip [Day 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After the melaka music camp,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to rush straight back hometown to prepare for my family trip to Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a tough choice for me to do so cz I wanted BADLY to join the singer's workshop. I know its gonna be fruiful workshop and tonnes of crazy fun. But family is priority and my mom would kill me if I change my mind last minute.LOLz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So,I packed my bags. And the next morning,we arrived at the Penang Airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyEIwp8EEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7521eS_SB78/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyEIwp8EEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7521eS_SB78/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;You wonder where I got my hyper genes? Answer: Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's posing...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyEmHU3WGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/yoy8hjEsXMg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyEmHU3WGI/AAAAAAAAA6I/yoy8hjEsXMg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lovely weather...=) and the clouds are like cottons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;felt like jumping on them and have a nice noon nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyFJPcn2NI/AAAAAAAAA6M/__tMHHPO2cM/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyFJPcn2NI/AAAAAAAAA6M/__tMHHPO2cM/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyGZqwLHOI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h5cOyEnwo2A/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyGZqwLHOI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/h5cOyEnwo2A/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reached the Kuching airport. Found this funny lady standing and smiling at us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing her so pityful all &amp;nbsp;by herself, we decided to give her a warm greeting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyH-M62quI/AAAAAAAAA6c/L2vOzIABqC4/s1600/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyH-M62quI/AAAAAAAAA6c/L2vOzIABqC4/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got to our hotel. The LimeTree Hotel. Everything is related to the theme "Lime".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its pretty subLIME...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyG-B8__AI/AAAAAAAAA6U/RKvAjcmEaIE/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyG-B8__AI/AAAAAAAAA6U/RKvAjcmEaIE/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The small living room...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyHjvS1ntI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/T7RASHyAgXg/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyHjvS1ntI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/T7RASHyAgXg/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bathtub! I know i'm kinda overreacting about it but its huge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can fit in 3 gals ler...lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyNdwCBxAI/AAAAAAAAA68/kUMRczi8SQA/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyNdwCBxAI/AAAAAAAAA68/kUMRczi8SQA/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are 2 rooms but I'm just gonna show the main one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Super Uber comfy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After jumping around the bed, we went for dinner...hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyKzfFzzWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HxvIvNHbvKw/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyKzfFzzWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HxvIvNHbvKw/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We walked around the hotel area and found this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad wanted to give it a try so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyIigwIfMI/AAAAAAAAA6g/DlPt1nXB6ME/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyIigwIfMI/AAAAAAAAA6g/DlPt1nXB6ME/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;SERIOUSLY looking through the menu..hmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyJ5eM1juI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zHp9sAUNYtk/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyJ5eM1juI/AAAAAAAAA6o/zHp9sAUNYtk/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyKcedbHpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ysRkXiiPdrY/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyKcedbHpI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ysRkXiiPdrY/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left : Jiang Nan noodles,lotsa vege,not bad lar..Right: Duck Noodles is GOOD!Duck meat very delish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyJSwMpWHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/TcqqSFG4HpU/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyJSwMpWHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/TcqqSFG4HpU/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tomato sauce noodles...the name says it all....yeah....=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyMMtw9cZI/AAAAAAAAA60/4YAhrCin3Ow/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyMMtw9cZI/AAAAAAAAA60/4YAhrCin3Ow/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to take a walk at the Waterfront riverside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saw this...the Dewan Undangan Negeri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dang,so much nicer than the mini Putrajaya in Perlis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its like Palace floating on water...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyM6yb7MhI/AAAAAAAAA64/DumFoHnuxWs/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyM6yb7MhI/AAAAAAAAA64/DumFoHnuxWs/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And some self-indulging momens at a unique story telling wall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about some crocodile...etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyN9qfNheI/AAAAAAAAA7A/1OfQhJa1MQQ/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyN9qfNheI/AAAAAAAAA7A/1OfQhJa1MQQ/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The hotel gave us complementary drinks at its lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lime Soda! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to play some "needle" game....dont know the actual name for this game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA!and obviously I suck like a chicken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyOlDyo2pI/AAAAAAAAA7E/W5bBh4Rs6B4/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyOlDyo2pI/AAAAAAAAA7E/W5bBh4Rs6B4/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lil view of the lounge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Small yet fancy. If there's a few friends to be around would be much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then &amp;nbsp;its sleeping time...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There goes a day and the adventure is yet to take place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tune for day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5241163990255371282?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5241163990255371282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5241163990255371282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5241163990255371282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5241163990255371282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/kuching-family-trip-day-1.html' title='Kuching Family Trip [Day 1]'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TQyEIwp8EEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7521eS_SB78/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-7327041585143828676</id><published>2010-12-08T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:03:32.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, I woke on the wrong side of bed today. Received a phone call from Dad, asking me to go back as soon as possible. He was expecting alot from me for the church Christmas programme. Sighs....we kinda got into an unpleasant conversation as I try to explain why I cant go back so soon yet. Anyhow, I feel bad for not being able to divide myself into half and enjoy the best of both worlds. So yeah...9.30a.m was a bad start of my morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 things going on at the same time today...one heck of a time table...&lt;br /&gt;So, being in a rising temper, what would you usually do? &lt;i&gt;Continue to sleep?Eat?Facebook?Youtube??Find someone to talk to??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to find someone to talk to...someone whom I've neglected for sometime...&lt;b&gt;God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it out..i dont mind but yeah, He is someone I've been hiding in the closet for days. Living in an unhealthy lifestyle, not attending church for 2 weeks...actually made me felt very much disconnected from God. Though He has been blessing me alot these days, but I'm feeling bad for not seeking him hard enough like I used to be....so, I did my devotion today! &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;(somebody say Yeah!! =P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BINGO&lt;/span&gt;....everytime when I do my devotion...its just so specific and intimate. I know for some of you who do not believe in God/Jesus Christ, you may not get what I feel,but dont worry, it could happen to you someday. =P&lt;i&gt; I'm reading from Ps.Joel Osteen's "Your Best Life Now".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Ephesians 2:10&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; " We are God's workmanship,created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all uniquely crafted by God...each of us has our own special traits and talents. He sees the best in you and our good moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually&amp;nbsp;struck&amp;nbsp;me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I've been living in self-condemnation all this while. Though I always self praise saying &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I"m the prettiest gal in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,bla bla bla....I'm actually a very low esteem gal. I need alot of encouragement and confirmation from people to feel proud of myself or something I've done. Especially for the song I've written, I usually get so happy when ppl like it although the quality of the sound may not be as good..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;.I based my self-value TOO MUCH on other ppl's feedback&lt;/span&gt;. So, whenever there's not enough good respond or there are some harsh critiques on what I've done, I get utterly discouraged. And then I'll fall into a stage of self-condemnation and hatred. &lt;i&gt;I wont usually admit this to ppl or show it too much....cz its gonna make me look pathetic...haha....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today's message was so straight to the bull's eye. *Hiak!*....hit right to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;"Your sense of value isnt based on your achievements,how well you perform,how somebody else treats you, or how popular or successful you are. Your sense of value extends from the fact that you are a child of the Most High God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;As his unique creation, you have something to offer this world that nobody else has, that nobody else can be!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOW WOW WOW...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is indeed very encouraging...most importantly, it just speaks the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;hell &lt;/span&gt;out of me. Its just like someone giving u a general advice that actually speaks so specifically to your hurting heart. And it gives you the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*eureka* moment&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;*ching!* &lt;/span&gt;then you awake from a long dream....its just like sleeping beauty waking up from death after the prince kissed her...&lt;i&gt;(ok enough with the drama...HAHA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess after joining Yao Lan Shou (a song writing based music group in UM)...my expectations for my music has gone from 50% to 101%...haha....after witnessing all those talents from others, my competitive spirit just shoots up. Its not really a Jocelyn kinda mindset though. However, it affects me more than anything. I feel so inadequate, so defeated and lost. Being an impatient person, I just wanna reach to a high level instantly. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;So I got kinda lost of where to start best cz I wanna find that short cut to &lt;i&gt;"professionalism"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I ended up in frustration and condemn. I was being quite hard upon myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are also alot of things that made me felt the same...such as my drama studies,relationships &lt;i&gt;(ooo lala)&lt;/i&gt; and believe it or not I also cared about my looks....haha...not usually what I would think of...but yeah....&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be good in everything...greedy greedy gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today God is reminding me that I'm his &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;workmanship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...meaning I'm in the process of being crafted. I forgotten that I"m in a process of learning! It takes time and years to reach there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am a "work in progress"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. LOL...I shouldn't be so discourage,instead be happy about where I am and keep absorbing what I've learned yesterday and today.God is moving me to greater things,day by day,bit by bit....(Amen to that! Somebody say YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to how far I've gone, from a small town to a huge city...I can't say that I achieved nothing. And I'm grateful for what I have.&lt;br /&gt;I may not see God physically, but all I have around me, all I've experienced and went through, allows me to experience His presence in my life. Its just so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;*Thank you for loving me despite my rebellious heart.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this be an encouragement and inspiration to all you who read this. I hope you're blessed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You may not be everything you WANT to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;but thank God that you're not what you USED to be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7327041585143828676?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7327041585143828676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7327041585143828676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7327041585143828676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7327041585143828676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-work-in-progress.html' title='I&apos;m a Work In Progress'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-600648653629335201</id><published>2010-11-29T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:23:40.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TPRRmcYNnuI/AAAAAAAAA5k/fmQHjIyQbHU/s1600/jjj.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TPRRmcYNnuI/AAAAAAAAA5k/fmQHjIyQbHU/s320/jjj.JPG" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I am a cool headed person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;as plain to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;a storm coming right towards me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;still i'm sipping tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Sun rays beating on my curtains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;as warm as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;heating up the dust among it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;so are my cold feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Who says every song&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;must have a distinctive meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;and couldnt be lame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;If only this world&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;would be less complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I bet many would agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;singing about dust is no sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 hours before my exam and here &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am, with my ukulele. =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-600648653629335201?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/600648653629335201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=600648653629335201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/600648653629335201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/600648653629335201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/lame-song.html' title='Lame Song'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TPRRmcYNnuI/AAAAAAAAA5k/fmQHjIyQbHU/s72-c/jjj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-545706059155008702</id><published>2010-11-29T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:42:16.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature in the Concrete Jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Bare with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I went to watch the band&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; JUNK&lt;/span&gt; played a gig in a cafe &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;(HotSpot)&lt;/span&gt; at Damai Damansara. It was definitely an anticipating moment for me. &lt;i&gt;(Finally getting out from my room,surely a great thing to do!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, HotSpot was a cafe in one slot of the shop houses, not very big but comfy. I was immediately attracted by the decoration of the place. There were instruments all over the place! Ranging from guitar to violin,trombone,smaller guitar,conga,piano.It was like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;music&amp;nbsp;museum&lt;/span&gt;! There were also pictures of famous people,pics of the owner's younger days...Even the kitchen was decorated with old pots and pans above and beside it...so uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that attracted me the most was the stage. It was a modestly beautifully decorated stage. Small yet its decent. Yellow lights, with more old pics decorated at the background...wow. It gave such a strong &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;indie &lt;/span&gt;feeling, I loved it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ahh, I could just go on and on and on describing...lets not go into there shall we? lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, the band went up to sound check and immediately they attracted ppl's attention.Like a friend of mine,Calvin said: "This is probably the most &lt;i&gt;lansi&lt;/i&gt; sound check ever..." And so JUNK started Junking &lt;i&gt;(jamming)&lt;/i&gt;, and the whole jazzy groovy tune got ppl nodding,clapping, and ever dancing! The lady who owns the shop was moving along to the music and dancing her heads off, &lt;i&gt;as in literally swinging her hair from left to right...wooo.&lt;/i&gt;..and shortly after that her husband climbed up the counter to get his trombone down. He walked up the stage and started playing along with the band! LOL...That was pretty random but awesome. The trombone was rusty of course, but he played with such enjoyment. I just cant describe the joy on his face as he played. And in one of the songs, the auntie just stepped on stage, start singing to the blues! It was totally improvised on the spot. Totally caught me off guard, and in awe. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mind-blowing&lt;/span&gt;. Her voice...argh...i wish I could play it back to u now...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;*press replay button*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after JUNK, there were other punk rock/emo rock/rock rock/metal rock...whatever rock bands who went up to perform. I must say, those were what I really called the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;RAW&lt;/span&gt; talents. Most of it were singing/sreaming their lungs off while banging on their instruments. It was mostly unpleasant to the ear cz I was sitting so darn close to the big speakers and the way they play the music could use more practice &amp;amp; improvement...But apart of being sarcastic, I could see the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt; in them. When they play their music on stage, you could tell how excited and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;set-free&lt;/span&gt; they were,same thing goes to the band mates of JUNK and the couple of HotSpot. There's just so much intensity and passion inside all of them. I believe I was in the midst of them as well. I know what it feels like to have a place for you to express the music deep inside, that kind of emotional release...its just indescribable. Every musician/singer/performer should understand this situation. We are just craving for a place where people&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; LISTENS and APPRECIATES&lt;/span&gt; our music and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Fuyoh...such intensity. LOL...could feel the sweat in my palms now.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A touching moment was the auntie came to us and told us her compassion towards all these youngsters. She kept emphasizing that we young ppl should have a stage to express ourselves. Good or bad quality music its fine...as long as we are heard by others. She continued that music is not drugs,violence or something negative as many ppl would perceived it is &lt;i&gt;(I think she was referring to the punk rock kinda music more specifically).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think she has a point. And I'm so grateful for ppl like her and her husband for opening such a great opportunity for everyone to sing and express our own &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;artsy music side&lt;/span&gt;. =) She welcomed everyone to come play music at HotSpot, just give her a call. Ooo lala! Truly, I'm so touched by this couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt; passionate&lt;/span&gt; night. I cant think of any other words to use except for that. Especially towards the end, where everyone was just singing along to "Kau Ilhamku"...it was pretty a pretty sight. Heart-moving too. Despite the noisiness of the music and cigarette smokes&lt;i&gt; (which was killing my lungs off)&lt;/i&gt;, it was really a pleasant night. I did not regret hanging out with the guys. Definitely a night that I learned alot and was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us performing ppl going on despite all the obstacles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PASSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;(say it in a french way)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Muuuuah!!Ooo lala....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOgaUBGrHYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/opuyhV11YFo/s1600/DSC_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOgaUBGrHYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/opuyhV11YFo/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pink piano.Mmmm...wonder who would buy this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Paris Hilton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2153895296586807846?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2153895296586807846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2153895296586807846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2153895296586807846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2153895296586807846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/musicpassionexpression.html' title='Music.Passion.Expression'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOgaUBGrHYI/AAAAAAAAA5U/opuyhV11YFo/s72-c/DSC_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5655475612788121668</id><published>2010-11-19T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T04:07:45.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Way I Look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOZoVhqb4rI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cCZnUJLXq7k/s1600/DSC02031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOZoVhqb4rI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cCZnUJLXq7k/s320/DSC02031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I know there's something about you boy&lt;br /&gt;that I couldnt get my mind off anymore&lt;br /&gt;The wish of you being here with me&lt;br /&gt;the thrill of having time with you just for a minute&lt;br /&gt;The way you try to tease me&lt;br /&gt;with some other guys out there that I wouldn't look at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;if only you notice&lt;br /&gt;Like the way I move and talk around you&lt;br /&gt;if only you notice&lt;br /&gt;I would have walked away&lt;br /&gt;cause somehow we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;but your gravitational eyes keeps pulling me&lt;br /&gt;from the clouds back to your ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always dreamt of holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;somehow your arms are far from grasp&lt;br /&gt;She's always there beside you&lt;br /&gt;trying to get your eyes to look into hers&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm no competition&lt;br /&gt;but i really really thrist just for one glance from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep looking back&lt;br /&gt;oh i cant stop to look back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5655475612788121668?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5655475612788121668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5655475612788121668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5655475612788121668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5655475612788121668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-way-i-look.html' title='Like the Way I Look...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TOZoVhqb4rI/AAAAAAAAA5M/cCZnUJLXq7k/s72-c/DSC02031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-9103739786905993882</id><published>2010-11-14T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T02:34:54.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.P (live in peace)</title><content type='html'>Little drops of rain&lt;br /&gt;falling&lt;br /&gt;on my window pane&lt;br /&gt;chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a tummy ache&lt;br /&gt;gastric&lt;br /&gt;couldn't&amp;nbsp;feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must this whole world be so&lt;br /&gt;sophisticated&amp;nbsp;complicated&lt;br /&gt;realistic,cruel and&lt;br /&gt;dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant we just be as jolly as could be?&lt;br /&gt;no more tension,anger and&lt;br /&gt;frustration&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another unfinished song*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-9103739786905993882?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9103739786905993882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=9103739786905993882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thought I stand a chance to be good,&lt;div&gt;reality shows otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I'm quite good in music,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reality shows i'm less than average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I could act well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reality shows that I'm just a clown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just when I thought I'm independent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reality shows that I'm pathetically lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and naiveness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive me for feeling that way at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reality shows otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I live too much in a world of dreams and imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2709791194766798053</id><published>2010-11-09T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:08:40.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukulele Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after &lt;i&gt;"The White Snake In You "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so darn free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free till the extend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I ventured around &amp;nbsp;KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(times square, sungai wang, pavilion, bukit bintang area,mid valley,pudu station,ikea...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;UKULELE HUNT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, i've been craving for it quite some time now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and before I could rush into buying one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pastor Soon Lee offered to lend his ukulele to me for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said its better for me to learn it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fall in love with it&lt;i&gt; (for long terms that is...not just for the moment)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then invest a good one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TNmI6M2aRaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lRZ45Z1ExgM/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TNmI6M2aRaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/lRZ45Z1ExgM/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here it is, the Mahalo ukulele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not mine but I'm already in love with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(for now...that is...lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TNmI-d-ZriI/AAAAAAAAA5I/YtcOW02NWq0/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TNmI-d-ZriI/AAAAAAAAA5I/YtcOW02NWq0/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;trying to be pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, if you know how to play guitar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its definitely easy for u to pick up ukulele,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cz its quite similar in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ukulele gives such a joyful and&amp;nbsp;bubbly&amp;nbsp;tone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm at a nice beautiful beach on a peaceful evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh~~ my imagination running wild now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did a different version for my song&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt; "Make me Somebody"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;using the ukulele... =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It sounded just perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2709791194766798053?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2709791194766798053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2709791194766798053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2709791194766798053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2709791194766798053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/ukulele-hunt.html' title='Ukulele Hunt'/><author><name>JoCeLyn 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I do adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppy love is hard to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7838756364898590034?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7838756364898590034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7838756364898590034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7838756364898590034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7838756364898590034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/every-litttle-thing-you-do.html' title='Every litttle thing you do...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6115165840294818250</id><published>2010-10-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:20:51.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have to admit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;feeling kinda melancholic today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Was spending some time with the seniors from the song-writing sociey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;From our conversations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I felt that somehow......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;that 1st place I achieved was just mere luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;No, I dont believe in luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I was a little more fortunate that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Have to be grateful still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I have to much to learn and improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I'm feeling so pressured and tension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Pursuing originality and uniqueness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;trying to write the right tune that shouts myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Browsing some of my pics,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;its funny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;cz I make myself smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsaDlJmVxI/AAAAAAAAA48/WjhS8qcO9go/s1600/DSC_2224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsaDlJmVxI/AAAAAAAAA48/WjhS8qcO9go/s320/DSC_2224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsY9l3_FvI/AAAAAAAAA40/Il6UR4dWVn0/s1600/44925_446682226599_642701599_5207792_4410720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsY9l3_FvI/AAAAAAAAA40/Il6UR4dWVn0/s320/44925_446682226599_642701599_5207792_4410720_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsY0_LwyvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Q8rMP8ApYmI/s1600/72241_10150287233310076_614770075_15441077_2336406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsY0_LwyvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Q8rMP8ApYmI/s320/72241_10150287233310076_614770075_15441077_2336406_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsYzQEzziI/AAAAAAAAA4s/CM3vwZg_hWE/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsYzQEzziI/AAAAAAAAA4s/CM3vwZg_hWE/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BTW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Discovered a new singer today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mindy Gledhill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y8Kc7O4KWOw/TH7PEygh9rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0-uMakJAZQ/s1600/MindyGledhill_Headshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y8Kc7O4KWOw/TH7PEygh9rI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Q0-uMakJAZQ/s400/MindyGledhill_Headshot.jpg" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;First heard her song "Whole Wide World"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Immediately I was strucked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyword, every verse speaks so similar to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;"I wanna hold&amp;nbsp;the whole wide world, right here in my open hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;Maybe I'm just a little girl, a little girl with great big plans"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then there's "Hourglass"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" When you reach for the stars, dont forget who you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please dont turn around and grow up way too fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the sand in my grasp, from the first to the last. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every grain turns into the memory of the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh,life's an hour glass."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love indie kinda songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the lyrics isnt hard to digest,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;furthermore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it speaks straight to my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just couldnt help but smile even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;its ok to feel defeated once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just gotta know how to get back on track and strive on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know there's many trying to pull me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also many behind me, backing me up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I own the promise from my Father above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His words are true and never failing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hold on to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and I believe somehow, someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll also be that girl singing songs inspiring others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bringing smiles to another's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6115165840294818250?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6115165840294818250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6115165840294818250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6115165840294818250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6115165840294818250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile.html' title='Smile : )'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TMsaDlJmVxI/AAAAAAAAA48/WjhS8qcO9go/s72-c/DSC_2224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-8025430361288854525</id><published>2010-10-27T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:46:24.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.Sleep.Rants</title><content type='html'>Finaly got some time to slow down &lt;br /&gt;and write some shizz here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a tiring and stressful week...&lt;br /&gt;The show is a week later and things are starting to get tense...&lt;br /&gt;much more stressful than my previous zebra act...&lt;br /&gt;I deeply understood the amount of PAIN in the ass for a stage manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS,&lt;br /&gt;with all the exams, group works and events coming up,&lt;br /&gt;all demanding for 100% commitment...&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally wear off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many 100% to commit...&lt;br /&gt;how could I ever do so?&lt;br /&gt;There are some which&amp;nbsp;I felt like quitting...but...is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;argh...whose to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while,&lt;br /&gt;I've been acting as if I can handle all this business and stress...&lt;br /&gt;but clearly today I felt otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;Though my face reflects the fatigueness and the lack-of-sleep syptoms,&lt;br /&gt;but I keep a positive attitude to deal with things one step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today...&lt;br /&gt;huuu....after a crappy morning....&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do was SLEEP...&lt;br /&gt;but i realize...I hardly have the time to do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to tell somebody or anybody,&lt;br /&gt;verbally that " I AM TIRED!!!"&lt;br /&gt;but I dont wanna show people that I'm weak or&lt;br /&gt;maybe they'll say "Serve you right for being too active"&lt;br /&gt;so...I'll just BLURT everything out here and I'll be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for the rants...&lt;br /&gt;its time to get back straight up and fix things one at a time...&lt;br /&gt;I know I might sound foolish or pathetic or whatever you wanna think about me...&lt;br /&gt;but once I've taken the responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;I learned that I have to accomplish it till its done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;15mins to the next task...&lt;br /&gt;ZzzZzzZZZzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8025430361288854525?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8025430361288854525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=8025430361288854525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8025430361288854525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8025430361288854525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/tiredsleeprants.html' title='Tired.Sleep.Rants'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1012700467508853487</id><published>2010-10-17T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T15:17:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Much As I...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TLt1jBHOPEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1WnJS7W9cQ8/s1600/vaveylaa_Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TLt1jBHOPEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1WnJS7W9cQ8/s320/vaveylaa_Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wont&amp;nbsp;tell the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but just so you know that it is late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been thinking all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;all midnight about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone is asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;leaving just the crickets here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The chill of coldnights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sinks deep within my skin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As the memory of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;penetrates deeply through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This core of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;could ever contain more of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As much as I wanna be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just want you to be happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As much as I wanna hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I pray that you'll find love that last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll just stand here in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;waiting at the corners of your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hoping that you'll see something differently in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As much as I could... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Stand at a distance... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So near yet so far... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1012700467508853487?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1012700467508853487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1012700467508853487' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1012700467508853487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1012700467508853487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-much-as-i.html' title='As Much As I...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TLt1jBHOPEI/AAAAAAAAA4g/1WnJS7W9cQ8/s72-c/vaveylaa_Sitting__waiting__wishing_by_nebulaskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3953401787577005280</id><published>2010-10-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:13:29.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle on a Cracky Sexy Voice Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TLdEjlTLCUI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mo5rbs_bB5U/s1600/36157_439749258090_543713090_5271877_269705_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TLdEjlTLCUI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mo5rbs_bB5U/s320/36157_439749258090_543713090_5271877_269705_n.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: red;"&gt;Another LONG post...bare with me yea. Just read it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "dumb"...for 18hours.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on the wrong side of bed today, found out that I lost my voice...&lt;br /&gt;COMEPLETELY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHIT" was the first thing that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;I cant manage to loose it by today, because the song writing competition is today, &lt;br /&gt;and I have to sing and play!&lt;br /&gt;But initially I was quite calm and cool...thinking that everything would be alright...&lt;br /&gt;Until 6pm... 2 hours before showdown...&lt;br /&gt;I panicked and shed tears...(which&amp;nbsp;is NOT&amp;nbsp;cool at all...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeply in me, I knew, this was no coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;Its all a test of faith and patience.&lt;br /&gt;Its whether I"ll have faith that I could pull it through, &lt;br /&gt;and not fret when I face such condition.&lt;br /&gt;But as humans, we are all weak. I really wanted to give up.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to other contestants practicing and doing so well in their rehearsals,&lt;br /&gt;singing their heads off...&lt;br /&gt;Man, how I wish you could understand the devastation inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I can only wait and simply have faith, that my voice will recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I decided to sing it through.&lt;br /&gt;"Come what may" ...thats what I could ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;I know as I stand there singing with a cracky voice (plus a risk of running out of tune...)&lt;br /&gt;alot of marks may be deducted...&lt;br /&gt;But most important thing is not winning, but its about touching lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ths while, my calling is to use songs to reach out to people.&lt;br /&gt;and this is one great opportunity to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may notice, instead of asking "Do I sing well?",&lt;br /&gt;I asked " Did that song touched you?"...&lt;br /&gt;SO...I went up that stage with a cracky voice...&lt;br /&gt;I really threw all my fears to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;when I was on that stage...&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing else but gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was quiet and still...&lt;br /&gt;as if the world stops and listens to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never once I was given an opportunity to sing my own song&lt;br /&gt;infront of a large crowd.&lt;br /&gt;This was SUPERB!! &lt;br /&gt;Though it was pitchy, but in my heard I was like "WOHOO!! Yeah baby,rock the stage!"&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;It was cracky, yes...and I think thats&amp;nbsp;the only&amp;nbsp;"resentment" of the night. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe it made me sounded more sexy??? hmmm....I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we've come to the prize giving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Though I told many that winning is not everything, &lt;br /&gt;but seriously...trust me, I wanted to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...thats how competitive I could get sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started off with best performance&lt;br /&gt;best song arrangement,&lt;br /&gt;best lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;most favourited performance...&lt;br /&gt;even I didnt get a prize for best melody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that I dont stand a chance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an amature I guess...&lt;br /&gt;or the judges dont fancy such style...&lt;br /&gt;(there goes my conscious self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 3rd prize...not me...&lt;br /&gt;runner up...still wasn't me...&lt;br /&gt;"GEEZ, maybe my song was that bad after all...MMM,its not about winning,its about the experience...take this as a great lesson...what to do? I've lost my voice, surely it had affected my performance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLA BLA BLA...all sorts of -ve thinking invading my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;All my friends beside were shouting my name, and I cant help but to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;I just cant bare the pressure anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the winner is Jocelyn!"&lt;br /&gt;Before I could stand up and scream,&lt;br /&gt;a whole bunch of people had already scremed their lungs off the roof top!&lt;br /&gt;Lol...I love those guys...always that hyper and LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;But at that moment, I was totally shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really...&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt believe myself until somebody pushed me forward.&lt;br /&gt;I was in deep trauma. HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;(as in positively traumatic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking hands with famous song writer/producer Guan Qi Yuan,&lt;br /&gt;this was another cool thing to remember.&lt;br /&gt;He whispered "You wrote a nice song."&lt;br /&gt;OOO LALA~~~ my tail was wiggling all over the place...HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;I was just...HAPPY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special&amp;nbsp;thanks to these amazing people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Yu Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for buying me bitter tea. Though it was horribly bitter, but I drank it all. And it really helped!! thanks bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for giving me some tips to recover my voice. Out of devastation I followed every step, and it did helped! Thanks too bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Yong Shuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for so willingly agreed to be my replacement singer for the night. Though you didnt sing for me, but still, you action has spoke louder than words. I'm grateful to have you as a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eun Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My violinist! Thank you so much for spicing up the atmosphere. You covered alot for me, cz if it wasnt for your great melodies, my perf would appeared more cracky! You're amazingly talented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ying Chao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, thanks for the pei pa gou and bread. I knew I can always count on you. Your care and compliments are important to me too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Chin Nam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for buying me more chinese medicine and drove me around. You're the best senior ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;my Bro (Joshua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lending to me his expensive and awesome guitar!! the sound of it was just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The PTUM gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah K, Teng Hao,YuJie, Wan Yi, Mei Shi,Jun Kang,Ray,Ying Chao,Jeffred,Mei&amp;nbsp;Mei,Mei Yi,Huey Wen,Ke Xin,Siew Fen,Shi Ling&amp;nbsp;...and all those who didnt came but spiritually supported me...I really LOVE YOU GUYS! I'm not exagerating but really if it wasnt for your LOUD and sincere support, I would have not had so much confidence in me. You guys made me realized that I'm not that bad after all...haha...its just overwhelming to see how you cheered and anticipate this whole thing with me. This competition means alot to me and so are u lovely people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Eugene Ng (aka Sifu) and Wei Ci (dunno how to spell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great great great surprise that you actually came! It was a great encouragement too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Jess,Lyn Yee,Han Chong,Trista and Sze Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bunch of crazy KMPss...thank you so so much for listening and supported me before this.&amp;nbsp;I really enjoyed hanging out with you guys. and tonight you've shown alot of love to me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;MeiYi and Siew Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opposite roomates. Thank you for taking your time to come! It means alot to me as well. Next meal is my treat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Cloudfly and Pei Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you guys dont say much, but I can sense your care for me. Thanks to Pei Ying for advising me what not to eat, and what to eat...haha...and Cloudfly, thanks for being there too. =) Somehow your support encouraged me alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ah Jia,Henna,Chuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, thanks for being there for me. Nuff said. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also all those who supported and encouraged me. Gosh, I'm running out of vocabulary to use. haha...&lt;br /&gt;I guess no words could really express this overwhelmed heart of mine. I'm just...oh bother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, all thanks and glory be unto God. Really, you may not believe, but He made all this happened.&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced so much and grown up a lil more. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned to depend on Him, and know that He is the only one who can make the impossible possible.&lt;br /&gt;Like the lyrics in my song (Kite) ...He is the string of the kite,&lt;br /&gt;holding onto me, keeping me grounded whenever I'm in the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is for Him&lt;br /&gt;and truly He made me understand this song even better through this experience.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I could not write this song without God's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I gained a cracky sexy voice,&lt;br /&gt;recognition and compliments.&lt;br /&gt;Support, love, care, joy,&lt;br /&gt;and a miracle from Dad above&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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just as if... it wasn't of my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And true it isn't...&lt;br /&gt;its from Dad from above.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime before I write a song I'll usually make a simple prayer,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God would place his heavenly melodies into my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there we are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TaDah! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know my song may not sound appealing to some,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm glad that so far many gave credits to those songs.&lt;br /&gt;Many asked " How you wrote all these songs by your own?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, so many times I wished I could answer :&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; "its a gift that He has placed in me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly if I do say that, people may not get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;oh anyhow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm so thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed by gratitude, warmth and peace.&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to write His tunes,&lt;br /&gt;until the very last day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-897283898529775041?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/897283898529775041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=897283898529775041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/897283898529775041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TKTz2DSB1YI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/E35aMUvV3uk/s1600/DSC_1049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TKTz2DSB1YI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/E35aMUvV3uk/s400/DSC_1049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can see is your shining ray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hitting on my anxious heart bay...﻿&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun hidden amidst the clouds&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is your shining ray,&lt;br /&gt;hitting on my anxious heart bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dive in&lt;br /&gt;deeper into that ocean of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you inside?&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever find myself within the tides?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I push through&lt;br /&gt;the more I'm losing you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such a mystery&lt;br /&gt;if only I own the key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to unlock that treasure case within...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*unfinished lyrics...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7444258262391215874?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7444258262391215874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7444258262391215874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4981925314221569039</id><published>2010-09-20T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:06:42.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a fairytale-less</title><content type='html'>I realize,&lt;br /&gt;I have issues when it comes to comparing and competing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a group of people, there seems like no competition,&lt;br /&gt;but inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;I tend to compare with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it comes to things that I do well most...&lt;br /&gt;Acting,dancing and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but to feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, how I wish I'm not such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;in my vocal test,&lt;br /&gt;and during my drama performance practise,&lt;br /&gt;I was compared by my teacher and director to other actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 'C' for group presentation,&lt;br /&gt;and negative comments from the director.&lt;br /&gt;and also a slight critism from a friend, regarding my coming performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole Mooncake Festival performance means so much to me,&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing dearly that everyone in CG or UM could come and watch.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that my friend could understand how important their support is to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the 2 months of our preparation for this perf,&lt;br /&gt;my partner and I had been working so hard to analyse and build out character.&lt;br /&gt;We practise our walking patterns, actions and emotions as well...&lt;br /&gt;though we are just supporting cast, but we still worked our Ass off...&lt;br /&gt;though secretly I wish I could take a leading role, but still I'm grateful for this role.&lt;br /&gt;We seldom receive comments or critism or praises or whatever from the directors......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda frustrated cz I thought we were kinda...neglected I guess...&lt;br /&gt;See, here comes my comparing attitude...&lt;br /&gt;Then today, out of all the days...on this day where I performed with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I finally got critisized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder I should be happy or sad... *huh...*&lt;br /&gt;Finally some attention from the director, but in the end, he compared us to other characters....&lt;br /&gt;we were just not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner and I was devastated....&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you what we went through in short but its hard...&lt;br /&gt;all I can say is, there was too many uncertainties for our character that we cant build a right character for ourselve...&lt;br /&gt;and now we are being critisized and compared...I'm just...disspointed and confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I did wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I anticipated in every scene, I gave my all...&lt;br /&gt;I throw in all my emotions, as if I really live in that story...&lt;br /&gt;But to the directors eyes, I did nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing,&lt;br /&gt;I acted out everything during my group presentation test...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I gave all my focus and strength....&lt;br /&gt;but in the end... all I get was a 'C' ...&lt;br /&gt;and a cold stare from Miss James....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my friend could come to support me,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I got a bucket of cold splased water on my face...&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop comparing!&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop feeling jealous and envious!&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from feeling like a loser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I couldnt give up&lt;br /&gt;and feel down.&lt;br /&gt;Let the tears drop however they want...&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt mean that I'm weak and gonna fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my double best more...&lt;br /&gt;so I could shock those people and make their glasses fall someday.&lt;br /&gt;This is just the beggining of my fight...&lt;br /&gt;my fight for my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for a bunch of friends who cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months of training, we actors have became like family members.&lt;br /&gt;I was touched by their support and word of encouragements...&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much warmth and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made me believe that I could work this role out...&lt;br /&gt;and they'll be there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I thought my day would end dreadfully...&lt;br /&gt;they gave a dramatic twist to the ending of the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMBATAE JOCELYN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4981925314221569039?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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must-have McD and big shopping complex,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can live without those,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I love &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NATURE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont get the magnificent &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sky view&lt;/span&gt; in KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont get the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fresh, non poluted air&lt;/span&gt; in KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You dont have to plan your  journey an hour ahead to reach to another destination,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's not much&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; jam&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and food taste &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;good and cheap&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though KL have something great to offer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there are some things it just cant give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess, that's what makes me miss Perlis all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially the&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; clouds in the sky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sit at the rocky beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy the view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-9181452185607532841?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9181452185607532841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-121289597274648008</id><published>2010-09-10T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:27:13.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Will I Ever Learn???</title><content type='html'>I just dont know what to say....&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling down and if I post something emo on facebook,&lt;br /&gt;dad would ask  me to be more private, friends would further think i'm an emo person,&lt;br /&gt;and he would...maybe not give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll just blurt things out in blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wanna say about me...&lt;br /&gt;I jus wanna get some release of my feelings here...&lt;br /&gt;so skeptics....back off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of caring about what others might think...&lt;br /&gt;what I say might affect them...&lt;br /&gt;and I have to constantly talk with caution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sounded a lil selfish here...&lt;br /&gt;but I just hope... I could speak 100% my mind out...in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not the kinda person who can put word beautifully in manner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I like someone I'll just tell&lt;br /&gt;what's with all the hide and seek games?&lt;br /&gt;When I dont feel nice about something,&lt;br /&gt;if I cant tell it straight to that person, somehow no matter how hard I try to cover,&lt;br /&gt;the disspoinment always slips through my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when can I stop being such a hipocrite?&lt;br /&gt;when can I learn to speak my mind out...CLEARLY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, can I learn that crushes are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;and they meant to make u clash and die hard inside....??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-121289597274648008?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/121289597274648008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=121289597274648008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/121289597274648008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/121289597274648008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-will-i-ever-learn.html' title='When Will I Ever Learn???'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6102708395480847626</id><published>2010-09-04T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:13:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Merdeka Day [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right after &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Broga&lt;/span&gt; Hill,  got invited to join Caleb and the gang on another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;outting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little did I know, it was actually a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;photography class&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But before that we went to grab some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;roti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;canai&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was really good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like...one of the best I've tasted so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad there was no pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were all hungry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it rained! which was such a bummer....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we rode in the car around and around and around the city...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(and the round about for 3 times...thanks to Caleb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, we decided to go ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IKEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And instead of exploring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we played did our photography class there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and played monopoly deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513116980155665474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGrwdaTEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/JeZkxW9RMo8/s320/DSC_0663.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah...this is how you should react.....=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was fun times....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; we are all funny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While Wen Sen taught Robin and Caleb basic photography 101...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGhsdqmdI/AAAAAAAAA34/4vlJfF5Yj_M/s1600/DSC_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513116807284300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGhsdqmdI/AAAAAAAAA34/4vlJfF5Yj_M/s320/DSC_0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Silvia&lt;/span&gt;, intensively into her bejeweled game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click click click....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGSw5lU2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/CqEXrEq-DC0/s1600/DSC_0683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513116550777099106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGSw5lU2I/AAAAAAAAA3w/CqEXrEq-DC0/s320/DSC_0683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started out monopoly game.&lt;br /&gt;It was my 1st time playing a card game of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very refreshing and interesting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...I was surviving the game rather than winning it...&lt;br /&gt;guess my heart was somewhere else in papers and ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some sketches and drawings.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in a situation which seemed weird and mundane,&lt;br /&gt;I found inspiration =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGLmiEjKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GtmGLACdHTQ/s1600/DSC_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513116427735043234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGLmiEjKI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GtmGLACdHTQ/s320/DSC_0710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hunting for a place for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;while the guys got carried away with the cams....&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time catching up with Silvia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's like a big sis...&lt;br /&gt;we have &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; in common too...eg: we love&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Criminal Minds&lt;/span&gt;!! =D&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, she's someone I can relate to and not feel intimidated at the same time&lt;br /&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some elder &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; gives me the creeps sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cool =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFwtyJV0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/meiAIOSA8jE/s1600/DSC_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115965825046338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFwtyJV0I/AAAAAAAAA3g/meiAIOSA8jE/s320/DSC_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snapped by Caleb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...nice pose there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder does all photographer really dislike appearing on pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFfP5-I3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Iohx9OELa4g/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115665747026802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFfP5-I3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Iohx9OELa4g/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snapping everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;even inside the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eCurve&lt;/span&gt;...but its a norm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You snap me, I snap you, he snap you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;camera love triangle&lt;/span&gt;. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we settled down at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Popeye's&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;my husband's restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during dinner...&lt;br /&gt;snaps and monopoly frenzy continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFDzOVjBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/kj_Bdni2uFQ/s1600/DSC_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115194191350802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKFDzOVjBI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/kj_Bdni2uFQ/s320/DSC_0767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;oh boy...what can I say? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Though we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to go somewhere bizarre or picturesque to snap pics or hang out...&lt;br /&gt;but...it was a fulfilling day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aiseh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time of fellowship with Caleb, Silvia, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WenSen&lt;/span&gt; and Robin.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow....hanging out with them was different.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know whether it's a compliment or a complaint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly just felt...like its not what I usually experience&lt;br /&gt;while hanging out with other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;....sounds kinda creepy saying that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful and delighted.&lt;br /&gt;The whole 31st of August was a different experience,&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;out-of-the-cliche&lt;/em&gt; way of celebrating it...&lt;br /&gt;I felt so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all,&lt;br /&gt;despite all the negativity around me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thankful to be a Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia is a great country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pray for our nation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6102708395480847626?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6102708395480847626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6102708395480847626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6102708395480847626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6102708395480847626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-merdeka-day-part-2.html' title='What A Merdeka Day [Part 2]'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TIKGrwdaTEI/AAAAAAAAA4A/JeZkxW9RMo8/s72-c/DSC_0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-7814184105992951165</id><published>2010-08-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:30:41.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Merdeka Day [part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 31st...&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's 53rd &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, as far as i could dig my memory,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;usually my 31st of August would be waving flags,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shouting, singing the same old songs every year,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;marching...and aerobics...=.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this year was different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; This is probably my 1st time celebrating this away from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; This time I was NOT actually celebrating it...as in, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not specially prepared to celebrate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Quite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of "1st times" happened in my life...(including the top 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511740028345537698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2iWnPWVKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/vcKNqO3gQjU/s320/DSC_0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Waking up at 4am in the morning! Which was something so rare for Jocelyn to do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I just jumped off the bed, feeling so energetic...ready to conquer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Broga&lt;/span&gt; Hill&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So there we have, Charlie and Rachel talking along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KL suddenly seemed so peaceful and AMAZING without the hectic jam...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, as we reached there, we started walking up the hill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was pitch dark and we could hardly see a thing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;good thing Grace brought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of spare torch lights, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;or else we all may end up&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; crawling&lt;/span&gt; in the dark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was crowded with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st time I ever experienced climbing a hill with such crowd. I thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; hated to exercise???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;...met some seniors there too...=.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good thing with all the drama muscle training,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I climbed with ease throughout 3/4 part of the journey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I reached the 3rd peak, I was quite exhausted. More like...hungry than tired. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt like staying there for good and wait for the sunrise....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but I suddenly remembered something in my previous devotion...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Where we are may not be a bad place, but we know its not where we're suppose to be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So...with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; of the&lt;em&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; spirit in me, I decided to finish &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Climb&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...and waited for the sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511740607088930354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2i4TOhrjI/AAAAAAAAA3I/dsu3B2bbFoo/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sunrise...not a great spot but this was my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;I was rather encouraged when I realized &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of Christians were there to pray for our country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Broga&lt;/span&gt; Hill can be the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malysian&lt;/span&gt; prayer mountain!&lt;/span&gt; yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We live in a very fortunate and blessed country....its important we bare the burden to pray for our country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511738038475755234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2giyZbDuI/AAAAAAAAA2g/O8ICOqFCE5k/s320/DSC_0584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz watching the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was breath taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511739033163530162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2hcr5d_7I/AAAAAAAAA2o/r6gwh0MN_9o/s320/DSC_0624.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Going downhill was definitely easier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and more relaxing...we can still sing and move around like monkeys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Reciting poems from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; and what not... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later it was BREAKFAST time!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lala&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511739729897660194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2iFPb1HyI/AAAAAAAAA24/xvO7SuforGY/s320/DSC_0642.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maybe I was damn hungry....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pao&lt;/span&gt; tasted like HEAVEN at that moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to mention my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Half boiled eggs!!! yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511739333607638690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2huLI7RqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/3X_bfG_Lnr8/s320/DSC_0645.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That moment was like...paradise!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;like angels were singing in my mouth...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel the taste of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;slimmy&lt;/span&gt; fresh egg slipping into your throat,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mammia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2f_OexpmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2JEF7e3ZTmM/s1600/DSC_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511737427539109474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2f_OexpmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/2JEF7e3ZTmM/s320/DSC_0546.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite how much I dislike the many system in Malaysia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, it is a very different country...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were raised among different cultures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adaptability&lt;/span&gt; is better than other mono cultural countries out there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus its not an excuse for us to say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to reach out to those who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wherever we go, we are able to relate to the 3 largest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;religoin&lt;/span&gt; groups of people in this world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Islam, Buddhist and Hindu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer is a powerful tool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe if we continue to pray and reach out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia will become a blessed nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my day &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; stops here...there's part 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7814184105992951165?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7814184105992951165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7814184105992951165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7814184105992951165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7814184105992951165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-merdeka-day-part-1.html' title='What A Merdeka Day [part 1]'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TH2iWnPWVKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/vcKNqO3gQjU/s72-c/DSC_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-23402227241665601</id><published>2010-08-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T08:54:27.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks,its all your fault</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/THqChxoK37I/AAAAAAAAA2A/uWW69U3xRX8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510860610810339250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/THqChxoK37I/AAAAAAAAA2A/uWW69U3xRX8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do I gain the energy to be so hyper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come I can stay so bubbly and "drunk" all day...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...drunk is the word...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COFFEE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(craving for starbucks again!! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/THqChxoK37I/AAAAAAAAA2A/uWW69U3xRX8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5649462362922435022</id><published>2010-08-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:39:58.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In You, We See Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is gonna be a lil long...bare with me... =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510182735277371138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/THgaAOeyrwI/AAAAAAAAA14/yaNvQfJxY9A/s320/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; This pic makes me smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;weird...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I make myself smile...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These few days has been an awakening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moment for me.&lt;br /&gt;I realize how much I neglected the lost souls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how insensitive I am to those who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know the truth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how ignorant I am to care and love for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was living a selfish life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything was about me and my dilemmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a while ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I joined the City Harvest Church midnight prayer meeting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was such a precious and beautiful moment with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt so close to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God was doing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of healing in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realized I wasn't fully recovered from the depression I had few months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cai's&lt;/span&gt; incident,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tonight I suddenly understood why he ended his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why he reacted so abnormally before his death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was in that exact position as him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 months ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was breaking down...wanting to end my own life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew what it is like to cry so hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till you just cant stop laughing at your own &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stupid self&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know what it's like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm really really grateful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I have Jesus Christ in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without His words and presence with me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would have ended up the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered that night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sitting outside the balcony of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling so hopeless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;truly thought that my world is hopeless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted out from this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ironicaly, I was very aware that this life is not for me to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miraculously, God sent his angels to the rescue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was Eu Wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of 300++ contacts in my phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only person I could get through was him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the line was so bad, i couldnt get to anyone at all..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was the right person at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu Wei started trying to take my mind off things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asking me questions and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he just listens patiently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seldom comment, infact he encouraged me with scriptures from the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was meditating on psalms 36 for the next few days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v7 " How precious is your steadfast love O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v8 "They feast on the abundance of your house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and you give them drink from the river of your delights"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v9 " For with you is the fountain of life; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in your light do we see light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Jesus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we see light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world we live in today is so dark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so full of evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we still have hope in God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is something that always amaze me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is something I'm so grateful about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I wish all my friends could share this delight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joy and hope with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish they could see that Jesus Christ is the only God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awaiting to embrace them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just now during prayer meeting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as Pastor Kevin asked us to read any chapter in the book of Psalms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just randomly turn to a chapter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how coincidently...it was Psalms 36.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For with you is the fountain of life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your light do we see light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is reminding me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that incident I had few months ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my friend's incident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasn't just something that wasn't suppose to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what dad always say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"There's no such thing as coincidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but the will of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I've gone through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is a tool that I could use to help those who are going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same thing as what I'd gone through b4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that I should care sincerely to ppl around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially the outcasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never know whats going on inside a person's mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the experience I had,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could understand what they are going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and help them out just like how God pulled me out from that drench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just so grateful for today's prayer meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grateful for being alive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;staying alive...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankful for life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what an awesome God we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;May this post be a blessing to you all out there =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5649462362922435022?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5649462362922435022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5649462362922435022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5649462362922435022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5649462362922435022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-you-we-see-light.html' title='In You, We See Light'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/THgaAOeyrwI/AAAAAAAAA14/yaNvQfJxY9A/s72-c/DSC_0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6769573780014800403</id><published>2010-08-20T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T04:10:37.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P my friend</title><content type='html'>I really cant take this in.&lt;br /&gt;He was once a close friend.&lt;br /&gt;someone who knew God...someone who had hope in his life...&lt;br /&gt;but now he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago,&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of laziness and laughter...&lt;br /&gt;Sean called " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zhong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cai&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; suicide. He has passed away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like " what?!"&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care whether &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; in the lobby was looking annoyingly at me that moment...&lt;br /&gt;I just...hope it was all a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the immediate depress or break down...&lt;br /&gt;I was later filled with guilt.&lt;br /&gt;So much so much guilt.&lt;br /&gt;He used to have truth in him...&lt;br /&gt;and now he might lost what that is eternal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,thinking about this makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he might need is a friend,&lt;br /&gt;a crying shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;a listening ear...&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm sounding like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; right now...&lt;br /&gt;but, I'm depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I have better words to describe myself now.&lt;br /&gt;......10 years of friendship...and it just ended...like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we can do to change the pass.&lt;br /&gt;He's gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now, is to make sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; around me doesn't end up like him.&lt;br /&gt;and they'll get to find out the truth.&lt;br /&gt;That great love for them that is yet to discover...&lt;br /&gt;its just so sad some people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just no time to waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6769573780014800403?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6769573780014800403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6769573780014800403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6769573780014800403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6769573780014800403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_20.html' title='R.I.P my friend'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4705122870720545976</id><published>2010-08-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:06:34.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>风筝</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7junipers.com/images/sea/bali-kite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 525px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 789px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.7junipers.com/images/sea/bali-kite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终有一天我会飞出这小框&lt;br /&gt;不再留给自己任何遗憾&lt;br /&gt;摘下原本属于我的智慧，理智&lt;br /&gt;配上一双叛逆的翅膀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风筝飞多高都有降落的时候&lt;br /&gt;随风的方向飘流&lt;br /&gt;有你在我背后默默地支扶我&lt;br /&gt;你是那风筝的绳子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风浪混乱的节奏&lt;br /&gt;使我迷糊了双眼&lt;br /&gt;我渐渐失去了&lt;br /&gt;当初伟大的看见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有任何人听见&lt;br /&gt;我呼唤的声音&lt;br /&gt;有没有人能了解我这无助的困境&lt;br /&gt;求你伸出你双手让我再次体会&lt;br /&gt;被你爱的感觉是如此的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;我是那小小的大风筝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4705122870720545976?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4705122870720545976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4705122870720545976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4705122870720545976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4705122870720545976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='风筝'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-8878696437369129615</id><published>2010-08-12T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T00:47:14.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay.Here With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TGTwDsIQ9PI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rcoixfU8okc/s1600/channing-tatum-dear-john-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504788590729688306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TGTwDsIQ9PI/AAAAAAAAA1g/rcoixfU8okc/s320/channing-tatum-dear-john-wallpaper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love stories that could reach out to your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and mend it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear John is one of those movies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrote this song inspired by it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rainy day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I watch those droplets fall into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;every bit of sunshine that's on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All I can see is the wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;of you, in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I couldn't imagine what its like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;when ur lips touches mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;oh baby please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;stay. here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;cant live without u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;stay.here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now u're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm all alone waiting here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its a Full moon now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;are you missing me too on the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8878696437369129615?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8878696437369129615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=8878696437369129615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4483717174410809916</id><published>2010-08-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:46:58.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Spark Burns and Emotions Flows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This world is beautiful with colours and sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant comprehend this feeling of wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So much to say, so much to tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all I can think of is to make a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A song of praise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A song of worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A song of simple melodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;singing freely in my own beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont care what they have to say to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the spark burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and emotions flows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could I ever not let my feelings grow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta outgrow this stage of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just let the wind,take me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the spark burns&lt;br /&gt;and emotions flows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna dance away from the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just with you, 2 in solitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wont you touch me,hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When the spark burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and emotions flows......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm being loved by somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4483717174410809916?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4483717174410809916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4483717174410809916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4483717174410809916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4483717174410809916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-spark-burns-and-emotions-flows.html' title='When the Spark Burns and Emotions Flows'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-8448545671170896368</id><published>2010-08-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:17:14.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TFsNbcC_EMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bHefQbbdKhA/s1600/DSC_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502006134799536322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TFsNbcC_EMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bHefQbbdKhA/s320/DSC_1286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey dad,&lt;br /&gt;how dy? Its 3am and i'm still here awake.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that i'll only be having 4 hours of sleep for the day, I just dont want to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this but, I actually miss my family.&lt;br /&gt;Its just rare but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times I play and just be myself with Joie and Joanna,&lt;br /&gt;talking nonsense and playing with dolls.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times just talking to mom about anything and everything...&lt;br /&gt;I miss discussing and arguing political and scientific views with dad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502005968541180754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TFsNRwr541I/AAAAAAAAA1I/8hpChZRct6o/s320/DSC_1219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;More like I miss their company and hugs.&lt;br /&gt;yeah...hugs...&lt;br /&gt;thats my deadliest vice...in a way...&lt;br /&gt;The squeeze, the warmth and love...&lt;br /&gt;it always means a thousand to me...&lt;br /&gt;and I miss that intensity of closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I could not act independant for a day&lt;br /&gt;and just completely be myself...&lt;br /&gt;And just lie around with someone, spending time talking and lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could just hug someone whenever I want to&lt;br /&gt;without feeling insecure or shy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that hug is secure and assuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's a beautiful sea nearby&lt;br /&gt;so I could swim into the waters and just being sweep by the waters&lt;br /&gt;and feel the warm breeze...&lt;br /&gt;just like my time in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I like about UM...&lt;br /&gt;despite there's no sea in the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there's a big lake =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there's u dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite all the changes, u never change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the midst of every DESPERATION,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still have u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its funny cz no friend/people could ever settle my raging heart...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;only when I pray to u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the midst of HUNGER and PAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u showed me the twist and turns in every story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;reminding me that every situation happens for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even when things dont make sense,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it actually does make sense. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though I cant see u,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I KNOW u are here and u're hugging me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Though u are not literally doing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i could sense u're hugs so vivid.&lt;br /&gt;U are here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502005858047780722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TFsNLVEOZ3I/AAAAAAAAA1A/D2durAsGYOs/s320/DSC_1213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thank you for being a great friend and father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8448545671170896368?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8448545671170896368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=8448545671170896368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8448545671170896368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8448545671170896368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/hugs.html' title='HUGS'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TFsNbcC_EMI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/bHefQbbdKhA/s72-c/DSC_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3635347837218946068</id><published>2010-08-05T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:53:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation...</title><content type='html'>A friend told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" When I read ur blog, seeing u ranting and being emotional....I feel like punching u on the face...*laughs*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a joking manner huh?&lt;br /&gt;I was greatly offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am emotional. Who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just emo in a diff level and magnitude...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I have to put on a smile, whether its faking it or really meaning it..&lt;br /&gt;I cant really show worries and sadness to many cz I just dont have the RIGHT person for me to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;So, blog is the few only places for me to BLURT everything out. SO yeah, it's gonna be more alot of inner thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Please, for u friends whose reading this...please, dont say that to me. Even if u feel that way, say it in a better manner. I admit I cant take such straight fowardness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;as nowadays I'm struggling with solidarity times...today I realize, it no longer is a burden to me.&lt;br /&gt;I realized, that I actually need it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't listening to myself and God all this while.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always around ppl, around noises, around the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to others...I follow them...&lt;br /&gt;and I was loosing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately these days, doing my quiet time with God is very diff.&lt;br /&gt;I can listen to him loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;We made a promise that I shall take my mind off the going overseas issue for a week,&lt;br /&gt;and we shall have a closure on wednesday ( which was yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, God was clearly telling me to NOT WORRY, and to just play my part.&lt;br /&gt;Do more research on other uni while I excel in my UM life,&lt;br /&gt;and he'll take care of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a totally diff experience I have with Him than b4.&lt;br /&gt;While most of my floor mates were off to class this morning,&lt;br /&gt;it was just silent in the bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Well, another lonely day..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and immediately I could hear him saying &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" Child,you need this. I want you to listen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That voice brings a stream of warmth to me as it overcame the chillness of the cold shower.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't exactly explain the whole situation cz its more than words that I could describe.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that, I finally realized this whole transition process did not jsut happen...&lt;br /&gt;while others could find clicks and close friends around and I'm vice versa...&lt;br /&gt;I finally knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that God dont wants me to have friends so he can talk to me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I have nice friends around, but I travel alone alot...which was not a common thing for me back in Perlis.&lt;br /&gt;This semi solidary life has its purpose and timing.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday while I walk pass the lake,&lt;br /&gt;along the bricked pathway in the midst of trees...&lt;br /&gt;that precious time of solitude is a time with God.&lt;br /&gt;Being with/ talking with Him has always been peaceful and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some might not understand this, bt its very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just grateful...and touched.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens by purpose/accident.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know maybe in the future i'll start ranting about being too busy&lt;br /&gt;or wear out cz of the buzzling activities...&lt;br /&gt;and I may get negative again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God is good and he deals with us patiently&lt;br /&gt;He'll open up the curtains infront of our blinded eyes to see things&lt;br /&gt;in a bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so grateful that Father would bring me lesson by lesson so patiently&lt;br /&gt;and lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May u be bless reading this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I read this through twice...so am I. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3635347837218946068?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3635347837218946068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=3635347837218946068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3635347837218946068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3635347837218946068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/08/revelation.html' title='Revelation...'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4841180120513501019</id><published>2010-07-27T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:19:28.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi Solitary Life</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the library,&lt;br /&gt;alone sitting on the red squared couch,&lt;br /&gt;reading &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; novel &lt;em&gt;"Dear John"&lt;/em&gt; by famous writer Nicholas Spark...&lt;br /&gt;For a minute I raised my head and realized...&lt;br /&gt;this really isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn is the kind that is loud,&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by friends, seldom alone except during her sleep,&lt;br /&gt;reading the latest camera magazines...&lt;br /&gt;For that instance I was surprised,&lt;br /&gt;why would I walk in the library alone to read such a novel in the 1st place???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since coming in to University Malaya,&lt;br /&gt;I learned to build a wall between me and people.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a good thing, but it aint bad too.&lt;br /&gt;I was too naive before to allow people to manipulate and take advantage of me,&lt;br /&gt;now I have to learn to be firm but gentle at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;So that I wont be exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But building a wall is not easy either.&lt;br /&gt;I cant help myself to stop talking about me..the inner me....&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just hoping that someone would understand me...&lt;br /&gt;someone would at least&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; CLICK&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there i use that word, which i try NOT to use...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who would share the joy and sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing a major crossroad in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Whethere I should continue pursuing greener pastures in overseas,&lt;br /&gt;or should i just be contented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I"M NOT&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;One time of a let down aint gonna break my dream off...&lt;br /&gt;Im still on a fight...&lt;br /&gt;but this fighter needs a willing ear to listen to her cries...&lt;br /&gt;just somebody to offer a warm hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody who I'm not afraid to show my own flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, I'm not being anti-social&lt;br /&gt;but in this new perspective of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to learn to be socially independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;learning to lead a semi-solitary life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4841180120513501019?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4841180120513501019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4841180120513501019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4841180120513501019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4841180120513501019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/semi-solitary-life.html' title='Semi Solitary Life'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4357653006188647021</id><published>2010-07-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:59:12.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; I'm so glad that God is always faithful. He truly watches out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed. Pissed about many things. For not being good enough, for being a jealous whore over anything and everything, for not doing enough for my besties...for being IMPERFECT among the imperfects. I was disapointed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I feel like I'm losing myself again. Going back to the depress old days again. But just 15minutes ago...as I was skeptically flipping through my devotional book&lt;em&gt; (ah,bad role model)&lt;/em&gt; , today's passage strongly caught me offguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with proverbs 27:8 &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;" Like a bird that wanders from its nest, so is a man who wanders from his place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Kevin Loo (author of this book) mentioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Whenever you are at a point of losing yourself, stop to think and pray. Speak to God. Nothing can be as dangerous as a man who cannot find his way home. Once you have drifted away from home/God, you will find yourself drowning in exhaution,depression and security&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh geez...bang!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Always come back to the Father for He is your source of identity and security.Be at peace for you have found your home in the Lord. He always believes in you no matter what you have don&lt;/em&gt;e." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment...I realized how wrong I was to let my anger overtake me. But it happened for a reason cz I learned my lesson. Cant help to feel so overwhelmed and touched by His teachings. God was talking to me through his words, so clearly and plain to see...like the sharp sword piercing through &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*shing!&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok enough with the drama...=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...I just dont know how to express my gratitude now. I'm just so thankful and happy now.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I dont deserve to get such attention and love but still He gave. Haha...sounds cliche huh? but its from my heart. I'm just overwhelmed. huhuhu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni's activity is gonna get the best of me...I believe i'm gonna be wear out if I dont watch my steps, its so easy to be drifted away. So, i'm gonna hold on tight to my roots while I fly...at least I know I'll land on the right spot even if I fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you father, its such a blessing tonight. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496791171497581378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TEiGcn2d20I/AAAAAAAAA04/CFhHa9dV-L4/s320/ok33.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4357653006188647021?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4357653006188647021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4357653006188647021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4357653006188647021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4357653006188647021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/finding-my-roots.html' title='Finding my Roots'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TEiGcn2d20I/AAAAAAAAA04/CFhHa9dV-L4/s72-c/ok33.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5450845500263131518</id><published>2010-07-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:01:53.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back Up. Refresh.</title><content type='html'>Finally back to bloggie...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm pretty nice name to name it&lt;/span&gt;...bloggie...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the incident falling from cloud 9, i guess i should give some updates here...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, dad decided to not let me go to US...and we all know cz it's the financial problem. But one thing mom told me really strucked my heart. Am I mature and well enough to take care of myself?? Of course i'll tell them I can handle things myself...but as I'm starting my new life here in University Malaya, I realized there's a lot of stuff I cant be independent. Especially emotionaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, living in a not so clean environment is ok for me. I dont scream till the rooftop blows off when i see cockroaches...Im ok with eating malay food which rotates menu from week to week...i'm independent physically....BUT NOT emotionaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just very sensitive to human relationships. A stare, a smile, a wink, a handshake, a glance....it speaks a thousand words to me. And my imaginaition factory up in the brain will start producing "films"....I get very self concious, nervous and anxious of what ppl will think about me. I seem to fail to learn about the "I dont care" theory in life. =/ I just...cant help it but to be sensitive to ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, imagine: Now I fly to US, land in michigan, enters Spring Arbor University, mixing with a lot of whites and blacks around. Cultures and customs are totally diff from the conservative Malaysian background. Ppl talk and behave in a diff manner......I dont know about you, but for me, in my imagination, I may get an emotional breakdown and go hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...no not really. But I think the emotional stress in human relationships will be tougher on me. And at that moment, I"ll definitely miss home alot...and I'll finally acknowledge that dad was right all along.... SO yeah, as much i hate to admit this, i'm not prepared for US ...YET! =P There's so much moulding and stretching to be done in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a great director. He directs our lives in a very unexpected way. Ppl always say, if they predict what is the next scene, then that movie is a lame one....Same, if we know what God is going to do next in our lives, it's gonna be...BORING! He gives us some clues about what the next scene would be...just not exactly whats gonna happen. It's up to us to analyse and take the right steps. I...have to learn to take a step back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very clear with my calling. But the road in the middle is blocked with a big bunch of mist. I cant see whats the next path. Guess, i'll have to wait for a lil longer for the wind to blow the mist away so i can see clearly...sighs....patience is one deadly killer..... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dilemma is...where should i head next? Some thinks I should just spend my 3 years in UM, mom believes Taiwan is a place for me to develop, I personally wanna learn more in US...So where's next? Only God knows. and I'll have to W-A-I-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a reason for me to stay back another semester here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There must be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5450845500263131518?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5450845500263131518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5450845500263131518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5450845500263131518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5450845500263131518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-back-up-refresh.html' title='Getting Back Up. Refresh.'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1200510853045408989</id><published>2010-06-29T23:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:12:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling From Cloud 9</title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i updated my blog...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling guilty cz i only come back here whenever Im down&lt;br /&gt;and so is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my scholarship to US.&lt;br /&gt;I know when i say this my dad would be mad at me cz I've always been very open in the net...like spilling all the beans on the internet platter...&lt;br /&gt;but this one is not private.&lt;br /&gt;Its something I dont wanna be ashame of.&lt;br /&gt;Its something I wanna share with the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously I'd share my excitements and joy about my acceptance into Spring Arbor University,&lt;br /&gt;and now I would love to share my dissapointments and sorrow of not getting the chance to US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be...a tough time for me.&lt;br /&gt;but i believe I'll get there some day. Its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta brush off the agony and bitterness in me.&lt;br /&gt;You should know that I need time to get back up...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not gonna give myself too long to drag myself back from cloud 9...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how unprepared I am to enter local uni,&lt;br /&gt;I have to pack up my emotions and start a new life ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go girl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1200510853045408989?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1200510853045408989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1200510853045408989' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1200510853045408989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1200510853045408989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/06/falling-from-cloud-9.html' title='Falling From Cloud 9'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5453094626926751547</id><published>2010-05-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:09:41.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got accepted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahh, i'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After 2 weeks in Johor Bahru doing mission work, i'm back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well,not suppose to be back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but cz of my scholarship application I have to come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just for those who dont know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am accepted into Spring Arbor Christian Uni in Michigan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just felt like crying the moment I receive it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all this time of hardwork and hassle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this letter is a great comfort to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, it's crossing my fingers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoping to get a fair amount of scholarship to get there!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neways,here are some pics taken when I was in JB,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had alot of crazy fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some are from the Mother's day celebration in my church. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476410161409936354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAeBssty-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/izMPGonhojM/s320/DSC_1844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAdYJJsyQI/AAAAAAAAA0o/9BHJ88rpFzY/s1600/DSC_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476409447493191938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAdYJJsyQI/AAAAAAAAA0o/9BHJ88rpFzY/s320/DSC_1839.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this are the only pics u can take when there's no electricity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAceB7IdWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RUOBqttqQ4s/s1600/DSC_1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476408449120630114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAceB7IdWI/AAAAAAAAA0g/RUOBqttqQ4s/s320/DSC_1678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic is taken in.....the drain =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAbvwhrGgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Q010SZd4wRk/s1600/DSC_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476407654176463362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAbvwhrGgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Q010SZd4wRk/s320/DSC_1613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "junior"..Joshua Liew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i only wanted to take the sky...=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAZd7WdFWI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iA18uXSS3pY/s1600/DSC_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476405148821296482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAZd7WdFWI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/iA18uXSS3pY/s320/DSC_1271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen and this really adorable gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAX2OWMHoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/s_PsIQ6EmcM/s1600/DSC_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476403367214063234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAX2OWMHoI/AAAAAAAAA0I/s_PsIQ6EmcM/s320/DSC_1247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joie and her "sister"... =( what about me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAXK3JMlKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rFVEtwYoxFk/s1600/DSC_1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476402622251177122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAXK3JMlKI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rFVEtwYoxFk/s320/DSC_1198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another candle pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lazy to upload now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will update more...hopefully....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta send in my application forms tmr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5453094626926751547?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5453094626926751547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5453094626926751547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5453094626926751547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5453094626926751547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-accepted.html' title='I got accepted!'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/TAAeBssty-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/izMPGonhojM/s72-c/DSC_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6363069404813882191</id><published>2010-05-06T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:03:58.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Your Steps</title><content type='html'>Got a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;something great is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so blessed to have someone to talk to everynight&lt;br /&gt;thankful to know someone with security,&lt;br /&gt;someone who is true and honest...&lt;br /&gt;no hiding and lying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, things are still uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;It's all gonna be taken into consideration,&lt;br /&gt;cz if I allow myself in again...&lt;br /&gt;it'll always hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be observing and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Watch ur steps gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: more pics soon! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6363069404813882191?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6363069404813882191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6363069404813882191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6363069404813882191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6363069404813882191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/watch-your-steps.html' title='Watch Your Steps'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3280023225927769399</id><published>2010-04-28T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:13:23.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juices After One Tired Week</title><content type='html'>After a week away from home,&lt;br /&gt;hustling up and down from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and back to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Perlis&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was a refreshing and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fatiguely&lt;/span&gt; fruitful travel.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying every second on the road...&lt;br /&gt;even if it's on the irritatingly &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;slow&lt;/span&gt; bus...&lt;br /&gt;at least I'll have sometime to ponder and pray about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I spend time with God on the road....when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a short week, I'd experienced God's work in my life like never before...&lt;br /&gt;So many spiritual struggles and attacks...&lt;br /&gt;But in the end &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; on the&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; winning side&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and God was gracious enough to pick me up from the&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; dirt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; manage to pray for auntie in the hospital,&lt;br /&gt;but I believe she felt the sincerity and love from God....&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be given chances to speak more to her...&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts to see how she fought and suffered with sickness...&lt;br /&gt;she is one strong women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to get back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JB&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;picking up all those old memories built during 2008...&lt;br /&gt;going back to office as &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i-youth&lt;/span&gt; senior...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;staying with Set &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Foon&lt;/span&gt;...catching up with her all day...&lt;br /&gt;meeting up Adrian, Yin, Michelle, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jessalynn&lt;/span&gt; and Dylan...&lt;br /&gt;it was definitely nostalgic for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; disturbed by some incident...&lt;br /&gt;All I can say it was a&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; mayhem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for me...&lt;br /&gt;everything were so out of place and I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;All that came to my mind was...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;smile? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the few rare times where Jocelyn would go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;" snap... I cant get use to this now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all proved to be another great experience....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may walk out of that place feeling so down&lt;br /&gt;so broken hearted...&lt;br /&gt;but it was all so plain to see in the end...&lt;br /&gt;I finally wiped the mist off my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;and God spoke to me that very afternoon after leaving that place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dragging my foot to church after the incident,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I just wanna sleep and brush everything off my shoulders...&lt;br /&gt;But as we were entering the praying session,&lt;br /&gt;the pastor just came and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laid&lt;/span&gt; his hands on me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" You know, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; may say or do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; things to you today, but God is telling you to let go...Let joy flow out from you...and I can see more is going to pour out from you in the future...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PWNED&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I went numb and just cant say anything else but&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; LORD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; the pastor doing some lucky guess...&lt;br /&gt;but it was from Dad...which was so overwhelming....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many times I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; back, it'll give me goosebumps....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;it times for some pics...&lt;br /&gt;Had been bringing my babe with me everywhere I go...&lt;br /&gt;and with the camera with me,&lt;br /&gt;I learned to be daring to approach &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;even if it's people who I never know in the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this, I've learned more than I could imagine...&lt;br /&gt;observing and interacting with different lives...&lt;br /&gt;life is just full of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wonders&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;surprises&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be tough&lt;br /&gt;but looking back to everything we'd gone through...&lt;br /&gt;it always ends up as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3280023225927769399?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3280023225927769399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=3280023225927769399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3280023225927769399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3280023225927769399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/juices-after-one-tired-week.html' title='Juices After One Tired Week'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6550043298217865524</id><published>2010-04-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T11:49:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babe and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you read this title you'll be like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Gosh,this is just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheesy&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But well, I cant find a better way to title this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I name my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dslr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;babe&lt;/span&gt; because I have been spending 7 days straight with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; leave my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm severely obsessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here are some pics to share...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459316310281894562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NjQm7ZOqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2Yfn6hdiJHQ/s320/DSC_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1st day after getting this babe...of course you'll snap a pic together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haven't&lt;/span&gt; even shower after the long day back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yieks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459312278826862450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8Nfl8lnR3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/h6IixgKgQTs/s320/DSC_0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as you could have guessed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my two sisters,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Joie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt; are my 1st experiment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are so willing to let me shoot though,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;smooths&lt;/span&gt; the whole learning process&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta give them credit for letting me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;paparizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them all day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;psss&lt;/span&gt;...more sleepy pigs pictures coming up next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459311535134156018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8Ne6qHdJPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/c1hxGzizsws/s320/DSC_0568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459310755593163794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NeNSGZlBI/AAAAAAAAAyg/mr9T6rFnt90/s320/DSC_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went on a photo shooting time with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really a great weather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; it's storming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well almost&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the midst of the big blowing wind...i found this &lt;em&gt;pinkish red bean looking thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the midst of the green....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This took me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of trials &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adjusting the speed,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;iso&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WB&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if u think it's easy...try standing tip toed with big gust of wind blowing you aside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plus drips of irritating rain on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still it was ...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459309820186507810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NdW1cEuiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/5yihmwuH8Ns/s320/DSC_0492.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;,the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; spot I love to be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there we have the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"burning bush"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under the dark clouds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the sun hiding behind them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Got that kinda "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;magnifique&lt;/span&gt;" moment for a while...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459313401303285074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NgnSI2PVI/AAAAAAAAAy4/HaVFWewv8EM/s320/DSC_1039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Another day at another sea side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shooting halfway and this cat just wants to be in the photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like everywhere I try to take a pic,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will just &lt;strong&gt;jump&lt;/strong&gt; into scene and "pose"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught it in action when it's scratching itself.&lt;br /&gt;Then it stopped...and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;POSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459314178649022226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NhUh-g3xI/AAAAAAAAAzA/w8nxmWTzz_U/s320/DSC_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;...I know this kinda pics are &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's very common to see close up pics like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, this kinda photo captures the life of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing this, I'm just &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It triggers me to think about the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;creator&lt;/span&gt; of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow,even the grass and flowers that we stepped on everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are created in such detail and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;beauty&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people love to play with macro lens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; they can capture the most detailed beauty in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to share more pics soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6550043298217865524?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6550043298217865524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6550043298217865524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6550043298217865524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6550043298217865524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-babe-and-i.html' title='My Babe and I'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S8NjQm7ZOqI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2Yfn6hdiJHQ/s72-c/DSC_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-8284056572961863364</id><published>2010-04-08T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T10:00:45.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip Snip Snap Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...dad spontaneously bought me a DSLR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how cool and touching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cant stop shooting lately...i know ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that kinda gila camera thing is happening to me right now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wish i could post those photos up now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's gonna take some time to resize and upload....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do await for more pics soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going for a shoot early morning tmr...cant wait!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gtg get some shut eye now...till then..Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457811769970547938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S74K41gKXOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6nPdot1fUbI/s320/DSC_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-8284056572961863364?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8284056572961863364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=8284056572961863364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8284056572961863364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/8284056572961863364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/snip-snip-snap-snap.html' title='Snip Snip Snap Snap'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S74K41gKXOI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/6nPdot1fUbI/s72-c/DSC_0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-6108616984403463797</id><published>2010-03-29T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:31:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Point 2</title><content type='html'>HUUU,what a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;These 3 days has been really rough yet fruitful. All the tears and laughter,it's worth it all&lt;br /&gt;As many would know how much I wanted to join the YWAM disciple training school,&lt;br /&gt;sadly I'll have to put that thought down for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I broke down 3 days ago was not because of something that happened in one night,&lt;br /&gt;but it's because of how I look at myself for all these years.&lt;br /&gt;Never really once I credit myself for being good though people may say it's good.&lt;br /&gt;When people praise me, I'll feel like they might just say it to make me feel better...&lt;br /&gt;I tend to not see myself in God's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself through others... that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So year by year,&lt;br /&gt;day by day...&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts and -ve perception takes the hold of me...&lt;br /&gt;and lately this 3 months, all the stress and incidents had caused me to the edge ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...a great relief.&lt;br /&gt;Funny...but true.&lt;br /&gt;Like every dirt just washed along with my tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm really blessed to have such great friends to stand by me...&lt;br /&gt;to just be there to lift me up&lt;br /&gt;and remind me about God's love.&lt;br /&gt;Like Serene said "All things happen for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;so this doesnt happen for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;it actually brought me closer to God. Which is one thing I seriously needed now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dried out till I didnt realized how serious it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things had changed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna grow more and continue to push through all this.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll still have that sucky "you're not good enough","you're not important enough"  thought...But i'll have to clean that up sooner or later...&lt;br /&gt;Totally destroy that thinking...and feel confident of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you out there who prayed and supported me...&lt;br /&gt;especially Chuck,Henna and Jia...it's always about my probs...&lt;br /&gt;and you guys never minded to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I love you gals all the way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to pack up....&lt;br /&gt;and leave on a jet....bus. =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving TOWN!! Weeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;still countless turning points to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thanks Darian for letting me steal ur title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-6108616984403463797?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6108616984403463797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=6108616984403463797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6108616984403463797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/6108616984403463797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/turning-point-2.html' title='Turning Point 2'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-3611753172595440907</id><published>2010-03-23T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:27:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer up</title><content type='html'>You are a precious creation of God.&lt;br /&gt;No one can change your value......&lt;br /&gt;No one can bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;S.O.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wonder when will be that "next time"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-3611753172595440907?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3611753172595440907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=3611753172595440907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3611753172595440907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/3611753172595440907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheer-up.html' title='Cheer up'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-7996928980520149692</id><published>2010-03-20T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:34:49.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Dear ***,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know how to express this well,&lt;br /&gt;but thank you so much for putting up with me all this time.&lt;br /&gt;You'd been a pleasure all this time and I really appreciate your love and care for me.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a chance to return you a favour I would gladly do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wished the situation is not like this right now...&lt;br /&gt;somehow, we just gotta take a step at a time...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you well. Thank you so much for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocelyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7996928980520149692?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7996928980520149692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7996928980520149692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7996928980520149692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7996928980520149692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-7110565360397569466</id><published>2010-03-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:53:52.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astray (Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna hold you closely to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and feel ur heartbeat tightly next to mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wanna hug you like there's no tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will give you every breath of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will you hear me from the other side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's been so long and I just cant deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You'd been a joy and pleasure all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This feeling for you it just cant subside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yougot my head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh you took my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;We may be oceans apart but come what may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;There may be a lot of prices we have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But oh darling let us leave this world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;be here to stay, dont ever go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dont ever go astray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The song is here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULx9rWD-w-k"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULx9rWD-w-k&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7110565360397569466?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7110565360397569466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7110565360397569466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7110565360397569466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7110565360397569466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/astray-original.html' title='Astray (Original)'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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/&gt;After what had happened and suck out most of me...&lt;br /&gt;I unconsciously gave in the &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dark side&lt;/span&gt;, to just let all those negativity take the whole of me&lt;br /&gt;and let those emotions becoming a habit...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bad one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, was watching Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Osteen&lt;/span&gt; on TV,speaking about self value.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately the title just stroke my heart, like &lt;em&gt;"hey,it's about you Jocelyn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and then came the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slapping&lt;/span&gt; on the face part. It was a great time of healing...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized,&lt;br /&gt;I cared too much for what people have to say about me&lt;br /&gt;I judged myself according to what others judged me...&lt;br /&gt;Living under the judgement of others would only bring forth low self esteem,self pity and destruction to our inner being.&lt;br /&gt;We gotta know and truly truly acknowledge that no matter what, God will always forgive us.&lt;br /&gt;He will always redeem us from sin, and most importantly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We might not be valueble to others. But he cares and has more than what others could offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so stupid. I felt just absurd for blaming myself.&lt;br /&gt;for squandering in self pity and shame.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so worthless,as if I do not deserve to be loved by God anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Like a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gave up on me.&lt;br /&gt;He placed so many wonderful people around me...always lending a shoulder to hold my &lt;em&gt;heavy&lt;/em&gt; head.&lt;br /&gt;He placed people to allow me to notice my weaknesses and flaws. So that I may learn and improve from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;He allows my friend to say reject my invitation for a drink,so that I would sit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the TV,accidentally flip to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GoodTV&lt;/span&gt; channel and listen to His word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for saying so much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things here. Anyone who is reading this and read some previous post, I would like to apologize for all the negative ions I'd released here.&lt;br /&gt;There are enough negative ions emitting from your PC, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; you'll have to bare with my negativity...yieks...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'd learn things,the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hard way&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone as hard headed and&lt;em&gt; "cow"&lt;/em&gt; like me should need some pain to trigger some sense in this brain of mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my dad always say &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"When there's no way left to change a man, God will have to use pain ad suffering to grab our attention"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and I have to go through that... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how a hundred dollar is squashed or wrinkled,&lt;br /&gt;it's value will still remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;SO no matter how I was crushed or rejected or...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;however you describe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in life....&lt;br /&gt;my value in God will still remain the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll still be the apple in God's eyes...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;specially&lt;/span&gt; hand picked by Him to become what He wants me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I acknowledge that,&lt;br /&gt;Allow Him to take control of my life and be dependent of Him...&lt;br /&gt;Slowly He will lead me to my dreams and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be like a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bright star&lt;/span&gt; shining for Him...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of it's kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It aint easy to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt;...to get the blurness out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But God has his special way to get me fixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still at shocked condition after the message...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-1329827770492917935?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1329827770492917935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=1329827770492917935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1329827770492917935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/1329827770492917935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/turning-point.html' title='Turning Point'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4950665017892372722</id><published>2010-03-12T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:41:34.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Joke, I need out.</title><content type='html'>我真的身心疲累了...&lt;br /&gt;每一天所度过的像似个过山车游戏，转得我好晕，&lt;br /&gt;完全快要迷失自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone ever cares?&lt;br /&gt;When I take a step it, I'll get myself really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole month is sucking my whole mental,emotional being OUT.&lt;br /&gt;One thing comes after another, and now I got myself into a new one.&lt;br /&gt;Wow is just what comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm loosing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I need fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-5496524021750472566</id><published>2010-03-09T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:06:21.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One tragedy can break someone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One catastrophe will make one realize the other sides of life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; thing happened that made me see through the ugly hearts of men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant believe there's more than one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DUDU&lt;/span&gt; around me...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow,no matter how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DUDUs&lt;/span&gt; there are around me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I surprisingly realized,all my best pals are out there,all over the world! FAR AWAY from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh I'm missing you guys like crazy. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night,for the 1st time after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DUDU&lt;/span&gt; back stab incident...I reluctantly went out with the gang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the gang with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of...sides....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a circle of friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of controversy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, the best time was during our way home after karaoke.Sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ZH's&lt;/span&gt; car,with HY along,speeding 125km/h at the 2a.m empty road....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rolled down the windows, shouting everything inside...WOOO...that was swell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wish I could do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ZH&lt;/span&gt; and HY&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel like myself. Though sometimes HY gets really irritating in a way,but he is the one that make crazier things possible. He is the only one who loves to talk religion with me.He reads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt;,Buddhist religious books and also the BIBLE.Quite guilty for making him my bean bag all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ZH&lt;/span&gt;,without question is like the good Samaritan. Always helping people out whenever he can. Even if he cant, he miraculously finds time. He is such a dear buddy. Very true to every friend. I really envy his energy to care for all his friends. He is simply sincere and true. But sometimes he gets too caught up with every friend, I tend to step back a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 3 of us can just spit spat,chit chat for hours non stop. W/o you two, i wonder I would last a second with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DUDU&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;Co....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Henna,Serene,Chuck&lt;/span&gt;! Thinking about you guys already makes me wanna cry. I miss the time where we cycle by the paddy fields, investigate the death of some unknown cat, staying over for days at each other's house, sneak at the middle of the night for cookies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; we are so hungry for chit chatting for hours! And most importantly...I miss the DYNAMIC power when 4 of us UNITE! It's like no one could stop us from tearing the place down....be it the shopping mall,food court or our own houses.... You guys are always there for me, every time when I'm down. I guess you are the only people that I wont be scared to approach when I needed help. I wont feel insecure of what you guys might think of me. Just because, you are so so honest to me. It might hurt at the beginning,but in the end I'm grateful for the uplifting advice you guys gave me. Most of all, I miss the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HUGs&lt;/span&gt; you gals gave me. It is the most true HUG I can ever get. and maybe some kisses... =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going teary writing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dylan&lt;/span&gt;. Buddy,still reading this? well,it's been quite some time since we met. You are in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;jb&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in the other end of the country. You said i kinda make u Topsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;turvy&lt;/span&gt;, well u make me feel like a precious person. =) Though we have our own lives to live, yet u never fail to listen to me. And of course, give me that SARCASTIC comment of yours. But i like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sarcasticness&lt;/span&gt;, though it may get on my nerves sometimes. It's true and like a slap on the face. However,sometimes I get confused by your sweet words, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; frankly I do doubt whether those are from the heart or just for the moment. Still, its my own insecurity issue,so not your fault though. Thanks for making me feel treasured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Annie!&lt;/span&gt; The one with most rational,practical yet uplifting advice. Whether it's talking camera, people,music...you have that incredible ability to analyse everything with such wisdom and maturity. I'm always blown away by your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wisdomatic&lt;/span&gt; words. It's so sharp that it penetrates through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;fakeness&lt;/span&gt; of this world. I like to hear u analyse people's behaviour, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; it'll allow me to see things from different perspective. Best is, I enjoy every moment talking,communicating with you. Anyway,thank you for opening up to me. Knowing more about your background gave me a better understanding of every action you took before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Jas.K&lt;/span&gt;. Gal,how could I ever forget you? We knew each other since 10 years old but started bonded at 16. You are one very honest person indeed. You speak what comes to your mind and just make me so vulnerable..LOL...not very accurate to describe myself though. Anyway,love the fact that she always takes time out to meet and drive me to anywhere and everywhere! Love the time where we just sit in the car by the sea side,talk politics,psychology...=) She is just like a big sister who loves adventure and bold. I envy her courages spirit to speak out and stand up for her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Adrian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Laz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wonder if he's reading this? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; matter anyhow. Very grateful to know him, another sarcastically humorous, dynamic and again truthful friend. Gosh, I realized most of my buddies are CRAZY...in a good way. Though we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know each other for long, but I can always connect with him. Like the movie avatar,where the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Navi&lt;/span&gt; use their hairs to connect to trees and horses...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, you make me laugh. I may have a hard day but your very skeptical kinda looks is just amusing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...see ,I cant even stop "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;" right now. As i get to know you, I realize you have a very serious side too. Behind the craziness of you, there's depth and maturity. Yes, I admit I thought you were just a typical crazy person. But hey, you have something going inside your "nasty" brain.When it comes to friendship with "foreign people", I really try to put in effort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;cz&lt;/span&gt; who knows it may be our last time meeting (live) with each other? Hope this friendship would last for long.I really thank you for being there for me these days. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; trio members, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;HanC&lt;/span&gt; and Jack&lt;/span&gt;. I miss the days we just sit at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Irfanah&lt;/span&gt;,our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;,killing time. It's the best memories I have in IBM. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;HanC&lt;/span&gt; never gets tired of listening to me.Felt kinda sorry to buzz too much things at her sometimes. She has this poetic thing going on. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Words she says are sentimentally meaningful. She is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;tolenrent&lt;/span&gt; and caring. She witness everything that has been going on between me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;DUDU&lt;/span&gt;, she is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;comrade&lt;/span&gt; in IBM! =) Mr.Jack, silly and one nerve gone in his brain. Gosh, another crazy buddy. He is the best PR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; ever seen in my life! From the bread salesgirl to the auntie who sells curry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; to the cleaning uncle of our school, he knows like practically everyone in town. And he is really good at making new friends. Though he may be practical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; selfish at times, still, he is one gentlemen. Always making sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;HanC&lt;/span&gt; and I enters the hostels before he does. Always "stalking" us from opposite and reminding us it's time to sleep instead of chit chatting till morning breaks...he's like a brother...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; brother...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow,I'd written so much. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I have too many things in my mind for everyone. Just not enough time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could have all the money in the world, travel to every corners to visit these precious people in my life. Some friendships has been for 19++years. Some not even 6 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, I know these people are true and sincere. As I write this, I realize honesty has been a number one criteria in my life. Well, like the bible says "The truth will set you free" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad says "Nothing happens by chance but by the will of God". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;. I believe knowing these people under different situations are definitely not a coincidence. But they are all special gifts from God. =) I may be surrounded by wolves, but outside that ring, I have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;comrades waiting to give me that lift...to leave those wolves... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna go to work...meeting those naughty lil angel devils...LOL. I think Ill write about them someday. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;LOVE YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-5496524021750472566?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5496524021750472566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=5496524021750472566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5496524021750472566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/5496524021750472566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-lovely-buddies.html' title='My Lovely Buddies'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-905361284109472103</id><published>2010-03-08T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:05:20.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 69</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 69 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Save me,oh God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Save me,O God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the waters have come up to my neck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.I sink in deep mire,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where there is no foothold;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have come into deep waters,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the flood sweeps over me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.I am weary with my crying out;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my throat is parched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes grow dim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with waiting for my God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13.But as for me, my prayer is to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at an acceptable time, O God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the abundance of your steadfast love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;answer me in your saving faithfulness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14.Deliver me from sinking in the mire;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me delivered from my enemies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and from the deep waters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. YOu know my reproach,and my shame and my dishonor;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my foes are all known to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20.Reproaches have broken my heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that I am in despair. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I looked for pity but there was none,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for comforters but I found none.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. I am afflicted and in pain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let your salvation, O God, set me on high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; will praise the name of God with a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will magnify him with thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32.....you who seek God,let your hearts revive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. For the Lord hears the needy and does not despise his own people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prisoners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After so long, I finally sat down for my devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was that exact time, I felt strongly GOd wants me to join dts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before that...I gave up on that thought, thinking it's impossible to go back. I mean RM17k is HUGE...no joke. And seeming my dad spent like more than RM1000 on my taiwan and U.S uni application...I really cant bare to ask money from him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And  I know,my parents would definitely disallow me to join dts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But this crazy time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;should I give it a shot? or maybe it's just another gusto of irrationalism?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 different voices, to go or not to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe in the 1st but...somehow somethings are just pointing me to the 2nd one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;time is running out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O God only you can save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;James 1:2-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Count it all joy my brothers when you meet trials of various kinds. For you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have it's full effect that you may be perfect and complete,lacking in nothing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rejoice Jocelyn. No matter what happens....rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-905361284109472103?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/905361284109472103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=905361284109472103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/905361284109472103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/905361284109472103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/psalm-69.html' title='Psalm 69'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-7416297187717992499</id><published>2010-03-07T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:46:13.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know what to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I got tonnes to blurt out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still dont know how to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you hear me talking to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Across the water,across the deep blue ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;under the open sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so stress,so anxious,so mad at myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that my big temper making it's come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a hug&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-7416297187717992499?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7416297187717992499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=7416297187717992499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7416297187717992499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/7416297187717992499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/hug.html' title='HUG'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-4744412934697446590</id><published>2010-03-06T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T10:17:53.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Gal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chopin...a guy who writes poems on piano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Geez why am I getting so nostalgic melancholic now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cz I'm in a freaking out mode. Thats how crazy Jocelyn can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all buzzed up with words while her heads spins in thousands lil imaginary circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then she'll start talking incessantly with her poor mediocre vocab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trying to sound like the female version of chopin,only not on the piano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but with silly thoughts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imaginary ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yes....Jocelyn is one hell of a big dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She dreams of going to U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Having her 1st life degree there...finding her fantasy dreams there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though people gave her stares...disbelieve opinions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They laughed at her...saying she had a WILD and STUBBORN heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;always wanting the fantasies in life for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not thinking for others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But Jocelyn...oh Jocelyn,being as crazy as always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kept going for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She pressed the google button...search wikipedia for all Universities in U.S....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She finally got it....applied for SAT test...though she had no clue how is it like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She thought she just need to get some simple application things done then she's good to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What I didnt mention is that Jocelyn has this incredibly naive heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;frankly speaking its....more like....stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cz she doesnt know...a mountain of complecations awaits her...awaits to devour every single of her energy and cash....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we have Taiwan Uni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not her 1st choice but seeming going to US might not be a sure thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she had to go for 2nd choice....and also it's for her parent's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since it's cheaper and filming education there is way better than Malaysia...why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it seems like a great opportunity...so here she is...applying for Taiwan National Uni of Arts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Again....naively...she finds out that there's actually needs for medical check ups and cert translations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cert translation is not something new...but it freaks her head out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why? Cz the last time she did that...she had to translate every single one of her certificate and pay about 10o dollars just for that damn fat lady to press her red inked chop on each certificate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As if strength she raised her hands and nails cost like 1 dollar per mili second...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;URGH.....and it's an hour drive away....GREAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Local Uni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She really couldnt help but to not wanting to apply for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But she had to be realistic and practical...yeah thats the word ppl had been pressing on her all the time....she HATEs that...but what to do?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's like a safe boat...like if all else fails...there's still a local uni to go for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now...things get complicated when there's interviews,auditions....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she gotta send all her details within 10 days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now her friends starts to remind her about her mistake for writing the wrong serial number....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;which she had lost it like ages ago....where the heck to dig that out?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And for the music auditions, she neeeds to practice for Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance auditions...it's 1 traditional dance and 1 modern dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Drama auditions.....no clue....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WOW....how exciting.... =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At last we have....Disciple Training School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She wished that time would just stop right now and every penny will fall from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What if....?" "If only..." all these are going through her mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She needs to find that 1st love with God again...like the time she would just open 100% to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's been closing herself up the whole 2009...she knows there's something wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she gotta get back...and she knows deeply...this is her only shot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not excuse....maybe there's another option....She's freaking out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's totally confused and gonna breakdown anytime....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hell no,she cant be meak at this time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With all 3 things rushing towards her...emotions are....out of the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She looks through the airplane tickets pages helplessly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secretly search through the training school webpage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Having silly run away ideas going in her head....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess poor Jocelyn is just....desperate to breakout....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think she really need to do something totally crazy than the crazy things she did before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break her history record and ...soar with God like never before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jocelyn you are one crazy lil creature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-4744412934697446590?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4744412934697446590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=4744412934697446590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4744412934697446590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/4744412934697446590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-gal.html' title='A Crazy Gal'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-2015075631005344778</id><published>2010-03-05T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:58:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy Kuney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S5FJtELHXaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/i6S_uqokrA4/s1600-h/amy-kuney021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445214463030943138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S5FJtELHXaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/i6S_uqokrA4/s320/amy-kuney021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Amy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kuney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like typical shouting/powerful voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with vibratos and sopranos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But a soothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to a lonely soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her low and heavy tone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brings &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; into her songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her covers of other artiste's songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are simply superb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She totally made another song her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love her version of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Leona Lewis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead of the high,climatic version like Leona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I love Leona too btw...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amy Kuney turned that song soft,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; yet make you feel like dancing slowly to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's like swaying with grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in still waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With waters running through your fingers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;little waves swifting to the piano melodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*there goes my overabused of words again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's another great voice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;another talented musician.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most importantly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's another inspiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a very big one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2474759284889789001-2015075631005344778?l=jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2015075631005344778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2474759284889789001&amp;postID=2015075631005344778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2015075631005344778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2474759284889789001/posts/default/2015075631005344778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jocelynstemilyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/amy-kuney.html' title='Amy Kuney'/><author><name>JoCeLyn SteMiLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483783167539347847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/Susw6dlEReI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UFftpcrWUhE/S220/dfjhasd.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVeA5E0FL-8/S5FJtELHXaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/i6S_uqokrA4/s72-c/amy-kuney021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2474759284889789001.post-1620440596736157498</id><published>2010-03-03T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:24:23.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hopeless in need of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hopelessly useless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hopelessly desperate devastated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We are taught to have hig self-esteem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but the more people pay credit to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I start doubting myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The more I like someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 
