<?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-13480074</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:53:08.354+11:00</updated><title type='text'>myharmonica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>789</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-295065483307119393</id><published>2012-01-26T21:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:00:04.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Okay, so let's try something out. This is like just one of those moments with super random thoughts and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wonder what it really means to be free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk, don't you feel like something is pulling you down? I can hear the voices screaming: "Well, duhh, there's gravity. Didn't you ever study science?" But sometimes, it feels a little more than that. Today, while walking, I felt the weight of my sins dragging me down and the bondage of sin never felt stronger. It like like vines growing out of the earth, slowly wrapping around me, trying to anchor me down, holding me to this earth. &lt;i&gt;Mind you, it's not that I'm experiencing some spiritual attack nor am I 'emo'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what complete freedom feels like. Because normally when the word 'freedom' is mentioned, I just think of someone who is not in jail. But yet, there is so much more to that word. As Christians we are given the privilege to live&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;freely&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Christ; what does that really mean? I'm guessing that as a result of Jesus' death on the cross - the death that took upon our sins, our inequities - we are free because we no longer have to do worry about not being before God, because all we need to do now is to acknowledge what He did and acknowledge Him as Lord and Saviour (amen!!). Right? And in that freedom in Christ, comes pure joy, the ability to just sing and dance and praise Him. We can be who we are really created to be. We can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we don't really live like that, do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I felt sin grabbing hold of my ankles, it made me wonder if I was able to live freely in Christ, that I would be able to just fly. I then thought of heaven to be this place that is so airy, light and free. Maybe that's why we always picture heaven to be in the clouds, because it's airy, light and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even with that ability to fly, I'd allow my human knowledge to take precedence what God can really do, i.e. excuse me, people can't fly - &lt;b&gt;sin&lt;/b&gt;. Even if I think it's possible, I&amp;nbsp;hesitate&amp;nbsp;to let Him fully take control - &lt;b&gt;sin&lt;/b&gt;. When I do fly, I feel the need to boast (but not in Christ) - &lt;b&gt;sin&lt;/b&gt;. The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I think I really await the day that I not only come to really understand what this&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;complete freedom&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is but to actually be able to experience it and live the rest of my days in such a manner. Well, till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-295065483307119393?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/295065483307119393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=295065483307119393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/295065483307119393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/295065483307119393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-9017796337418799488</id><published>2012-01-23T16:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:29:06.646+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me why</title><content type='html'>And God is able to make &lt;u&gt;all grace abound to you&lt;/u&gt;, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, &lt;u&gt;you will abound in every good work&lt;/u&gt;. As it is written: "He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor; his righteousness endures forever." Now he who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food &lt;u&gt;will &lt;b&gt;also&lt;/b&gt; supply and increase&lt;/u&gt; your store of seed and will enlarge the harvest of your righteousness. You will be &lt;u&gt;made rich in every way&lt;/u&gt; so that you can be &lt;u&gt;generous on every occasion&lt;/u&gt; and through us your generosity will result in &lt;b&gt;thanksgiving to God&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;2 Corinthians 9:8-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ask me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(:&amp;nbsp;&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/13480074-9017796337418799488?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/9017796337418799488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=9017796337418799488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9017796337418799488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9017796337418799488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/ask-me-why.html' title='Ask me why'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3793024183790588597</id><published>2012-01-19T21:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:26:48.829+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Only Imagine</title><content type='html'>Aren't you just excited for the day that we are all united with the Father again? Perfect unity, where there is no more pain, no more suffering, no more tears. I can imagine the laughter, the smiles, the joyful dances and skips..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, on top of all that, there will be perfect clarity to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;life&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and understanding as to why certain things have to happen; where everything will just&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;make sense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3793024183790588597?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3793024183790588597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3793024183790588597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3793024183790588597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3793024183790588597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-can-only-imagine.html' title='I Can Only Imagine'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-9107508395905302234</id><published>2012-01-14T15:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:42:05.785+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Hope Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;If I've learnt anything from the past few weeks, it's this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;We all need hope, something to look forward to, something that keeps us moving forward. Because ever so often, despair fills our mind and we find ourselves suffocating, fighting to stay alive. We may even start to give up on dreams we once had, allowing ourselves to be subjected to the negative circumstances. We get caught in a downward spiral, and at the same time, we put on masks to pretend that we are okay even though we are filled with torment on the inside. We try to convince ourselves that things will get better, yet doubt seems to get the better of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And that's why, we need hope. That it's not enough to just have friends and family telling you that things will be okay, but that we need that peace and assurance from God to fill our hearts and to overflow into our hearts, our souls, our minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;With that, I'm more than just grateful for the relationship I have with the Great I Am, who will whisper words of affirmation into my heart in my time of need. That on the day I was filled with so much despair, when darkness clouded my mind, when I felt that all hope was lost, He came with His Holy Light and shone ever so brightly in my heart, my soul and my mind. That truly, peace comes from Him and Him alone. Not only that, I'm so thankful that I can be me in front of Him, that I can just put aside all those formalities and just lash out whatever was on my mind; to be truthful in reverent fear and awe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;And at times like this, it reminds me over and over and over again: People&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to know the Lord. It relights my passion for the ministry He has placed me in and it helps me as I attempt to&amp;nbsp;reprioritize&amp;nbsp;my life, to know what is truly important. So, I guess, while I've been rejecting the idea of having to grow up and taking on more responsibilities, I guess I'm glad that with this growing up comes wisdom in better understanding what God's plans for His kingdom are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Now, equipped with a new sense of urgency, a renewed love and overwhelming joy, I'm glad what they said is true - that you can (and should be able to) experience God in your own bedroom, when you make time to spend with Him [Jeremiah 29:13]. It's like a mini (spiritual) retreat, in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #fefafb; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-9107508395905302234?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/9107508395905302234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=9107508395905302234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9107508395905302234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9107508395905302234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-hope-rise.html' title='Let Hope Rise'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5702428737607027513</id><published>2012-01-13T21:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:14:12.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sacred Romance</title><content type='html'>Took this from T's tumblr; stuff that I've been thinking about but really couldn't express it any better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;But the sword cuts both ways. While our heart grows in its capacity for pleasure, it grows in it capacity to know pain. The two go hand in hand. What, then, shall we do with disappointment? We can be our own enemy, depending on how we handle the heartache that comes with desire. To want is to suffer, the word passion means to suffer. This is why many Christians are reluctant to listen to their hearts: they know that their dullness is keeping them from feeling the pain of life. Many of us have chosen simply not to want so much; its safer that way. Its also godless. That stoicism, not Christianity. Sanctification is an awakening, the rousing of our souls from the deep sleep of sin into the fullness of their capacity for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Desire often feels like an enemy, because it wakes longings that cannot be fulfilled in the moment. Spring awakens a desire for summer that is not yet. Awakened souls are often disappointed, but our disappointment can lead us onward, actually increasing our desire and lifting it towards its true passion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I am a lucky man. I have a family and friends who love me well. But they also let me down. When I feel the pain of their failure, I have several options. I can retreat into cynicism (“Isn’t that the way life really is?”) and deaden the pain by killing my desire. Or I can become more demanding (“You will never do that again.”), manipulating them and in a way increasing my addiction to relationship. Or I can let it be a reminder that a day is coming when we will live in perfect love. I can let the ache lead me deeper into my heart and higher toward heaven. And this is where memory comes in. Desire keeps us moving forward; memory keeps us moving in the right direction.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Sacred Romance - Curtis &amp;amp; Eldredge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5702428737607027513?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5702428737607027513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5702428737607027513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5702428737607027513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5702428737607027513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/sacred-romance.html' title='The Sacred Romance'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7675619751235591434</id><published>2012-01-06T16:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:17:21.272+11:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Not Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6645361681_7c3543214b_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7002/6645361681_7c3543214b_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows and proclaims His handiwork. (Psalm 19:1)&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/13480074-7675619751235591434?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7675619751235591434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7675619751235591434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7675619751235591434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7675619751235591434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/god-is-not-hiding_06.html' title='God Is Not Hiding'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3154450011879067622</id><published>2012-01-01T21:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:54:19.452+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2012</title><content type='html'>With all the celebrations and fellowships during this festive season, time rockets by and everything is in a whirl. It's so easy to get caught up with all the excitement that's all around, and so easy to forget to reflect. And I think it's just me, but I enjoy debriefs, reflections and whatnots because it gives me the opportunity to just collect my thoughts and give thanks for the good and the bad that have both gone by. At the same time, it brings about the anticipation for even greater things to come. I think it gives us the chance to build upon past mistakes and allow us to continue doing what was good for us in the previous season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 will always remain a precious memory to me: a year of growth. Growth in so so many ways. And to be able to stand here, in 2012, is really a testament to God's faithfulness to me; to do more than I could ever imagine, to be stretched in ways I never thought possible, for strengthened relationships, for the endless buckets of tears, for the laughter-induced stomachaches, and so so many more, that it'll take forever to list down. 2011 will be a testimony of how God is so real, in my life, in the lives of others. 2011 will be the year that I look back on and remember how even the most seemingly impossible is possible, just because God is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this new year is different, because I start 2012 being in a state of limbo, a state of uncertainty. It's scary. But with this new year comes new promises from The Most High, and the assurance that promises made in the past will still hold true.&amp;nbsp;So the next few days will specifically be set aside for more reflections, and for dreaming BIG dreams and having visions and assurance for the coming year.&amp;nbsp;I guess, while I sit here and prayerfully consider what the Lord wants me to do, there's so much excitement in this coming year, because great things&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering this new year with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.faithfull.org/teaching/expectant.htm"&gt;an expectant heart&lt;/a&gt;: 2012 will be amazing because I serve the Great I Am, and He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter, a new start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3154450011879067622?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3154450011879067622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3154450011879067622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3154450011879067622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3154450011879067622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='Hello 2012'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4134586016772594078</id><published>2011-12-31T14:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:20:53.701+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M45rvleyIeQ/Tv5--He-PbI/AAAAAAAACGQ/e7n-we51nBg/s640/blogger-image--262035880.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M45rvleyIeQ/Tv5--He-PbI/AAAAAAAACGQ/e7n-we51nBg/s640/blogger-image--262035880.jpg" /&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: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"Ohana means family and family means no one gets left behind." - Lilo and Stitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So now the house is weirdly quiet and things are somewhat back to, normal. Whether that's a good thing or not is still up for debate. But such a nice way to spend Christmas and a cool way to end the year - a break from what was normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And now, to eagerly await 2012 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4134586016772594078?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4134586016772594078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4134586016772594078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4134586016772594078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4134586016772594078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/12/ohana.html' title='Ohana'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-M45rvleyIeQ/Tv5--He-PbI/AAAAAAAACGQ/e7n-we51nBg/s72-c/blogger-image--262035880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1500491010685139428</id><published>2011-12-29T22:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:38:07.449+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing This Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMwIo6vkqF8/TvxQ2WqZtnI/AAAAAAAACGI/ypavk_y9z40/s640/blogger-image-697757494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMwIo6vkqF8/TvxQ2WqZtnI/AAAAAAAACGI/ypavk_y9z40/s1600/blogger-image-697757494.jpg" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The beach, the waves in particular, is just extra special to me every year end/new year - the reminder of Faithfulness, of Love, of Hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So 2011 is drawing to a close, but with it comes great excitement for what 2012 has to offer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;A new chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1500491010685139428?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1500491010685139428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1500491010685139428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1500491010685139428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1500491010685139428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/12/closing-this-chapter.html' title='Closing This Chapter'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sMwIo6vkqF8/TvxQ2WqZtnI/AAAAAAAACGI/ypavk_y9z40/s72-c/blogger-image-697757494.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6967104694718973678</id><published>2011-12-16T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T01:09:32.192+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/951445_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="473" src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/951445_460s.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6967104694718973678?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6967104694718973678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6967104694718973678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6967104694718973678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6967104694718973678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6056336215646491012</id><published>2011-12-12T14:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:14:04.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>Mm, I've been receiving rejection letters. So out of the 17 applications, 8 have gotten back to me and my application has been unsuccessful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say I'm depressed, though I am a bit disappointed. Talking to Kim today and telling her about how I didn't want to share the vision I had for Outreach min to my subcomm in case I didn't get to further my studies - because if that was the case, I wanted them to only hear the vision of the person who would be leading outreach ministry. We were sharing our excitement for OCF and I mentioned how there were so many things I was so excited for, that I may potentially not get to experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the phrase Kim used before: "not getting hopes up too high", and I think that's me at the moment. I don't think it's necessarily out of pessimism but it's just that, realistically, I know that my chances of furthering my studies in Psych is quite low at the moment, even though there's still this part of me hoping and praying for a miracle to happen. Because my God is the God of the impossible, so if He had meant for me to study Psych, it WILL happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember worrying that I would be angry with God for being in such a situation and that I would be at the stage where I feel everything is unjustified. I remember hearing other people be unhappy with their results because they claim that they've put in a lot of effort. Not to discredit anything they've said, but I'm happy that I'm not in that position. Don't get the wrong idea, it hurts to be in such a position but I think there is so much joy being in a position whereby I know that wherever I get placed at next year, that it's all part of God's plan for me. In that sense, because I have no control over any of these, in a way, I won't interfere with God's perfect plan for my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's all part of growing in Christ. I realise that I have to learn to surrender my all, which includes my dreams. Because although I had such great dreams to be a psychologist, I have probably reached the stage of my life whereby I need to lay that dream at His feet and let Him do what He deems fit with it. Because maybe all these while, I may have misunderstood His plans for me. Because maybe even though He planted the dream of psychology in my mind, it may have only be for a psychology major. Because maybe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I guess why I'm a bit apprehensive about not furthering my studies is because the changes that come along with it are huge and in a way, life-changing. It's so scary to have to move on and I don't feel prepared at all. But maybe it's all part of His plan to strengthen my faith and to make me dependent &lt;i&gt;fully&lt;/i&gt; on Him and Him alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also very grateful, to have had the opportunity to major in Psychology and to have been able to take the elective "Introduction to Counselling". I'm grateful that even if I do not get to become a Psychologist, that at least I learned a bit more about understanding people and the basics of counselling - that I apply to myself a lot. Haha. I psycho analyse myself a lot. I'm grateful that my two majors have given me an insight to human behaviour and also a glimpse into God's heart for His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I don't regret my choice to do Bachelor of Arts, I don't regret at times I choose ministry over constant mugging (not that if I was very free I would have spent my time mugging anyway), I don't regret my subject choice, I don't regret the situation I am in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I believe that if God brought me to this situation or allowed me to come to this situation, that He has a plan, He has a purpose. I believe that He is standing next to me so as to prevent me from harm. And I believe this is a time of refinement, of learning how to trust in Him alone, of taking another leap of faith. And in a way, it does get easier to take these leaps of faith, though the various scenarios may still remain tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, maybe I'll just wait. Wait to see what He'll give me (or not) and wait to hear from Him to know what step to take next. I guess, the same God who gave me the most wonderful Christian support when I first came to Melbourne, the same God who gave me the most amazing friends ever, the same God who comforted me time and time and time again, the same God who gave me a spot in Monash University and even made my transfer from Caulfield to Clayton so easy, the same God who loves me very much, will look after me and the next chapter of my life will start off in a way so amazing that I'll be left speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6056336215646491012?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6056336215646491012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6056336215646491012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6056336215646491012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6056336215646491012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/12/leap-of-faith.html' title='Leap of Faith'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3807699933812240628</id><published>2011-12-05T11:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:17:09.956+11:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good morning, sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1H6M9CaHqD0/Ttx9mL6mq5I/AAAAAAAACF8/ljqEFyja2ec/s640/blogger-image--378378535.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1H6M9CaHqD0/Ttx9mL6mq5I/AAAAAAAACF8/ljqEFyja2ec/s640/blogger-image--378378535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I have the few most wonderful people in the world as best friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3807699933812240628?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3807699933812240628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3807699933812240628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3807699933812240628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3807699933812240628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1H6M9CaHqD0/Ttx9mL6mq5I/AAAAAAAACF8/ljqEFyja2ec/s72-c/blogger-image--378378535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5489216777489938029</id><published>2011-11-26T03:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T03:59:03.721+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamers + Realists</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun and the realists, well, without the dreamers, they might never get off the ground.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Modern Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5489216777489938029?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5489216777489938029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5489216777489938029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5489216777489938029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5489216777489938029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/dreamers-realists.html' title='Dreamers + Realists'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-9003996038260106147</id><published>2011-11-10T15:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:04:08.022+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Cloud of Witnesses</title><content type='html'>The (for lack of a better expression) circle of life is interesting, don't you agree? How at whatever stage of your life you're in, you're able to look back and see how you've grown, how much you've changed. How you can look at people younger than you and see them going through the same struggles you once wrestled with. But the same way you've been refined through those tough times, you know you've to let them go through these pains to come out a stronger, better person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me understand better the relevance of the Bible, the relevance of listening to other people's testimonies, etc. It's like Hebrews 12:1a, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses..." or even the song &lt;i&gt;Find Us Faithful&lt;/i&gt; where the line goes "oh may all who've gone before us find us faithful..." It's fascinating to me because in my mind, it's like the picture of life is becoming clearer bit by bit, or like how I'm slowly untangling the big mess that is life (however you want to picture it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It amuses me even more so because just as so many have been such great witnesses in my life, I start to wonder when is it my turn to be a witness to someone else, or if I have already started doing so without (consciously) knowing. I always picture cheerleaders, standing by the side of the road cheering on the runners (of life) and getting all excited each time they reach a checkpoint, a milestone. And then my mind starts to get a little confused because I'll try to figure out how it'll work outside the space/time continuum where I'm a 'cheerleader' yet a runner at the same time. Like do you run+cheer at the same time or are the paths parallel so you can see the people of higher/lower levels? But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for future reference (for myself): If others can go through tough times or get through disappointments and still praise the Lord, so can I. If Job is able to praise God despite all that happened to him, I can learn to be that way too. It scares me because I've seen people 'give up on faith' or get all angry and whatnot, just because they did not get to 'follow their dreams' or 'get what they want'. Because I may find myself in a similar situation in a few months' time, I want all the reminder I can get - that God is faithful and that He knows what is BEST for me. And I guess there is no better time than now to start refining my heart and my mind. And one day, I'll not only be able to look back and see how I was refined through all these, but I'll be able to encourage someone else who will/may go through this as well. How exciting! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come what may, I want to choose to praise Him all the days of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-9003996038260106147?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/9003996038260106147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=9003996038260106147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9003996038260106147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/9003996038260106147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/great-cloud-of-witnesses.html' title='Great Cloud of Witnesses'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7729229225499628424</id><published>2011-11-08T21:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:55:12.325+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing this chapter, soon.</title><content type='html'>I never felt so apprehensive about ending exams, but yet this time is different; the end of exams marks my first step into the unknown. The future seems daunting only because I do know what is going to happen. It's not like the end of previous major exams where I knew I would just continue studying. This time, it feels like the next few steps I'll have to take is going to be in pitch black darkness and all I know is that I have to keep walking till my future becomes a little more apparent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th year psych or work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's two worlds apart. And at this very moment, I know that by my own strength, I'm not going to be able to make it to 4th year psych, which scares me even more. On the other hand, it's challenging me to place all my trust in God's hands and let Him lead me to where He wants me to be. Which, if I think about it, it's supposed to be the better deal because then I'll go where He wants me to go. Yet, I can't help but worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, I feel God challenging me and asking me that even if I do not get what my heart desires, am I able to be like Job and say "The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised" (Job 1:21b). And really, I don't know. I don't know how I'd react, I don't know if I'll allow the "worse" circumstance get the better of me or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, maybe this holidays will just be working out God's plans for my life, till things become a bit more apparent. Maybe this will be the (short summer) season of me learning more and more how to trust His will for my life and being able to rejoice no matter the circumstance. Nevertheless, I would greatly appreciate prayers. Though part of me wishes to get into 4th year psych, maybe the more important prayer for me is that I'll go wherever He wants me to go, and that I'll do it with a cheerful heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more paper; it's make it or break it. Oh the self-induced stress..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7729229225499628424?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7729229225499628424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7729229225499628424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7729229225499628424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7729229225499628424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/closing-this-chapter-soon.html' title='Closing this chapter, soon.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8832521063047828165</id><published>2011-11-06T18:19:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:26:38.493+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye birdies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/d1/87/birds,fly-d1872e74924073012bfc6a4103fc1f51_h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/d1/87/birds,fly-d1872e74924073012bfc6a4103fc1f51_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://vi.sualize.us/view/d1872e74924073012bfc6a4103fc1f51/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Source)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because I'm too tired to keep holding on; so I'm releasing the birds of my life back into the hands of the Creator, trusting that they will be looked after and cared for. So bye bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8832521063047828165?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8832521063047828165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8832521063047828165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8832521063047828165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8832521063047828165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/11/bye-bye-birdies.html' title='Bye bye birdies'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4598001951070914580</id><published>2011-10-26T14:06:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T14:15:12.436+11:00</updated><title type='text'>meh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what do you do when you reach something like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fridaymash.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/directionless.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 620px; height: 774px;" src="http://www.fridaymash.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/directionless.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fridaymash.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/directionless.jpg"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You would think that with just two more exam papers away from completing my undergraduate studies, that by now I would have a more or less definite plan with what I want to do with my life - of what job I want to pursue, etc. But nope. I'm far from that. At the moment, the future just seems so daunting to me, mainly because it's filled with so much uncertainty. It doesn't help that I'm so clueless with what I want/need to do with my life. And it scares me that this is my potentially last year as a student, ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All this stress/worries are piling up. It's like how during the movies as it's about the reach the climax of the story, with the background music getting more and more intense, your heart racing as they are about to reveal this huge mystery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then my mind makes the most anticlimax remark ever: meh. Only because I not only don't want to deal with all these, but I don't know how to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yes, for now, meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4598001951070914580?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4598001951070914580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4598001951070914580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4598001951070914580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4598001951070914580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/10/meh.html' title='meh'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8059299392322658648</id><published>2011-10-09T03:16:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T03:19:47.821+11:00</updated><title type='text'>3:16am</title><content type='html'>It's 3:16am and I just reached home 6 mins ago. I drove back in the thickest craziest fog, but the fog only descended after I got off the freeway, super thank God for that. I was super alert the whole time, which is cool cos usually I would be super sleepy driving home so late at night. And I really love love love my dad who stayed up just to make sure I came home safely and though part of him was a little frustrated, you can tell it's out of love and concern for me, and also keeping me in check. Somehow that just seemed like exciting news to share. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, time to sleep. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8059299392322658648?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8059299392322658648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8059299392322658648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8059299392322658648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8059299392322658648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/10/316am.html' title='3:16am'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2400947925860946150</id><published>2011-10-04T19:20:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:38:39.823+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It finally feels like spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6210052363_cdb0f88f44_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6210052363_cdb0f88f44_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, the weather forecast shows that it'll be raining the next few days, and then it'll feel like winter all over again. Such is Melbourne's weather. But I quite like that Melbourne's weather is that weird actually. And in other news, about &lt;b&gt;36 more days&lt;/b&gt; till the end of my undergraduate studies+exams, &lt;b&gt;HOW FAST IS THAT?! &lt;/b&gt;Soon I'll be a graduate and hopefully be able to do postgrad.. And because all these feel so overwhelming, I'm going back to the books. 36 more days... wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2400947925860946150?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2400947925860946150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2400947925860946150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2400947925860946150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2400947925860946150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-finally-feels-like-spring.html' title='It finally feels like spring'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6034/6210052363_cdb0f88f44_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6610673586943573210</id><published>2011-09-30T13:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:42:50.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Transitions in life are usually marked by major events - birthdays, graduations, weddings. But the greater transitions often come out of smaller moments; when we stop and look at who we are. Because each time we time we see how far we've come, we also see how far we still have to go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6610673586943573210?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6610673586943573210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6610673586943573210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6610673586943573210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6610673586943573210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8260659793973794792</id><published>2011-09-28T01:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:16:23.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6189182268_aa29322193_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6189182268_aa29322193_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been 2 years since we first served together as a team and I love the memories that we've been forming together ever since. &amp;lt;3 you guys. I kinda miss those days - somehow things just seem so much simpler.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. that mis-shapened claw was Daniel's way of doing "2009". Hahaha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8260659793973794792?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8260659793973794792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8260659793973794792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8260659793973794792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8260659793973794792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6169/6189182268_aa29322193_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2165637285734713790</id><published>2011-09-24T22:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:56:33.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh to be a child again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6177358611_11686d0e0f_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6177358611_11686d0e0f_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me, getting bored of my assignment, and so I decided to procrastinate. And the truth is, I JUST WANT TO PLAY!! And I want to be able to enjoy my spring break, even if it means just one whole day of doing nothing before I start catching up on work. I have about 49 more hours to submit in this paper, so I just have to endure a little while more..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to writing the dialogue that makes me feel like I'm one of the rare cases with Multiple Personality Disorder. I feel like I am communicating with my various personalities, asking them on their views on "the self in the 21st century as a commodity", like seriously, who cares about that... But yes. I shall learn to love it and do well in it because I want to be able to do honours. And note to self, never take such weird subjects as electives ever again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2165637285734713790?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2165637285734713790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2165637285734713790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2165637285734713790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2165637285734713790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-to-be-child-again.html' title='Oh to be a child again'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6180/6177358611_11686d0e0f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2191163401762559642</id><published>2011-09-21T23:35:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:36:11.522+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly, I see the importance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30158" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30158" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt; And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30159" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;25&lt;/sup&gt; not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;Hebrews 10:24-25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&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/13480074-2191163401762559642?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2191163401762559642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2191163401762559642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2191163401762559642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2191163401762559642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/suddenly-i-see-importance.html' title='Suddenly, I see the importance'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-54457670120828349</id><published>2011-09-21T20:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:43:38.525+10:00</updated><title type='text'>soo..</title><content type='html'>This assignment is not doing my ego any good. The task is already so challenging, I take a million years to understand the readings/research and it's worth 60%. It doesn't help that I don't really understand what's happening in class, so I can't like crap my way out of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best thing is - instead of sitting there and attempting to read more/understand the whole thing better, I'm over here, escaping the assignment by procrastinating. Kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-54457670120828349?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/54457670120828349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=54457670120828349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/54457670120828349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/54457670120828349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/soo.html' title='soo..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4786511213054273918</id><published>2011-09-18T19:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:06:22.575+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's something about LTC</title><content type='html'>3 years ago, in 2008, I sat there and was so filled with fear that God would forget me. I remember pleading with God not to forget me and to have something for me. He did not fail. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is a testimony of God's faithfulness and goodness. Today, when I look back and think about that day, I realised how silly I was. Because, of course, God wouldn't forget me. Because, of course, He loves me. And yet that silly me was so scared that I would be the only one left out, the only one who would go home wondering if I was forsaken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back and listening to that recording time and time again, just shows me how far God has brought me and there's excitement in that because it gives that anticipation and excitement to expect even greater things from Him from this moment onwards.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this wraps up one of many thoughts that have been running through my mind over one of the most amazing weekend and &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3 (: (: to the most amazing, awesome God ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4786511213054273918?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4786511213054273918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4786511213054273918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4786511213054273918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4786511213054273918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-something-about-ltc.html' title='It&apos;s something about LTC'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8478585656379079274</id><published>2011-09-15T23:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:08:09.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling, when you suddenly think "oh crap, what if I made a wrong decision to __" and now you just have to live with it and hope for the better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So because I'm constantly afraid that I've made the wrong decision, or rather, constantly doubting if this was the right move - I'm going to commit it to You and trust that through this, You'll teach me something and once again carry me through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8478585656379079274?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8478585656379079274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8478585656379079274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8478585656379079274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8478585656379079274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5743336367712671902</id><published>2011-09-15T03:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:11:41.294+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My weirdo brothers</title><content type='html'>So, Brendan is currently at the hospital because apparently the light cover fell on him and he has a really bad cut? Or something along those lines. And it's not that I'm a horrible sister who doesn't care what happened, it's just that, no one saw what happened and only my two brothers were at home when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so back to the main point. I realise my brothers are very funny, and in a way sensible, that their first instinct/reaction is to call for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was 6, Brendan 4 and Ian a little baby and I fell off the swing and broke my arm. I remember while being in so much pain and crying so hard, that at the corner of my eyes, I saw Brendan running home, and I was thinking to myself "omg why are you abandoning me now?" But it's so cute, because he was actually running home to get help. Which now, when I think about it, it's quite a sensible thing for a 4 year old to do. Similarly, later in the year, when we were playing and Brendan pushed me in excitement and I had the nastiest cut (which needed stitches), the first thing he did was to run home to get help, leaving me to bleed and slowly make my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, this time round, I think it's quite cool that despite the crazy amount of blood, that Ian was calm enough to call my dad for help, as opposed to screaming his head off, panicking and not knowing what to do. Or like how a month ago, they called me when the power tripped - partly because they thought that there was a chance there's a murderer or robber outside -.- I don't know what they expected me to do? Scare the bad guy away? I remember how the minute my car pulled into the drive way, they came out, holding umbrellas. Haha, so weird. If I were them, I would take a knife for protection, not umbrellas! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I think they are super funny and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. haha &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5743336367712671902?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5743336367712671902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5743336367712671902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5743336367712671902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5743336367712671902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-weirdo-brothers.html' title='My weirdo brothers'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1135713351640176794</id><published>2011-08-30T20:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:04:06.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>With faith, we pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1CSVqHcdhXQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blessings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 15px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We pray for blessings, we pray for peace&lt;br /&gt;Comfort for family, protection while we sleep&lt;br /&gt;We pray for healing, for prosperity&lt;br /&gt;We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, You hear each spoken need&lt;br /&gt;Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;br /&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for wisdom, Your voice to hear&lt;br /&gt;And we cry in anger when we cannot feel you near&lt;br /&gt;We doubt your goodness, we doubt your love&lt;br /&gt;As if each promise from Your Word is not enough&lt;br /&gt;And all the while, You hear each desperate plea&lt;br /&gt;And long that we'd have faith to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;br /&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends betray us&lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to win, we know&lt;br /&gt;That pain reminds this hearts,&lt;br /&gt;That this is not, this is not our home.....&lt;br /&gt;It's not our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;br /&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my greatest disappointments,&lt;br /&gt;Or the aching of this life,&lt;br /&gt;Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life,&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the storms, the hardest nights&lt;br /&gt;Are your mercies in disguise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1135713351640176794?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1135713351640176794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1135713351640176794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1135713351640176794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1135713351640176794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/with-faith-we-pray.html' title='With faith, we pray'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1CSVqHcdhXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1873863361338841312</id><published>2011-08-27T02:24:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:27:37.495+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Not throwing in the towel, yet.</title><content type='html'>Dear you, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life may be tough right now and it may seem super demoralising, but I promise you that it would get better. Because our God is a loving, caring God who WILL carry you through this. Because I KNOW that one day, you'll be able to look back to this day and be able to testify of His faithfulness in your life. So hang in there!! Today may seem super crappy, but tomorrow will be better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yourself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1873863361338841312?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1873863361338841312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1873863361338841312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1873863361338841312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1873863361338841312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-throwing-in-towel-yet.html' title='Not throwing in the towel, yet.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-185467149618235761</id><published>2011-08-16T18:58:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:16:56.384+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I will rejoice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6048461725_0b1960d878_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6048461725_0b1960d878_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up after 9 hours of sleep to beautiful weather; I smiled to myself when I remembered that it's week 4 and I do not have lab today; I got to wear t-shirt, shorts and flip flops and pretend that winter is over; I got a free watermelon because they forgot to update the price in the system and the lady said "oh have it for free! (:"; I cleaned various parts of the house; I changed bedsheets and got to sun my blanket and pillows; I volunteered to cook dinner; I roamed around my backyard finding things to photograph; I sat on my bed waiting for the perfect moment to take photo of the pretty blue sky filled with fluffy clouds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I did things I normally wouldn't do especially when I have a long, slightly overwhelming, to-do list with crazy deadlines to meet; and&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;I'm proud of it&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Though it was unplanned for, it was nice to just take a step back, BREATHE and just enjoy the day that the Lord has made (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, it just seems so much more exciting to get back to work. Ah, the many blessings this day has brought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-185467149618235761?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/185467149618235761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=185467149618235761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/185467149618235761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/185467149618235761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-will-rejoice.html' title='I will rejoice'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6065/6048461725_0b1960d878_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7968444101839426537</id><published>2011-08-01T18:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:14:56.484+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Colourful food (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5996907755_97ba1ff894_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5996907755_97ba1ff894_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in other news, there is a need for &lt;u&gt;faith&lt;/u&gt; that things will be okay, or more than okay. There's also a need for &lt;u&gt;wisdom&lt;/u&gt; to know how to approach this situation. Lastly, there's a need for &lt;u&gt;prayer&lt;/u&gt; that we'll be able to survive through this tough times together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7968444101839426537?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7968444101839426537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7968444101839426537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7968444101839426537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7968444101839426537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/colourful-food.html' title='Colourful food (:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6004/5996907755_97ba1ff894_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3679711916573360003</id><published>2011-07-23T11:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:53:36.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation week</title><content type='html'>Something about orientation week that always brings me back to when I was new to Melbourne; the crying, the constant prayer for good Christian support, the feeling of being homesick. It's good, because it's a reminder of where I've been, to allow me to relate to those who are new. It's also good because as I'm reminded of where I've been, it allows me to better appreciate the present. Hmm. So exciting though, new faces = more friends to make! Haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this orientation week is also just a reminder that this is my final semester as an undergraduate. It's scary because all my life, all I knew was studies. And now there's so much more to consider - postgrad (what kind of postgrad), working... Gahh decisions decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's my random update. On the plus side, I'm kinda excited for uni to start because I really enjoy what I'm studying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3679711916573360003?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3679711916573360003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3679711916573360003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3679711916573360003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3679711916573360003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/07/orientation-week.html' title='Orientation week'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5874816693527385011</id><published>2011-07-18T23:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:03:08.124+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sweet my heart could just melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kerMm0HG1mk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is just one of the many heartwarming videos that you can find on YouTube, but that's not really the point now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking at how the boy ran into his father's arms; it was a priceless, tear jerking moment. It made me think, it's like our relationship with God, seen in two ways. It's like the prodigal son who came home and the father who ran to receive him back - and God receives us back with that same excitement as that little boy. And at the same time, He's always there with open arms, waiting for us to run back to Him on a daily basis, waiting to embrace us once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5874816693527385011?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5874816693527385011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5874816693527385011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5874816693527385011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5874816693527385011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/07/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kerMm0HG1mk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3019261408912013301</id><published>2011-07-13T19:18:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T19:23:11.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unending Love, Amazing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;But while he was still&lt;b&gt; a long way off&lt;/b&gt;, his father saw him and was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div&gt;...we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Luke 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3019261408912013301?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3019261408912013301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3019261408912013301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3019261408912013301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3019261408912013301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/07/unending-love-amazing-grace.html' title='Unending Love, Amazing Grace'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-954436907641502496</id><published>2011-07-11T19:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:29:25.751+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5925270397_a9220a8f24_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5925270397_a9220a8f24_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-954436907641502496?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/954436907641502496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=954436907641502496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/954436907641502496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/954436907641502496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/07/peace.html' title='In the midst of the storm'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5925270397_a9220a8f24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4201273661272778078</id><published>2011-06-30T00:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:52:15.730+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two households, both alike in dignity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From forth the fatal loins of these two foes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Shakespeare, &lt;i&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you wish that life was as simple as boy meets girl, girl meets boy, they fall in love, get married and live happily ever after? And yet, if we were to remove all the 'complications' of life, it, arguably, would not be as interesting or meaningful anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These complications can come like a tornado, destroying everything in its path, leaving individuals with messes and a task to pick up the broken pieces. You see tears shed, you hear hearts shattering. You see hope being lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet, it's somewhat comforting that during times of adversity, you see loved ones and people who care coming together just to uplift the broken hearted and you see them becoming "cheerleaders" as they encourage the depressed to move on. For those individuals, it's like going through refining fire, where hopefully impurities are being removed and they come out stronger and more beautiful - like a diamond. So in that sense, there's beauty in the complexity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After being intrigued by the simplicity/complexity of life, I guess the point of all this is: dear &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;, hang in there because things &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; get better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4201273661272778078?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4201273661272778078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4201273661272778078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4201273661272778078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4201273661272778078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/simply-complex.html' title='Simply complex'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4764339199301431436</id><published>2011-06-21T20:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:54:14.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random snaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/5855892643_19cb8b1245_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 426px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/5855892643_19cb8b1245_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4764339199301431436?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4764339199301431436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4764339199301431436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4764339199301431436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4764339199301431436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/random-snaps.html' title='Random snaps'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/5855892643_19cb8b1245_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-642276446695842978</id><published>2011-06-15T15:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:50:34.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!</title><content type='html'>Sem 1 is officially over and I'm so excited that I'm free! This has to be one of the most taxing, most stressful semesters ever, but on the plus side, it was fun and rewarding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glimpse of how I'm feeling now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5834815523_557063258e_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5834815523_557063258e_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you think it's cool? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now to start my 40 days of winter break! Oh how exciting!&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/13480074-642276446695842978?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/642276446695842978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=642276446695842978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/642276446695842978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/642276446695842978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5144/5834815523_557063258e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7863035567157839487</id><published>2011-06-10T11:35:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:39:00.141+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting stuff I read while studying Psych</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we cannot discover God's throne in the sky with a radio telescope..people assume that such ideas are "not true".... Modern man may assert that he can dispense with them, and he may bolster his opinion by insisting that there is no scientific evidence of their truth. But...why should we bother about evidence? Even if we did not know by reason our need for salt in our food, we should nonetheless profit from its use.... Why, then, should we deprive ourselves of views that would prove helpful in crises and would give a meaning to our existence?... Man positively needs general ideas and convictions that will give a meaning to his life and enable him to find a place for himself in the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Jung, 1964, pp. 87-88)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7863035567157839487?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7863035567157839487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7863035567157839487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7863035567157839487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7863035567157839487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/interesting-stuff-i-read-while-studying.html' title='Interesting stuff I read while studying Psych'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7610837985262315977</id><published>2011-06-09T21:40:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:50:19.017+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me smile (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q84OwM40jyM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait to upload the photos of the other pretty stuff that made me smile from ear to ear. I feel like a princess in my own rights. haha. And many many many thanks to my-really-cool-friends (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, break time is over and time to force myself to study again. TWO MORE (horrid) PAPERS TILL FREEDOM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7610837985262315977?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7610837985262315977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7610837985262315977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7610837985262315977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7610837985262315977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-made-me-smile.html' title='This made me smile (:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q84OwM40jyM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7712415752080048918</id><published>2011-06-04T13:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T14:17:00.631+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Exams are starting on Monday. I think this whole exam period I've been fighting with the feelings of being demoralised and I lose sight of why I'm doing all these for. And then I watched this video and everything started flooding back to me. I remembered my passion; I remembered why I'm doing what I'm doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the kind of things that break my heart. This is the kind of things that motivate me to do the best that I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3tMFoZkrkvY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Power of Your Name &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely children weren't made for the streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And fathers were not made to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely this isn't how it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely nations were not made for war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or the broken made to be ignored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely this just can't be what You saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I will live to carry Your compassion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To love a world that's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be Your hands and feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will live with the life that I've been given&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And go beyond religion to see the world be saved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the Power of Your Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely life wasn't made to regret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the lost were not made to forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surely faith without action is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let Your Kingdom come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord break this heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus Your Name is the shelter for the hurting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Name is the refugee for the weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only Your Name could redeem the undeserving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Name holds everything I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7712415752080048918?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7712415752080048918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7712415752080048918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7712415752080048918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7712415752080048918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/06/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3tMFoZkrkvY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2975887456785663194</id><published>2011-05-28T18:36:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:21:52.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chance</title><content type='html'>I'm excited because despite the emotional roller coaster I was on for the past few weeks I think I've just entered a whole new realm with God. I think He has been empowering me with faith - faith that is allowing me to dare to believe that things can happen &lt;u&gt;simply because HE is God.&lt;/u&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 because &lt;u&gt;my God is love.&lt;/u&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;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yKIT4KPS-VQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;You called my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;Reached out Your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;Restored my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;And I was redeemed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89); font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; "&gt;The moment You entered my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Christ gave that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;My life was changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;When from my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Fell the weight of my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;So it's with everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I reach out for Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;The hope for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;The second chance I've gained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;On You I throw my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Casting all my fears aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;How could greater love than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Ever possibly exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Consume my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;As I rest in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;I'm now in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;With a Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Bearing the marks of His love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;So I'll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;With my hands released to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Where a little faith's enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;To see mountains lift and move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;And I'll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Dedicated to Your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;To this love that will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;A love that never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/13480074-2975887456785663194?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2975887456785663194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2975887456785663194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2975887456785663194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2975887456785663194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/second-chance.html' title='Second Chance'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yKIT4KPS-VQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6995765515146425348</id><published>2011-05-25T15:51:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T16:12:43.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to yet another autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relief from conquering my assignments + wanting a small break before studying = blog. haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/5757049197_bc4be96630_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 640px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/5757049197_bc4be96630_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while since I just let my mind wander and think random thoughts - can't wait to do more of that after exams. A blink of an eye and this month is drawing to an end; soon all the leaves will drop from the trees to mark the end of autumn and start of winter. Within days, exams will commence and I'll have to admit that I'm no longer a teenager (sighh). At the same time, there's the winter break to look forward to: sydney, no need to study and sleeping in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my mum woke me up saying she made me breakfast and told me not to drive later in the evening if I was tired; that she and my dad would come pick me up and drive the car home. &amp;lt;3 On top of that, today I claimed a free cup of coffee and I found myself with a huge smile on my face despite the fact that I was exhausted, physically and mentally. A warm cup of coffee on a cold autumn day, that undoubtedly made me more alert, and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; hyper. The tiny things that really make my day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6995765515146425348?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6995765515146425348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6995765515146425348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6995765515146425348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6995765515146425348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/saying-goodbye-to-yet-another-autumn.html' title='Saying goodbye to yet another autumn'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/5757049197_bc4be96630_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8060397824000433630</id><published>2011-05-24T02:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T02:45:09.528+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love so amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;He [God] is wooing &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;from the jaws of distress to a spacious place free from restriction&lt;/b&gt;, to the comfort of your table laden with choice food.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Job 36:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8060397824000433630?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8060397824000433630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8060397824000433630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8060397824000433630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8060397824000433630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-so-amazing.html' title='Love so amazing'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2158210708379056771</id><published>2011-05-16T01:54:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:03:44.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'>One more month!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/5722310967_e249b94135_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/5722310967_e249b94135_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kinda can't wait for all these assignments/exams to be over so that I can go back to experimenting in the kitchen (cooking and baking), and play with my dear camera, Alexis, and slack and not feel guilty about it. I just need to endure for one more month!! But at the same time, I'm really grateful that my parents are here and that I don't have to worry about food prep when I'm all stressed out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh all these post exam plans make me happy(: (: haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2158210708379056771?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2158210708379056771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2158210708379056771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2158210708379056771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2158210708379056771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-more-month.html' title='One more month!!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/5722310967_e249b94135_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1314197661670867406</id><published>2011-05-14T11:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:08:40.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly."  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Barbara  Winter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/13480074-1314197661670867406?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1314197661670867406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1314197661670867406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1314197661670867406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1314197661670867406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5861821260537362241</id><published>2011-05-06T11:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:45:12.559+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love Never Fails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because once in a while, we need a reminder of how &lt;u&gt;faithful&lt;/u&gt;, how &lt;u&gt;forgiving&lt;/u&gt;, how &lt;u&gt;loving&lt;/u&gt;, how &lt;u&gt;BIG&lt;/u&gt; and how &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt; our God is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IoezWBPGRAc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can separate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if I ran away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I still make mistakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But You have new mercies for me everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You stay the same through the ages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love never changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the ocean rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have to be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I know that You love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wind is strong and the water's deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not alone in these open seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause Your love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chasm is far too wide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never thought I'd reach the other side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Your love never fails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make all things work together for my good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5861821260537362241?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5861821260537362241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5861821260537362241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5861821260537362241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5861821260537362241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-love-never-fails.html' title='Your Love Never Fails'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IoezWBPGRAc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8417779873445827885</id><published>2011-05-02T14:34:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:02:28.329+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To be honest,</title><content type='html'>Everyone is commenting on how Osama is dead, some are even going to the extreme to comment about what he's going to face in hell. There are jokes being made about Obama beating Osama and whatnot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really wonder how Osama's family (the people who love him) is feeling right now. I'm not saying that what Osama did was right, but still. His family has now being victims (they've lost a father, a husband, a child) and yet they'll probably never be recognised as one because we're all fixated on the fact that he did terrible things. That's just the tip of the iceberg. To an extent, don't you think it's sad that while they are mourning a loss of a loved one, the whole world seems to be rejoicing that Osama is dead? And not only rejoicing, people are even making fun of the fact that he's dead. I don't think it's completely unreasonable for them to not want him to be found; because wouldn't you want the same for a loved one who did something wrong? And because the US has Osama's body, they may never get to see him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's just sad. Sad because we get so caught up with "eradicating" all evils, that we forget to stop and remember the minorities that will be affected and we forget to show compassion and sensitivity to the people who need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only imagine that things are just going to go downhill from here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still believe that God loved (even) Osama.&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/13480074-8417779873445827885?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8417779873445827885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8417779873445827885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8417779873445827885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8417779873445827885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-be-honest.html' title='To be honest,'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4154820382097650940</id><published>2011-05-01T22:45:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:02:52.177+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a 13 day long break (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really like this photo even though it's kinda blur. DG Support '11 is so sporting(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5303/5675211499_22d044de7e_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5303/5675211499_22d044de7e_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This has to be one of the best mid sem breaks ever. I think it's because it came at a time when everyone was dying after the long and tiring first half of the semester. I feel so well rested and recharged, both physically and spiritually. And though I think I may be the only one who is going to say this, but I'm really excited for the rest of the semester and I really can't wait to go back to uni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4154820382097650940?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4154820382097650940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4154820382097650940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4154820382097650940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4154820382097650940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-had-13-day-long-break.html' title='I had a 13 day long break (:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5303/5675211499_22d044de7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5734244392623036300</id><published>2011-04-28T01:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:19:26.246+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's going to be tough to say goodbye; it always is. Nobody loves change, but part of life is learning to let things go.&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Phil, &lt;i&gt;Modern Family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&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/13480074-5734244392623036300?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5734244392623036300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5734244392623036300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5734244392623036300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5734244392623036300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8671050288719039586</id><published>2011-04-26T15:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:35:03.381+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5656754896_f6a4cb103e_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 427px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5656754896_f6a4cb103e_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going through Easter Camp '11 photos because Li Lin claims that I take too long to upload photos (which is so untrue) and I came across this heartwarming photo. Credits actually go to Chris Teo for capturing this precious moment of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos and thoughts about Easter Camp coming up, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13480074-8671050288719039586?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8671050288719039586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8671050288719039586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8671050288719039586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8671050288719039586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5222/5656754896_f6a4cb103e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1118080463847126671</id><published>2011-04-11T20:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:26:41.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey the weirdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Blybvk-zM4M/TaLWpSTqG1I/AAAAAAAACDU/jyvVprepES0/s1600/IMG_1732.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Blybvk-zM4M/TaLWpSTqG1I/AAAAAAAACDU/jyvVprepES0/s400/IMG_1732.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594269691924847442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think it's funny how my dog is so fascinated by the fire that she just sits there, intrigued. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she's conflicted because her animal instincts are probably warning her about the dangers of fire and that she should probably run away, but at the same time, I think she's wondering why we (my family) are not running away from this "supposedly dangerous fire". Haha. She's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1118080463847126671?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1118080463847126671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1118080463847126671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1118080463847126671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1118080463847126671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/joey-weirdo.html' title='Joey the weirdo'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Blybvk-zM4M/TaLWpSTqG1I/AAAAAAAACDU/jyvVprepES0/s72-c/IMG_1732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8643670790510856382</id><published>2011-04-08T12:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:24:14.291+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My random thought of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling well physically; my head is spinning, my ears are hurting, I'm feeling a bit nauseous and my whole body is aching. (I don't think it's anything serious, so I'm not going to think much about it. Or maybe I'm in denial) Sadly, the first thought that came to mind is "I cannot afford to feel so crappy and sick."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me think - how sad that my life is as such, that I'm even attempting to 'schedule' when I can allow myself to fall sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is just my mind's way of allowing myself to procrastinate, so that I don't have to focus on my task at hand and just get amused by such trivial stuff. And I just stoned at this page for about 5 mins -.- What a good way to waste time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, time to power through and finish these darn assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8643670790510856382?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8643670790510856382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8643670790510856382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8643670790510856382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8643670790510856382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-random-thought-of-day.html' title='My random thought of the day'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7920389960822966213</id><published>2011-04-07T21:57:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:08:35.239+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0h8WWtgEhTU/TZ2nFw2UH0I/AAAAAAAACDM/JjPdQDO0rwo/s1600/IMG_1664.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0h8WWtgEhTU/TZ2nFw2UH0I/AAAAAAAACDM/JjPdQDO0rwo/s400/IMG_1664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592810029717921602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, every time I drove past this structure, I always wanted to take a photo of it. So today, I did. Haha. I don't actually know what it is, but somehow it always caught my attention.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt nice, to drive and stop my car every time I see something interesting and just take a photo of it. That's the life(: For that one hour, from uni to home, when nothing else seems to matter and I could just appreciate God's creation and realise how beautiful the world really is if you really take time to just admire it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read somewhere that you can learn about the Creator through His creation, and seeing how good and beautiful His creation are, it gives us a glimpse to how great the Creator is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7920389960822966213?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7920389960822966213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7920389960822966213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7920389960822966213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7920389960822966213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0h8WWtgEhTU/TZ2nFw2UH0I/AAAAAAAACDM/JjPdQDO0rwo/s72-c/IMG_1664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1773256269477506111</id><published>2011-04-04T20:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:28:48.974+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People can surprise you. You get used to thinking of them one way; stuck in their roles; they are what they are. And then, they do something that shows you there's all this depth and dimension that you never knew existed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Mitchell Pritchett, &lt;i&gt;Modern Family&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1773256269477506111?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1773256269477506111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1773256269477506111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1773256269477506111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1773256269477506111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-mind.html' title='Open Mind'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3258167511523388965</id><published>2011-03-09T02:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T02:22:08.105+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcLlftOEKmI/TWDxIcDzIUI/AAAAAAAACC0/FMc5QDC3j44/s1600/Chong%2BTrial%2B1-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcLlftOEKmI/TWDxIcDzIUI/AAAAAAAACC0/FMc5QDC3j44/s400/Chong%2BTrial%2B1-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575721465958048066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Once born into childlike faith, brimming with belief, typical people begin to lose their faith. Society mocks them. Their friends smirk. They come to change the world, but over time the world changes them. Soon they forget who they were; they forget the faith they once had. Then one day someone tells them the truth, but they don’t want to go back, because they’re comfortable in their new skin. Being a stranger in this world is never easy."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/quotes/1441.Ted_Dekker" class="authorName" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ted Dekker&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/681577" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Saint&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3258167511523388965?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3258167511523388965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3258167511523388965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3258167511523388965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3258167511523388965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcLlftOEKmI/TWDxIcDzIUI/AAAAAAAACC0/FMc5QDC3j44/s72-c/Chong%2BTrial%2B1-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7459020667333164725</id><published>2011-01-29T00:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T03:26:59.418+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Really random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder, if plants had feelings, what would they be feeling?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think, if they could, they would compete to be the tallest plant around? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the rose grew thorns because some other plant was invading its personal space?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the coconut is excited that it can float and travel the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think that the sunflower is secretly in love with the sun and hence it stares at the sun all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the lily pad enjoys providing a platform for the frogs that are tired of swimming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the seaweed longs to get out of the salty sea water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think the grass actually detest humans for trampling on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it would interesting, if plants really had feelings and were able to communicate their thoughts. I can imagine them screaming out to us as we cut down trees for paper/firewood. I can imagine that old oak tree with a face, sharing its wisdom to those who seek it. I can imagine flowers singing as the sun rises and sleeping as the moon appears. I can imagine the trees being "asian" and competing on who would be the tallest. I can imagine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/13480074-7459020667333164725?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7459020667333164725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7459020667333164725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7459020667333164725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7459020667333164725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/really-random-thoughts.html' title='Really random thoughts'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2417371450244225424</id><published>2011-01-15T04:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T04:09:16.817+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For friendships made and pleasure shared..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TTCBt0iDeBI/AAAAAAAACCo/YewcbYP0ueU/s1600/mg%2Blove%2B%253C3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TTCBt0iDeBI/AAAAAAAACCo/YewcbYP0ueU/s400/mg%2Blove%2B%253C3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562088163998136338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was like one of the most awesome day ever (and so sad that we don't have a group picture of all 5 of us). But yes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for really fun friends like them. I'm so glad that we are able to keep in touch despite being in different countries and that every time we meet each other, we become the same girl we were back in secondary school days and we just end up laughing so hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only YT wasn't leaving so soon, then we can meet up again. But oh wells, I hope we really all save up for our trip and then we can like spend one whole week overseas together laughing our heads off at every thing (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2417371450244225424?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2417371450244225424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2417371450244225424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2417371450244225424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2417371450244225424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-friendships-made-and-pleasure.html' title='For friendships made and pleasure shared..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TTCBt0iDeBI/AAAAAAAACCo/YewcbYP0ueU/s72-c/mg%2Blove%2B%253C3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1270354970753922058</id><published>2011-01-09T10:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T10:16:23.471+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Only with my God(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving my life for You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving everything to You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not holding back but every part&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm giving it all to You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I sat in my car and had a really good talk with God. I told Him what was making me feel down and I thanked Him for bringing me to this place in my life - that even though it is bittersweet at the moment, I would have it no other way. I thanked Him for allowing me to get to know such people. I thanked Him for bringing me to OCF, for giving me the Christian support that I prayed so hard for in 2008 when I first came to Melbourne. I talked to Him about how my friends have been such an inspiration to me (N with his "building bill" project, BH with his working in a prison, etc.) and how I wanted to inspire others for Him. I started to understand better about the different seasons of life. I told Him that I trusted Him to make my 2011 even better than the awesome 2010 - I know He will bring me to higher heights this year.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Lincoln Brewster song "All to You" started playing and I realised I'm learning how to give God every part of my life. That this is another "sweet" point to add to this bittersweet part of my life - that I'm learning more and more about how it is to have a relationship with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another chapter, another year. It's going to start bittersweet and probably ending the same way - but regardless, it is still going to be so phenomenal because God will be there the whole time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1270354970753922058?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1270354970753922058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1270354970753922058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1270354970753922058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1270354970753922058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-with-my-god.html' title='Only with my God(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5338420586810291779</id><published>2011-01-01T23:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:50:50.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>Because it's the new year so it calls for a blog post! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited for 2011 because life is awesome and it's really exciting to see what God has in stored for me. For the past few hours, the only thing I can really think of is "I'M GOING TO GRADUATE THIS YEAR!!" That is not counting my 3 years of postgrad, but who cares. Haha. Everything about 2010 has been awesome even though it was a rollar coaster ride at times. So 2011 is going to be even better (: (: SO EXCITED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very happy girl now. Haha. I don't really know why. It's like inner-joy/peace; I'm like smiling myself silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TR8ha7lfynI/AAAAAAAACCg/xD3GrE2pf4s/s1600/Mahjong%2Bedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TR8ha7lfynI/AAAAAAAACCg/xD3GrE2pf4s/s400/Mahjong%2Bedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557197211753761394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the sake of letting the whole world know, I LEARNED MAHJONG TODAY with my distant cousins - cousins I never knew I had. Haha. And I'm going to play with them again tomorrow. Oh happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5338420586810291779?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5338420586810291779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5338420586810291779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5338420586810291779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5338420586810291779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TR8ha7lfynI/AAAAAAAACCg/xD3GrE2pf4s/s72-c/Mahjong%2Bedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7072831736297620026</id><published>2010-12-29T22:41:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:45:50.853+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why cook when you can create? :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRseg0C_4eI/AAAAAAAACCQ/yOj30zBQO5I/s1600/IMG_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRseg0C_4eI/AAAAAAAACCQ/yOj30zBQO5I/s400/IMG_2202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556068114367504866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was bored so I decided to make corn fritters. They were quite yummy I have to say and it's really simple as well. I think for every free day I have in Melbourne, I'm going to try a new dish. I want to attempt cereal prawns next, just that I can't seem to find curry leaves here in Melbourne..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it kinda annoys me that the picture is not really in focus, except for that ONE tiny piece of corn -.- But oh well, I shall practice photography more then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7072831736297620026?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7072831736297620026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7072831736297620026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7072831736297620026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7072831736297620026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-cook-when-you-can-create-p.html' title='Why cook when you can create? :P'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRseg0C_4eI/AAAAAAAACCQ/yOj30zBQO5I/s72-c/IMG_2202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2514130205585093774</id><published>2010-12-27T04:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T04:11:12.933+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Gerald!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lim, Lee, Loo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRd1bBDI5KI/AAAAAAAACBw/xEEk4Ifi7DQ/s1600/1_162715150l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRd1bBDI5KI/AAAAAAAACBw/xEEk4Ifi7DQ/s400/1_162715150l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555037772383315106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember when we tried to be exclusive and said that only people whose surname started with L was cool?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha can't believe I found this photo - evidence that we did the weirdest stuff together (: But anyway, I digress. Since I won't be able to be in Singapore to help scheme another one of your birthdays or attempt to blind fold you or get the hair dresser to style your hair in the whackiest way possible, you shall be given a blog post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!! You're finally 19 and WE ARE NOT OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe we've been talking for 7 years. Hopefully 70 years down the road we will still be talking and laughing (over the same kind of crap) and staying as far from the mental institution as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/13480074-2514130205585093774?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2514130205585093774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2514130205585093774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2514130205585093774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2514130205585093774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-gerald.html' title='Happy Birthday Gerald!!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRd1bBDI5KI/AAAAAAAACBw/xEEk4Ifi7DQ/s72-c/1_162715150l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5836407547754065270</id><published>2010-12-25T02:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T03:00:59.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas isn't Christmas</title><content type='html'>This Christmas is different; not particularly good or bad, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while a million and one thoughts run through my mind, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRTC9M_NhwI/AAAAAAAACBo/_tnOjO8RqRU/s1600/IMG_2095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRTC9M_NhwI/AAAAAAAACBo/_tnOjO8RqRU/s400/IMG_2095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554278597168826114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't my cake look pretty? It's supposed to be a two layered red velvet cake with orange cream cheese frosting with berries, but the top layer kinda blocked off the second layer (which probably doesn't have enough icing). But anyhow.. PRETTY RIGHT? Haha. Hope it tastes nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5836407547754065270?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5836407547754065270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5836407547754065270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5836407547754065270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5836407547754065270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-isnt-christmas.html' title='Christmas isn&apos;t Christmas'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TRTC9M_NhwI/AAAAAAAACBo/_tnOjO8RqRU/s72-c/IMG_2095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6111639297795367558</id><published>2010-12-13T00:01:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:36:08.947+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TQTH01uyVvI/AAAAAAAACBc/g62b13qnfYM/s1600/IMG_6773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TQTH01uyVvI/AAAAAAAACBc/g62b13qnfYM/s400/IMG_6773.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549780351417734898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were the days - whereby a simple thing like face painting made you feel like a princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6111639297795367558?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6111639297795367558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6111639297795367558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6111639297795367558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6111639297795367558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Simple Pleasures(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TQTH01uyVvI/AAAAAAAACBc/g62b13qnfYM/s72-c/IMG_6773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5873692892665724688</id><published>2010-12-10T23:16:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:18:11.168+11:00</updated><title type='text'>6am</title><content type='html'>The thought of waking up at 6am is kinda blegh.. Reminds me of secondary school days. It's kinda amazing how I managed to get ready in such a short time actually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hmm maybe I'm just lazy.. haha. Totally dreading waking up early, but I guess I got to befriend coffee once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5873692892665724688?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5873692892665724688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5873692892665724688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5873692892665724688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5873692892665724688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/6am.html' title='6am'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6781695711695774872</id><published>2010-12-08T01:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T01:43:00.964+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles! :D</title><content type='html'>Today I bought bubbles; went to the backyard, standing under the stars and blew bubbles(: it was the happiest I've felt in a long while(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to buy more since it's so cheap now. Haha. Someone play with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6781695711695774872?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6781695711695774872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6781695711695774872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6781695711695774872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6781695711695774872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/bubbles-d.html' title='Bubbles! :D'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7691553691231439789</id><published>2010-12-06T04:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T04:04:29.984+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you give me nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad memories of  my past is back to haunt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's bad because I'm paralysed with fear&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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: center;"&gt;I'm now caught in a dilemma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7691553691231439789?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7691553691231439789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7691553691231439789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7691553691231439789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7691553691231439789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-give-me-nightmares.html' title='you give me nightmares'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3379231606881098334</id><published>2010-12-05T23:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:37:34.632+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long holidays are never going to be the same again:(</title><content type='html'>It kinda just hit me that&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm 19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm going to graduate next year (2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and, I don't even know where else to begin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more importantly, it kinda hit me hard on how I'm not a kid anymore :( Grr, I'm like quite stressed out now that I can't even pen down my thoughts. SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3379231606881098334?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3379231606881098334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3379231606881098334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3379231606881098334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3379231606881098334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-holidays-are-never-going-to-be.html' title='Long holidays are never going to be the same again:('/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2016585794017240466</id><published>2010-11-02T01:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T02:03:23.515+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good because God is good(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TM7SiMKrvkI/AAAAAAAACBU/Hq-JTmMn68c/s1600/Road+Trip+9-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TM7SiMKrvkI/AAAAAAAACBU/Hq-JTmMn68c/s400/Road+Trip+9-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534592476908338754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;I suddenly remembered the first day of the year, while waiting for the sunrise we sat by the beach and just listened to the waves. I remember that as the waves crashed upon the shores that I felt God saying to me that He would ALWAYS be faithful to me, even when I doubted or even when I couldn't feel His presence. The song &lt;i&gt;Your Name&lt;/i&gt; by Paul Baloche kept playing in my head as I, at that moment, came up with a new year resolution to do whatever it takes to be a good cell leader. I remember starting the year excited and yet somewhat nervous/scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; "&gt;It's now the 2nd of November. Time has seriously flown by and God has really been so faithful to me. I don't think I would have survived this year if not for Him. Even today (or technically, yesterday), when I was so nervous about coffee ministry, He showed me how He has everything under control and things worked out so well(: Cell leading was just pure awesome and definitely super rewarding. It's not yet the end of the year and many more things can happen in these 2 months - but I could not have asked for a better 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That's why life is good - because God is good(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; "&gt;*Big big smile and do happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&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/13480074-2016585794017240466?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2016585794017240466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2016585794017240466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2016585794017240466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2016585794017240466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-good-because-god-is-good.html' title='Life is good because God is good(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TM7SiMKrvkI/AAAAAAAACBU/Hq-JTmMn68c/s72-c/Road+Trip+9-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7948311353016023724</id><published>2010-10-31T20:38:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:41:28.582+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Today's sermon about forgiveness was an interesting one. It really made me rethink certain stuff and I think the 6 points that the pastor ended with is really worth sharing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To remain resentful and harmful is my choice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To forgive is my need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We must always forgive but we cannot always forget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We must always forgive but we may nto always restore relationships&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wound (pain) will heal but the scars remain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To forgive is to let go - to release the offender from the bondage of hatred and retribution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7948311353016023724?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7948311353016023724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7948311353016023724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7948311353016023724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7948311353016023724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3195199230925140398</id><published>2010-10-30T22:11:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:22:10.404+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Here today and gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rain killed the pretty flower :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMwLMQmJWTI/AAAAAAAACBI/wrL0WvxyuWw/s1600/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMwLMQmJWTI/AAAAAAAACBI/wrL0WvxyuWw/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533810347372796210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it made me realise - that's us (referring to picture above). Our time on earth is so limited and yet we sometimes act as if we'll live forever. It's really something to think about. And I'm too lazy to finish the rest of this post. Haha. So the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3195199230925140398?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3195199230925140398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3195199230925140398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3195199230925140398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3195199230925140398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-today-and-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Here today and gone tomorrow'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMwLMQmJWTI/AAAAAAAACBI/wrL0WvxyuWw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-360404435268284580</id><published>2010-10-28T23:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:48:11.031+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Meringue Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>I made Lemon Meringue Cupcakes today!! Quite exciting, since I always wanted to try out the recipe. So despite my not so good photography skills and bad piping for the meringue, the cupcake was really yummy! Haha yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMlwgJ4qluI/AAAAAAAACAg/CAnAMCfFp5Y/s1600/Lemon+Meringue+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMlwgJ4qluI/AAAAAAAACAg/CAnAMCfFp5Y/s400/Lemon+Meringue+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533077314913081058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMlwfeokGaI/AAAAAAAACAY/7UL_ERqI01Y/s1600/Lemon+Meringue+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMlwfeokGaI/AAAAAAAACAY/7UL_ERqI01Y/s400/Lemon+Meringue+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533077303302822306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now back to the books. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-360404435268284580?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/360404435268284580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=360404435268284580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/360404435268284580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/360404435268284580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/lemon-meringue-cupcakes.html' title='Lemon Meringue Cupcakes'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMlwgJ4qluI/AAAAAAAACAg/CAnAMCfFp5Y/s72-c/Lemon+Meringue+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5895274470524960715</id><published>2010-10-27T14:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:41:42.743+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower quickly fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not because of who I am, but because of what You've done&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not because of what I've done, but because of who You are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMeazGlL58I/AAAAAAAACAA/F6kkW5gvOBo/s1600/Flower+Quickly+Fading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMeazGlL58I/AAAAAAAACAA/F6kkW5gvOBo/s400/Flower+Quickly+Fading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532560869978531778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel my brain trying to divide itself into a few parts just so that I can cope with this craziness. I have post-its everywhere reminding me of the different things I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to do. Everything seems to be falling apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm trying to conquer this mountain, I hear the Bible screaming out to me, reminding me of His faithfulness; reminding me that I don't have to do this on my own, in fact I shouldn't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*deep breath and then smile* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And thank you all for the encouraging verses and prayers. (you guys know who you are)&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/13480074-5895274470524960715?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5895274470524960715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5895274470524960715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5895274470524960715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5895274470524960715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/flower-quickly-fading.html' title='Flower quickly fading'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMeazGlL58I/AAAAAAAACAA/F6kkW5gvOBo/s72-c/Flower+Quickly+Fading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6575293245572888861</id><published>2010-10-24T22:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T22:59:20.623+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teehee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMQffio98kI/AAAAAAAAB_o/t2--lm6tEJs/s1600/Fisher+Of+Men,+Teehee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMQffio98kI/AAAAAAAAB_o/t2--lm6tEJs/s400/Fisher+Of+Men,+Teehee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531580869052854850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6575293245572888861?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6575293245572888861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6575293245572888861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6575293245572888861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6575293245572888861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/teehee.html' title='Teehee'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMQffio98kI/AAAAAAAAB_o/t2--lm6tEJs/s72-c/Fisher+Of+Men,+Teehee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1442537589310297582</id><published>2010-10-23T01:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:48:31.340+11:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMGi_4FPvOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/NUQGsRZgo0I/s1600/Papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMGi_4FPvOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/NUQGsRZgo0I/s400/Papa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530881035657526498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe, I think &lt;i&gt;he's&lt;/i&gt; cool and funny, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;at times&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://glike.info/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;♥&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/13480074-1442537589310297582?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1442537589310297582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1442537589310297582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1442537589310297582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1442537589310297582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TMGi_4FPvOI/AAAAAAAAB_g/NUQGsRZgo0I/s72-c/Papa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1306070184835039018</id><published>2010-10-18T11:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:49:09.417+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally understand</title><content type='html'>"I'm thankful for my years spent with this family; for everything we've shared, every chance we had to grow. I'll take the best of them with me and lead by their example wherever I go. A friend told me to be honest with you, so here it goes: This isn't what I want but I'll take the highroad. Maybe it's because I look at everything as a lesson or because I don't want to walk around angry. Or maybe it's because I finally understand. There are things we don't want to happen, but have to accept. Things we don't want to know, but have to learn. And people we can't live without, but have to let go."&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;JJ, &lt;i&gt;Criminal Minds&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/13480074-1306070184835039018?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1306070184835039018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1306070184835039018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1306070184835039018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1306070184835039018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-totally-understand.html' title='I totally understand'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5026865861690112678</id><published>2010-10-18T01:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T02:03:06.248+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Find us faithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&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-size: small;"&gt;May the fire of our devotions light their way&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-size: small;"&gt;May the footprints that we leave lead them to believe&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-size: small;"&gt;And the lives we lived inspired them to obey&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-size: small;"&gt;Oh may all who come behind us find us faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't believe this year is coming to an end. It's really bittersweet, and at the moment, a little more emphasise on the "bitter". And as much as I would love to elaborate on it, I can't bring myself to do so. Because words are simply not enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But whatever it is, even if I have to leave, I really... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5026865861690112678?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5026865861690112678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5026865861690112678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5026865861690112678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5026865861690112678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/find-us-faithful.html' title='Find us faithful'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5710912793567263198</id><published>2010-10-16T22:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:50:35.151+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we not learned that I resist change, A LOT.</title><content type='html'>I remember back in secondary school, how I would kill just to get to go for the new year's countdown, or how I would beg to be able to go for camps and whatnot. I remembered birthdays was a time when we get to go out and eat nice food as a family and Christmas/Chinese New Year was a time of awesome yummy food and presents/hongbaos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning of the year, I remembered looking forward to spending Christmas like how we always did. With the whole family, with the gift exchanges. I liked how on those occasions, no matter what, family came first. I remembered being eager for another countdown. Where we will all stay up all night and dragging our feet home the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because certain things are really meant to be the same. That's what traditions are for, isn't it? Because if not, it just wouldn't feel right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why it sucks so badly when these traditions have to be broken. And this decision I have to make sucks so badly as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a sentimental person okay. Stop judging me.&lt;/span&gt;&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/13480074-5710912793567263198?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5710912793567263198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5710912793567263198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5710912793567263198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5710912793567263198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-we-not-learned-that-i-resist.html' title='Have we not learned that I resist change, A LOT.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7354089428910606701</id><published>2010-10-10T19:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:27:35.482+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The purpose of a prison is to punish, to protect and to rehabilitate. But do we, as a society, really assist in the rehabilitation process? I think one of the greater torture we can bestow on someone is to lock them up, give them the freedom after they served their time, not help them reintegrate into society and then, lock them back up again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to the day, when I can look back and understand why things have to work in a certain way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7354089428910606701?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7354089428910606701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7354089428910606701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7354089428910606701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7354089428910606701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3276591767561532409</id><published>2010-10-10T02:21:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T02:27:02.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TLCIwkliCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/gkEmkTACVcA/s1600/IMG_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TLCIwkliCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/gkEmkTACVcA/s400/IMG_6267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526067110819792946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've discovered the photo editing software &lt;i&gt;Lightroom&lt;/i&gt; and I did the above picture just for fun. (ok I knew about it long ago, just that I decided to try it out) It's quite cool to watermark my photo even though like it's not a professional shot or anything. Hehe, so after exams I'm going to entertain myself with learning how to use this software.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-3276591767561532409?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3276591767561532409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3276591767561532409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3276591767561532409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3276591767561532409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/lightroom.html' title='Lightroom'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TLCIwkliCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/gkEmkTACVcA/s72-c/IMG_6267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6190687733360242834</id><published>2010-10-05T14:42:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:49:34.403+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>Studying criminology makes me wonder:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we are giving the police too much power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if Taser Guns are really a good thing (do the pros really outweigh the cons, or are we allowing it just because it's a way that allows police to get some non lethal action on a more regular basis?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we are letting off corrupted police/law enforcers too easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we ever treat criminals like humans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if we really considered how the families of 'criminals' feel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if prisons are necessarily a good thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if anything is being done to improve the whole criminal justice system&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;and much much more. Hmm. Maybe I should do honours in Criminology instead...&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/13480074-6190687733360242834?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6190687733360242834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6190687733360242834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6190687733360242834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6190687733360242834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6093509572547249732</id><published>2010-09-30T15:48:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T16:01:46.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Till then;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKQkywT5SqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/LXi2AbGxvQw/s1600/Work+Piling+Up+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKQkywT5SqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/LXi2AbGxvQw/s400/Work+Piling+Up+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522579497443478178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKQkyaDSQRI/AAAAAAAAB-w/SxmdltzJhSI/s1600/Work+Piling+Up+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKQkyaDSQRI/AAAAAAAAB-w/SxmdltzJhSI/s400/Work+Piling+Up+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522579491468230930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really feel like I cannot cope with everything that is going on; I'm seriously overwhelmed right now. I'm super stressed out and I'm afraid I break down and give up even before the end of the sem. But I'm still alive, still trusting, still depending. Work progress today was good (justifies my going out later)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes. I'm probably going to 'disappear' for a bit, but I'll probably still be contactable, appearing online only when I feel like it. Because I need that space, I need to be able to reply emails at my own time, my own pace. I need to believe that there's more to my life than just uni and OCF. I need to know that when I step away from all technology, it's just me and God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need space to just breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6093509572547249732?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6093509572547249732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6093509572547249732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6093509572547249732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6093509572547249732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/till-then.html' title='Till then;'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKQkywT5SqI/AAAAAAAAB_I/LXi2AbGxvQw/s72-c/Work+Piling+Up+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5676990459239185338</id><published>2010-09-29T23:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:09:31.744+10:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKM4_sxTeaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4B3Q1SR9OR8/s1600/IMG_6378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKM4_sxTeaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4B3Q1SR9OR8/s400/IMG_6378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522320235087231394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snuggling our toes into the sand; wind blowing our hair; sun beating down on us; constantly looking out for 'intruders'...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We need more times like these(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5676990459239185338?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5676990459239185338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5676990459239185338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5676990459239185338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5676990459239185338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/3.html' title='♥'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TKM4_sxTeaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/4B3Q1SR9OR8/s72-c/IMG_6378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-7690767373959663854</id><published>2010-09-19T23:38:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:05:38.558+10:00</updated><title type='text'>(I don't know the title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will seek to bring Your name glory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will seek to bring Your name honour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will seek to magnify Your name in everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving all the glory unto You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, Wonderful Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most exalted Name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will bow before Your throne, Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will kneel down at Your feet in worship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will bow before Your holy throne in everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving all the glory unto You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-7690767373959663854?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7690767373959663854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=7690767373959663854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7690767373959663854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/7690767373959663854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-matter-of-emo-ness.html' title='(I don&apos;t know the title)'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8605735873454346941</id><published>2010-09-15T00:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:36:10.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TI-HMk4tJuI/AAAAAAAAB-g/sYv0yutECIM/s1600/IMG_6043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TI-HMk4tJuI/AAAAAAAAB-g/sYv0yutECIM/s400/IMG_6043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516776718681843426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like how the weeds are prettier during Spring.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, workload is piling up and all I want to do is sleep. Oh and how I really want to watch a movie. Anyone out there who wants to watch a movie with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8605735873454346941?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8605735873454346941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8605735873454346941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8605735873454346941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8605735873454346941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-season.html' title='New Season'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TI-HMk4tJuI/AAAAAAAAB-g/sYv0yutECIM/s72-c/IMG_6043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4203421010744060794</id><published>2010-09-09T19:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:51:20.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Many thoughts</title><content type='html'>We are fortunate, but we don't realise it because we compare with people who have more, not with people who have less. Criminal minds make me sad, because the perpetrators usually have a sad history; it makes me wonder what can be done. I get grumpy when I'm feeling exhausted but I'm unable to fall asleep. Is it fair to say that all perpetrators are actually victims in their own rights? Why are we so quick to notice point out the flaws of others and yet so slow to sing their praises? I feel like playing my guitar. How come (back then) the whites were considered more superior to the blacks? I'm not feeling well:( I want to roll around in the grass. I miss my iPod. Do you think there'll ever be a time that we're truly contented with what we have? The flowers I received last week still look so pretty. And...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4203421010744060794?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4203421010744060794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4203421010744060794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4203421010744060794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4203421010744060794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/many-thoughts.html' title='Many thoughts'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8506428370241500892</id><published>2010-09-07T22:22:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:25:39.743+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivinggg</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get my driving license and it'll benefit my parents also when I get my license. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm so like nervous for the test. I'm afraid that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot slow down and maintain the 40km/h when necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forget to stop at a stop sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I change lanes on a solid (non-dotted) line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forget to check for blind spot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forget to check my mirrors when stepping on the break/when I hit my indicators&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically, I'm afraid I do something stupid that will cause me to fail. But yes, I guess that's something to worry about later. Now time to grab my white-board marker and start listing my to-do's. (and I thought I was going to be 'free-er' this month...)&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/13480074-8506428370241500892?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8506428370241500892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8506428370241500892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8506428370241500892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8506428370241500892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/drivinggg.html' title='Drivinggg'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8299048413037009316</id><published>2010-09-06T02:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:19:16.452+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still a child(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TIPCo7kuyDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Ci5kH6JLM0s/s1600/IMG_5937_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TIPCo7kuyDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Ci5kH6JLM0s/s400/IMG_5937_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513464377273927730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hehe. Crayons make me happy(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-8299048413037009316?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8299048413037009316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8299048413037009316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8299048413037009316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8299048413037009316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-child.html' title='I&apos;m still a child(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TIPCo7kuyDI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/Ci5kH6JLM0s/s72-c/IMG_5937_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-8259684475505552410</id><published>2010-09-04T14:31:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:32:18.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Tom Stoppard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 17px; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&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/13480074-8259684475505552410?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8259684475505552410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=8259684475505552410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8259684475505552410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/8259684475505552410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2337036414289012807</id><published>2010-09-04T05:30:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T05:42:57.778+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip the pages</title><content type='html'>It's the start of a new era, a new chapter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited because I have big dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On a totally random note: in Acts 2:17, it says "... your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams." So if I'm dreaming dreams, does that mean I'm old? haha. Ok sorry, that was nonsense, don't listen to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;back to seriousness*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet at the same time, I'm horrified/terrified, because I'm going to have to step out of my comfort zone and enter something familiar yet totally different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. But I guess it'll be like really interesting to see how God is going to use me in this next chapter of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2337036414289012807?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2337036414289012807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2337036414289012807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2337036414289012807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2337036414289012807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/flip-pages.html' title='Flip the pages'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6014161092247259306</id><published>2010-09-01T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:11:24.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if I'm just doing these all wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6014161092247259306?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6014161092247259306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6014161092247259306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6014161092247259306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6014161092247259306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5373097983232141609</id><published>2010-08-30T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:57:54.290+10:00</updated><title type='text'>In every season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THuOfw-Fn9I/AAAAAAAAB-I/yMg9UNjtndo/s1600/IMG_5930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THuOfw-Fn9I/AAAAAAAAB-I/yMg9UNjtndo/s400/IMG_5930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511155245390340050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is coming!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5373097983232141609?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5373097983232141609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5373097983232141609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5373097983232141609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5373097983232141609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-every-season.html' title='In every season'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THuOfw-Fn9I/AAAAAAAAB-I/yMg9UNjtndo/s72-c/IMG_5930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-5101916670271810778</id><published>2010-08-27T00:20:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:28:45.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is MY God.</title><content type='html'>Today I looked up to the sky and I saw an interesting mixture of clouds. I don't know how to describe it and because I was in the bus, I couldn't take a photo of it. But somehow, looking up to the heavens, I was reminded of that one thing;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;That Jesus was going to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time I was happy, I was relived, because that's the God I serve. The God I believe in is alive, the God I believe in WILL come back again. But then, it suddenly hit me again on how because we don't know exactly when He will return, how we should be living everyday as if it was our last. In other words, I felt that sense of urgency again. People need to know about Jesus NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I felt a bit lost, because I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to start. My heart was/is breaking, because even some loved ones have not accepted Christ yet. But I guess, that's the thing. If I keep waiting for that moment to start, or for that grand plan to save the world, I may never get about doing it. I guess it starts right here, right now; with that conscious effort to live my life as a testimony; to use every opportunity to share the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that my God is real, I believe He is coming back and I believe that He can use me to claim back souls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-5101916670271810778?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5101916670271810778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=5101916670271810778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5101916670271810778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/5101916670271810778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-god.html' title='This is MY God.'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4747525193960425506</id><published>2010-08-23T23:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:15:59.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for even the tiniest things(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THJy9fuKjuI/AAAAAAAAB-A/x9gW6YWUvS4/s1600/IMG_5926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THJy9fuKjuI/AAAAAAAAB-A/x9gW6YWUvS4/s400/IMG_5926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508591695040253666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalms 139:14&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4747525193960425506?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4747525193960425506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4747525193960425506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4747525193960425506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4747525193960425506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/grateful-for-even-tiniest-things.html' title='Grateful for even the tiniest things(:'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/THJy9fuKjuI/AAAAAAAAB-A/x9gW6YWUvS4/s72-c/IMG_5926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-4235765591754074437</id><published>2010-08-16T19:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:33:55.218+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TGkFR0xNgJI/AAAAAAAAB9s/KX8ZnBrMlz8/s1600/IMG_5747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TGkFR0xNgJI/AAAAAAAAB9s/KX8ZnBrMlz8/s400/IMG_5747.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505937823218106514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TGkEi5UuEKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/jW-6h3S6TGo/s1600/IMG_5809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TGkEi5UuEKI/AAAAAAAAB9k/jW-6h3S6TGo/s400/IMG_5809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505937016986931362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a new fascination with reflections (and apparently bare trees as well) and since I've made the effort to locate my memory card reader, I thought I'll like show me pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-4235765591754074437?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4235765591754074437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=4235765591754074437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4235765591754074437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/4235765591754074437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4JszcV21-jU/TGkFR0xNgJI/AAAAAAAAB9s/KX8ZnBrMlz8/s72-c/IMG_5747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-3696509601555276939</id><published>2010-08-14T18:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T18:31:22.112+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>I saw this on C's blog and because I totally agree and it gave me that warm fuzzy feeling, I'm going to copy and paste it. Haha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(46, 46, 46); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw &lt;b&gt;this guy&lt;/b&gt; standing in the front - trying hard to control his emotions as he spoke to us, but stripped down and in complete honesty before God. And that is the real deal. He reminded us/me to run to God, not only in our times of trouble, but in our times of success. He challenged us/me to stretch our trust in God and exercise our faith, because GOD IS GOOD. He asked us/me if we have been praying for salvation. He showed us/me that being real with God is all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw &lt;b&gt;his brothers&lt;/b&gt; alongside him offering support, prayer, encouragement and drive as he shared. Praying for him before the cue, standing with him as he stood, affirming him while he spoke and encouraging him at the end. They reminded me of people I know who would have done the same. They challenged me to be that person for someone new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the kind of man I'd like; that's the kind of friend I'd want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's humbling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/13480074-3696509601555276939?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3696509601555276939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=3696509601555276939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3696509601555276939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/3696509601555276939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-375705108989465534</id><published>2010-08-14T12:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T12:24:54.624+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Moment Counts</title><content type='html'>There was a shooting in Melbourne yesterday, along Lygon St. 2 people died, both aged between 60-70.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's happening to the world? Is it really an increase in (violent) crime or just an increase knowledge/reporting of it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to put myself into the victims' families' shoes. The shock that they beloved has just passed away. The grief that will soon follow. All the regrets for the things that they've said or even for the they things they haven't said. The hatred that will fill their hearts towards that gunman. The anger that will consume them. At times like this, how do you bring yourself to forgive so readily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what YS said, every moment counts. Every day that goes by is one less day for us to be praying for the unsaved, to be reaching out to those who have yet to hear the good news. What are we doing about that? And not only that, but if our hearts are not right before God, we will be answerable to it as well. How about the grudges that we've been holding? Are we able to let go and forgive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment counts and we should start living a life that matters, that makes a difference, a life that is right before God. And importantly, we shouldn't be fooled by the devil that there is time. There isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-375705108989465534?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/375705108989465534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=375705108989465534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/375705108989465534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/375705108989465534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/every-moment-counts.html' title='Every Moment Counts'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-2591686249575192298</id><published>2010-08-11T17:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T17:35:49.339+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blegh</title><content type='html'>I'm so frustrated, stressed and overwhelmed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am making NO progress on my essay because it's just pure impossible to do the research with no proper articles to be found. On top of that, I'm starting to lag behind in my weekly readings and my to-do lists is just getting longer and longer.  BLEGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-2591686249575192298?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2591686249575192298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=2591686249575192298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2591686249575192298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/2591686249575192298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/blegh.html' title='Blegh'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-6179426468596464933</id><published>2010-08-10T18:40:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:43:00.198+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's actually quite depressing to have night classes, or classes that end after the sun has set. Especially if you have to travel home alone, and worst, to an empty house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful that my family is here. I really am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-6179426468596464933?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6179426468596464933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=6179426468596464933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6179426468596464933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/6179426468596464933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13480074.post-1953377147215866549</id><published>2010-08-06T13:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:55:37.441+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to know You, I want to hear Your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel You, more than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to touch You, I want to see Your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want You Jesus, more than before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of You, Jesus I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of You my Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me deeper than I've been before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me further God I long for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me higher than I've been before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jesus I need more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of You, more of You Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More of You, I need more of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13480074-1953377147215866549?l=mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1953377147215866549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13480074&amp;postID=1953377147215866549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1953377147215866549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13480074/posts/default/1953377147215866549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-ni-ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/deeper.html' title='Deeper'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04412275307260440079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
