<?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-5272448740721337921</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:15:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a kingdom perspective and a persevering spirit.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-3915626520475604096</id><published>2011-02-14T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:51:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Time to spend a day with God I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12.30pm, (so its more of an afternoon + evening with God) and decided earlier this week that there is a need to get back 'on track' with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use those words carefully, because often we go through life and say "I've got to get right with God" or "I gotta get back on track" - it sometimes makes it seem that at some stages we feel we are completely 'right' or 'on track'. Whilst we can be at points where we are more God-directed and God-centred, we have to also keep in mind we'll never be 100% 'right' with God; we &lt;b&gt;never spiritually 'arrive'&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big problem I face - I go to church, I do all these outside of church activities like BSF, Grow Group etc. And this is the case for many MANY Christians today. And though we don't say it, we many a'time &lt;b&gt;act like we have hit 'spiritual maturity' &lt;/b&gt;and act like &lt;b&gt;we have it all together.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's not so much consciously saying "I'm all that", but more the&lt;b&gt; lack of&lt;/b&gt; trying to grow, and &lt;b&gt;lack of&lt;/b&gt; pushing and pursuing His heart and the &lt;b&gt;lack of&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;intentionally sharing God with those who are yet to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to acknowledge and truly be convicted that we are &lt;b&gt;SO FAR REMOVED FROM GOD,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it's 100% about His grace. His unending love and how much He gave for us so we could experience &lt;b&gt;true life&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;true freedom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that we never spiritually mature, mind you, but more that we never hit a point where we can say "Yep, done. I am now Christlike. Level up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That in mind - over the holidays, with the lack of things to keep you 'in check' (everything going on break - like Grow group, BSF, youth leading etc), as much as the relationship with God should be enough motivation to have Him in our thoughts - often it's not. It's human to need things to do, like regular Bible studies and meeting with other Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I really see a large portion of Christianity is to do with people. In fact, number one is God - that you 'love the Lord God with all your heart, mind and soul' - and the second? Love your neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if it's all about people, then those weekly meetings with other Christians is vital! Sharing with others is vital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, without these things, I've been less disciplined, less in focus, the prayer life became sporadic, the devotions came on and off, talking to Him and listening to Him and reading the Word became random and almost when I needed it - rather than a daily commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, to today - where I'm have a 'day with the Lord'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can place a lot of emphasis on one event or day - like a conference, or an eastercamp or something like I'm doing today. And no doubt, great things can happen - miracles, visions, insane convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not banking on that today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that's God's plan, sure, go nuts, Your will, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today is more about getting the right perspective. About the baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a prayer session just now, and what came to me was this idea of taking steps into wet cement, where your feet really sink in. In this hustle and bustle world, with things getting insanely fast-paced and people wanting things more and more and quicker and now, we often think that our walk with God is all about sprinting and getting to 'spiritual maturity' as fast as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I reckon that it's really about taking those firmly rooted, founded, deep steps with God. Planting your feet on solid rock and moving forward. It's far less obvious the progress you make, but over time, you can look back and realise "Oh wow, I've climbed that mountain? I've gone this far?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed for that, that today would be a shift of perspective, a step in the right direction. Where the devil could try and push me over, but I'm firmly rooted and held by the God who loves me so. Much better than taking quick steps and rushing, only to be pushed over quickly because it was an emotional high and I'm not sinking deep into the foundation which is Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I read the devotional and it read from James 1:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Let endurance and &lt;b&gt;steadfastness&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;patience&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;have full play and do a &lt;b&gt;thorough work&lt;/b&gt;, so that you may be perfectly and fully developed, lacking in nothing"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It carries on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"To be steadfast is to be stable; a steadfast person is steady, calm and even-tempered, no matter what happens. &lt;b&gt;When we mature spiritually to the point that we can maintain a level of steadfastness, then we do not react to every little harassing thing the enemy sends against us. &lt;/b&gt;Regardless of what he hurls our we way, &lt;b&gt;we will not be impressed, afraid, easily upset, we wil not give up and not be moved &lt;u&gt;if we are steadfast&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be steadfast and immovable, &lt;b&gt;we must know God and know Him intimately&lt;/b&gt;. We must be able to &lt;b&gt;hear His voice when the storms of life are swirling around us&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. Talk about Holy Spirit moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole vision of taking firm, rooted steps with God, really could be summed up with this one word: &lt;b&gt;Steadfastness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my prayer for you and me - that we can realign ourselves with Him. That we can get to know &amp;nbsp;Him intimately. And that we can begin taking solid, firmly planted steps, with the Lord, so that we are steadfast and do not waver when the devil sends things our way. It doesn't take an instant amazing, fantastic and miraculous bright light experience (although it does happen!), but more often than not, its those small but solid steps that take toward Him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the typical Sunday School answers: &lt;b&gt;Bible, Jesus, Prayer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Read the &lt;b&gt;Bible&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;more.&lt;br /&gt;- Talk and share &lt;b&gt;Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;more.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Pray&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, and yet, how often do you do all three? How regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3915626520475604096?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3915626520475604096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3915626520475604096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3915626520475604096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3915626520475604096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-4328563621688510822</id><published>2010-08-31T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:18:48.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit down and rest.</title><content type='html'>So I hadn't been to Envisage in a while (the young adults service that 2G aka. NLEC aka. the old ECC, hold), because of sickness and this and that and busy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happened the week I could come back, their annual "Kingdom" night was on, where it starts a little later, and is a combined youth and young adults service with a guest speaker - its an event of praise and worship. Been a while since I've gone to something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sending a blanket text to everyone, and got 2 interested parties, of which one Gabrielle Chea fell asleep and didn't come along, and the other Sarah Soon joined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been listening to the new 'Shakers and Hillsong albums (despite not being a fan of Planetshakers music style, I actually have found the heart of their songs to be really genuine - at least a different style to Hillsong), and I was quite at home - I reckon going to a service and knowing the songs lets you free up a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life has been fairly overwhelming. And since last week, I've been progressively getting sicker and sicker. I've missed out on commitments like Student Life and church meetings and stuff and I'm sort of out of it. But during the service, after the sermon, God kept telling me "Sit down and rest." over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God graciously gave me a little revelation. Despite how I've been spiritually, maybe a little dry, maybe a little aimless, always room for improvement - He showed me something that I felt was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we can sing, or pray to find '&lt;b&gt;rest in God'&lt;/b&gt;. But what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;It should be as easy as sitting down. Sitting down is a natural thing for humans to do. See a chair on the train? You're gonna go sit on it - not a second thought. It's pretty much an action that's in our nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were created in God's image. It was natural for us to walk alongside God, as Adam and Eve did - but sin got in the way. That does not change a single thing about our nature though. We're still made in God's image. Still meant to be with God. And so, resting in God should be something that we can do by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ashley, its hard to rest in God when you've just been rejected, suffered loss, disappointment, hurt, pain and brokenness. Or if you have so much to do, how can I have time to rest when this needs to be done, then that, and then that other thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no stock standard answer. But, taking time to genuinely sit with God and hear from Him? Or sing to Him? Read the Bible and reflect? Those seem like good places to start. But the idea is to be intentionally &lt;b&gt;seeking to rest in Him&lt;/b&gt;. And be assured, He'll support you - just like.. a chair does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat down during the music and praised God from my seat. Heck, I didn't even sing sometimes and just listened and meditated on the words and who God is. It was so easy to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half to the revelation is that, have you ever gone on an airplane and sat for too long without stretching? There was a whole commotion about some guy that was hospitalised because he didn't move for the entire flight and got some Deep Vein Thrombosis (where blood clots up in your veins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we sit and do nothing for too long, the rest that we've gotten in the Lord, the rejuvenation and refreshment, we sort of reach a point where you start getting &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;spiritual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; DVT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a whole bunch of holes in this analogy - my brain is ticking over them. But message that I really got from this entire thing, in short, was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Intentionally seek rest in the Lord. Make time or else you get burnt out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Know when to take action, to be proactive in your faith.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;At the end of the day, its a balance of resting, seeking, and acting. It can be easy to get caught up on either end, where we're all about receiving and not giving, or vice versa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-4328563621688510822?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/4328563621688510822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=4328563621688510822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4328563621688510822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4328563621688510822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/08/sit-down-and-rest.html' title='Sit down and rest.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-3221007381118580603</id><published>2010-08-01T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:24:54.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed.</title><content type='html'>Jubilee was the first Bible study I did after I recommitted to serving God with my life, earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;Never had I done a Bible study for that long, and it was a real period of growth and so much of it applied to my life, it was God-planned. He had my circumstance and my heart and mind in His control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first lessons was on Sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God did not rest on the 7th day because He was tired.&lt;br /&gt;He did it to reflect and enjoy creation.&lt;br /&gt;He did it as a change of pace, something different, other than creating things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To translate it into my day, I need to have Sabbath in my life, where I take a break from the busy things and just reflect and enjoy God and be thankful for the blessings I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I feel overwhelmed. Everything ahead of me is superduper daunting and just looming over me.&lt;br /&gt;My life is packed to the brim with catching up with people, ministry commitments, church commitments, study.. just .. so much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is how I'm going to develop REAL organisation and REAL time-management.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is also a time where I'll learn to REALLY give everything to God and properly rely on His strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because honestly, right now, I don't think I can get through this with a heart driven by my own strength.&lt;br /&gt;I want a heart that is driven by that unending love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3221007381118580603?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3221007381118580603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3221007381118580603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3221007381118580603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3221007381118580603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/08/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-3078472524942559238</id><published>2010-06-21T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:08:39.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!</title><content type='html'>YES I WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TB9f37y__qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nz7tYRNev2k/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-21+at+22.48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TB9f37y__qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nz7tYRNev2k/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-21+at+22.48.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: left;"&gt;thats me with my new prize, an infringement notice from the Victorian Police of.. Victoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Senior Constable Travis Stephens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But really, with this fine addition to my other awards such as High Distinctions, F.N. Northcott Trophy, this really tops them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;..Okay sarcasm aside, it is pretty disappointing to get booked. Especially for one of those new (really tight) road regulations. This one was for &lt;b&gt;doing a u-turn through a continuous line.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, ridiculous. On top of that, its a whopping $234 fine and 2 demerit points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a great way to end BSF right =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Especially when money is tight and .. like I realised why we cling to money - because &lt;b&gt;earn&lt;/b&gt; it. It's one of those things you feel like you deserve and belongs to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I'm a little strapped for cash lately, keep delving into my savings account and that, and have been asking God and talking to Him about this attitude I've got. I've never been that worried about cash, about spending on others and stuff - but lately I've been really really worried about money and how much I've got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But with losing (and finding) my wallet the other week and this incident today, funny enough, God revealed a message to me, even in this frustrating situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BSF, John 11 was talking about how Mary and Martha had to deal with the death of Lazarus. But Jesus said that Lazarus death was to glorify God, much like the healing of the blind man (John 9).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God allows pain and suffering, often because in situations of hopelessness, God's power is most tangible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So I suppose this.. disappointment, allowed God to manifest Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was asking God (when the lights were flashing behind me, making me feel like such a criminal) for grace and also what He wanted to show me out of this. And though there was a lot of disappointment 10 minutes ago, I've sort of nailed it on the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The fact that I am ABLE to pay $234. The fact that I can drive a car, and own that car.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you get my train of thought - The fact that I have a computer and can blog this using the internet, all these are signs of the reality that &lt;b&gt;I am richer than 75% of the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There are countless people living in poverty, who cannot read, who don't even know if they will survive the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in terms of material wealth, the lesson to draw from this is simply: &lt;b&gt;Be Thankful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with &lt;b&gt;thankfulness" - Colossians 2:6-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. God is sufficient as He is. Disappointing as this infringement may be, I'm glad to be endlessly blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3078472524942559238?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3078472524942559238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3078472524942559238' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3078472524942559238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3078472524942559238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-won.html' title='I WON!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TB9f37y__qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nz7tYRNev2k/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-21+at+22.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-2964806656815060619</id><published>2010-06-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:51:09.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He actually lives and responds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I've been off facebook for 5 days now. I really want to know what's going on in the world, how many new comments or photos have been posted, events coming up, wall posts, I want to tell the world about what I'm doing - even if no one cares. I want someone to LIKE something I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently though, I'm not addicted (at least, according to this massively credible .. internet survey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. You lose sleep over Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"If you're staying up late at night because you're on Facebook, and you're tired the next day, Facebook may be a compulsion for you," Lipari said. "You shouldn't be neglecting yourself because of Facebook."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. You spend more than an hour a day on Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pile says it's hard to pinpoint exactly how much is too much time to be spending on social networking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"I can't imagine that anyone would need more than an hour a day on Facebook, and probably no one needs more than 30 minutes," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. You become obsessed with old loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reconnecting with old friends is one of the great attractions of Facebook, and there's nothing necessarily wrong with "friending" an old boyfriend or girlfriend. But Pile warns that it can get out of hand very quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"One of my clients met up with an old boyfriend on Facebook. They started spending hours and hours into the night talking to each other on Facebook. She made some really inappropriate comments about how unhappy she was in her marriage," Pile said. "Her cousin saw the comments and told her parents, and the parents told the husband, and now they're in the process of getting divorced."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. You ignore work in favor of Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"If you're not doing your job in order to sneak time on Facebook, you could have a real problem," Lipari said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. The thought of getting off Facebook leaves you in a cold sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="cnnDefault180Space"&gt;&lt;div align="center" id="ad-153265" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sarah Browne, who writes the Guru of New blog, gave up Facebook for Lent last month when she realized that she had a "mild" addiction to the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of all these things, I have.. zero. Unless you include being constantly on Facebook "more than an hour of Facebook". But I'm not primarily on Facebook, I'm always 'studying' or chatting or youtub-ing or eating or.. multitasking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ideally I would be studying, but thats a different story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Very glad that I am not addicted though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Short of that, God has been nothing but amazing lately (though what am I saying, He always has been).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Started a new devotion book "Hearing from God Each Morning" By Joyce Meyer (and despite it's girly look it is a unisex book thank you very much.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TBtPisHtUdI/AAAAAAAAANk/dkTmMdsvRNo/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-18+at+20.49.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TBtPisHtUdI/AAAAAAAAANk/dkTmMdsvRNo/s320/Photo+on+2010-06-18+at+20.49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Getting into this whole Bible study routine and giving God my time and focus has been super rewarding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Despite being raised in a Christian family, quiet time has never been a priority or a routine. It just lacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So really spending time with the Creator has been incredibly refreshing, and I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Not only that, but coincidentally (more like, choreographed by God), each of my devo's have been directly related to the events of my day. Not like, "oh yeah, I guess that COULD mean that its related to my friendship problems", and twisting the message to suit me. Instead, if a primary school kid had a diary of my life and a calendar, they could draw the direct link between the chunks of wisdom and comfort that God has been giving me through Meyer's devo book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;June 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; - Talked about hearing from God and tangibly getting a message of wisdom or knowledge from God. I had an exam that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;June 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; - Talked about Abraham and how "no disbelief or distrust made him waver, but instead he grew strong and was empowered by faith as he gave praise and glory to God". I had actually begun to start doubting and losing a little bit of steam since Jubilee the night before. Also exams sort of pull you away from God a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;June 16th - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I'd been literally learning. Not cramming. Learning. For the first time, Business Finance. In 1 and a half days, I tried to learn the entire course. Today was the day of the exam. And I was utterly exhausted, physically and mentally, and exceedingly stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What did today's devo talk about? "The Source of Your Strength". All I did was smile and pray and everything left me. I honestly believe it was God's peace and comfort coming over me, but it was also a combination of the "there's not much more I can learn, I've hit a wall" resignation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At the same time,&amp;nbsp;I've been having this nagging question of how to love others. And through BSF and studying John, through reading "I Kissed Dating Goodbye" by Joshua Harris, listening to sermons about Evangelism, and through prayer, God keeps repeating the message that it comes back to the cross - the life and death and resurrection of Christ. To love like He did, through his actions and sacrifice that He made for us. That's how to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And God has really engraved that into my mind and heart lately, "THIS is how to love, Ashley".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So definitely something I have to try and work at, persistently, everyday - to love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;humbly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, and serve everyone around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a great God though, worth my time, my effort, my life, because He gave His for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Continually thankful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-2964806656815060619?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2964806656815060619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2964806656815060619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2964806656815060619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2964806656815060619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-sufficient.html' title='He actually lives and responds!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/TBtPisHtUdI/AAAAAAAAANk/dkTmMdsvRNo/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-18+at+20.49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-1323209827864084119</id><published>2010-06-08T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:48:48.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it changes everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So I finished my 50 day Bible study, "Jubilee" and I've got to say that the past 50 days really HAVE brought about spiritual renewal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;God took the study and my life circumstances, and caused them to align PERFECTLY. Whether the focus for the week was Redemption, Forgiveness, Healing, Sabbath, Justice or Proclamation, I can't explain how each of those topics and verses and studies came at the exact time when I needed to be refreshed, challenged or comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was looking for a new book and stumbled on this one called "Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God" by a pastor by the name of Francis Chan. Must be good if its by a Chan right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But theres a few lines in the blurb that caught my eye, and I really want to read and reflect on what this pastor has to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"God is calling you to a passionate love relationship with Himself. Because the answer to religious complacency isn’t working harder at a list of do’s and don’ts—it’s falling in love with God. And once you encounter His love, as Francis describes it, you will never be the same. Because when you’re wildly in love with someone, it changes everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Even though God has really shown that He is a living and responsive God these past weeks, I constantly find that my actions aren't pleasing to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I've been asking myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;am I doing this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;did I say that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;am I thinking that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I've come to the conclusion that I've somewhat lost the spirit of thanksgiving and humility that we should have, knowing who the Creator is, and the incredible sacrifice and love that He's shown to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;At the very root of it, is that I'm not wildly in love with God. Many areas of my life are still dominated by self-interest!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can understand why 'when you're wildly in love with someone, it changes everything' - from a human perspective, when a husband and wife, or even girlfriend and boyfriend love one another - their lives completely change!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Their entire schedules get altered to spend as much time as possible with one another. They constantly talk, and give to one another and have each other in their thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And for a God that has loved us infinitely more, He is someone I need to strive to be with, and someone that I need to be willing to flip head over heels in love with. I want to experience and respond to this love that changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'll have to hit up Koorong or Word this week anyway, because Josh, Jeff and Jesse are getting baptised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Words can't even express the joy that comes from knowing this - I'm so excited for these three young men of God :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-1323209827864084119?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/1323209827864084119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=1323209827864084119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1323209827864084119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1323209827864084119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-changes-everything.html' title='it changes everything.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-2251814944015246705</id><published>2010-05-25T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:13:41.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Samuel 24:24</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will not sacrifice to the LORD my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-2251814944015246705?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2251814944015246705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2251814944015246705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2251814944015246705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2251814944015246705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-samuel-2424.html' title='2 Samuel 24:24'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-6052619428883081490</id><published>2010-05-20T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:53:19.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4637098&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=edd49a&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4637098&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=edd49a&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4637098"&gt;Sermon 4-27-08 Nick Vujicic&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/highlandschurch"&gt;Highlands Church&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-6052619428883081490?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6052619428883081490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6052619428883081490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6052619428883081490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6052619428883081490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/05/incredible.html' title='Incredible'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-328532404612531266</id><published>2010-05-18T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T07:40:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He never fails</title><content type='html'>When we sin, we should be quick to address it and confess! Don't beat yourself up senseless with guilt and depression - that is how satan gains a hold on our lives, through those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we should feel guilty for sinning, and that we have failed our God, realise that YOU have been saved and redeemed by His death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, we shouldn't brush it off so quickly that the effect and consequences of our sin are dulled - taking our victory in Christ for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to strike a balance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;truly convicted, then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;confess earnestly&lt;/b&gt;, then &lt;b&gt;be motivated&lt;/b&gt;, and eager to please God, and &amp;nbsp;- and give Him control of that area or that particular sin. Rely on His strength, not your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan only attacks us and tempts us when we are moving closer to our Lord - so rejoice that the devil finds your pursuit and desire to submit to God a threat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give in, but rely &lt;b&gt;even mor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt; upon His strength - because He never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-328532404612531266?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/328532404612531266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=328532404612531266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/328532404612531266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/328532404612531266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-never-fails.html' title='He never fails'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-5251929543448007529</id><published>2010-04-26T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:51:56.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Things.</title><content type='html'>God has spoken so clearly these past few days, despite slipping up and being sometimes caught up in sin, He's used the mistakes as ways to express His voice even clearer:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, was to know that as a basis for all things, that 'He chose to save us, before we chose to believe in Him.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing that happens through our faith, is due to us. It's because of God's willingness to save, to move, to heal, to empower, to inspire, to respond, that things happen; that lives are changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, follows from that, again a humbling message that 'I can&lt;b&gt; only&lt;/b&gt; rely on His strength, and not my own - for by myself, I am nothing.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too often we try to bridge gaps, or conquer sin, or be someone through our own strength and acts. We believe that in doing quiet time and reading the Bible or going to church, that the church will then grow, or we will be rewarded. We're then destined to fail, one way or another, if we rely on our own acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God doesn't owe us anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we &lt;b&gt;actually&lt;/b&gt; realise that we are weak without Him, that we falter on our own, and that He is a God that &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fails, that is when God moves and the things we do come to fruition. &lt;b&gt;Only through His power, and relying on His strength.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, was that 'when we step out (in faith), He steps in'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So though nothing happens out of our own accord and own strength and will, when we acknowledge who's ultimately behind it all and have that sense of humility, we don't sit and passively watch and expect God to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ourselves have to take the step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So reading the Bible to someone with the mindset that "I'm gonna convert this guy", won't get you anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But reading the Bible to someone with the heart attitude that "God would you move, and use me, because nothing I do matters unless you're behind it" will move mountains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, they both involve an action our behalf - so we need to step out in terms of our actions, our voice, our music, art, quiet time, prayer, commitment - we need to step OUT of our comfort zone, so God can step in and meet our expectation of His power and strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been so blessed, and motivated by these things, so thanks goes to Him for this new perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-5251929543448007529?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5251929543448007529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5251929543448007529' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5251929543448007529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5251929543448007529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/04/three-things.html' title='Three Things.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-1815868439880892827</id><published>2010-04-06T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:09:48.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is to choose love over hate towards others.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to choose love over our own pride.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to choose love over resentment against another.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to choose love over deep pain.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to choose love over our circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to choose love over being hurt - even if the other person is completely oblivious to the amount of pain another has dealt to you.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is to completely choose love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a talk with a good friend, who's been really hurting over the past few years, something in me moved. I was filled up with this passion, to really flesh out their problem.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like they were either trying to be a hero, or being a coward and giving a half-hearted 'forgiveness'.&lt;br /&gt;As harsh as that may sound, the concept is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is anger or hurt between brothers in Christ, God doesn't want us to partially forgive one another. He doesn't want us to let go of some of the bitterness, but hold on to the rest; He doesn't want us to sort of accept and move on, but maybe kind of cling to the pain that was caused.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;b&gt;commands&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;us, to completely and wholly love one another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"A new command I give you; Love one another. As I have loved you, love one another." - John 13:34&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;Another verse I find incredibly powerful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart." - 1 Peter 1:22&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;They were on the verge of starting that process of forgiveness, but I felt this urgency to make sure that it wasn't the path to a half-hearted forgiveness, but forgiveness that was motivated by "sincere love for your brothers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a point, after an unknowable amount of time, where blows to your pride, emotional pain, heartbreak and hurt need to be let go of. Regardless of how much you want the offender to suffer punishment, or feel your pain, there comes a point where the demand of punishment needs to cease (or else it becomes unhealthy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive behind this, for me, is that God chose to love us, despite the fact that we sinned and deserve death. That we disobeyed the one who, out of His own love and will, created us with free-will - in His image.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, some of these situations that arise, though painful, are relatively nothing compared to what occurs on elsewhere in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the love that God asks for isn't some ignorant, naive, I'm-a-doormat, trample-on-me, happy-go-lucky love. Love does not always mean that you get along with people that you have disputes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be perceptive and see the situation as it is (which is hard when emotions and pain cloud your judgement eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that you view them as a fellow human being who makes mistakes, and that you let go of what they did to you, move on and pursuing the best possible outcome that can be reached between you and the other party. (Easier said than done, I know - more than you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could mean approaching them, and making sure they know how much you were hurt - without lecturing, but still firmly letting them know (and having them acknowledge) that what they did actually had an impact upon you. It could mean slowly letting go of a sour friendship and letting time and maturity take effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God shows us different ways to deal with each situation - there's no stock standard solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where to from here?&lt;br /&gt;Choose love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-1815868439880892827?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/1815868439880892827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=1815868439880892827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1815868439880892827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1815868439880892827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive.html' title='forgive'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-5423604784308318135</id><published>2010-02-28T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:46:39.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I can't connect during worship nowadays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll just miss this week's Bible study, it'll be on next week anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll do my quiet time tomorrow, I'm sort of tired now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's okay if I get there late, its only the worship songs at the start anyhow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll slip up now, and just ask for forgiveness later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is too painful, why God? Why are you doing this to me?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All symptoms of someone who potentially could be forgetting who God is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about when we start going, "Oh yeah, God is that great, awesome, mighty, powerful guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we need more of a, "God IS &lt;b&gt;GREAT. &lt;/b&gt;He's &lt;b&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, we often forget how deserving and worthy of our entire LIVES that He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sin, we forget who God is, we lose focus and we fail to realise that - although the sin may be 'small' - our lives should constantly be surrendered to our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, we chose ourselves, our desires, our reputation and the world - rather than Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often need a reality check, and reminders of who God is. That He is eternal, Counselor, my Hope, Jehova.. and that He's completely alive today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sin, and I'm condemned to death. Like, eternal death. How discouraging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is light at the end of the tunnel however. And through this light, is why we realise that God is so worthy of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story that everyone knows: Jesus Christ gave His LIFE. Like imagine dying, right now. Yep. No more university, or that career, or your girlfriend/boyfriend, or parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more thinking. No more emotions. No more fame or fortune. Just.. death. Goneskies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus faced that, and left this world, then came back. I can't imagine how terrified He was, giving himself over to the soldiers so easily, and then being hammered into the cross.&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, His trust was in someone so much greater than life on earth - and through His death, we have a way out of those sins that condemn us to eternal death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave His &lt;b&gt;LIFE &lt;/b&gt;to save ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, think about that - when you're torn between yourself and God.&lt;br /&gt;He's worth your time, your voice, your talent, your devotion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure He deserves everything we have - our LIVES :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-5423604784308318135?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5423604784308318135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5423604784308318135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5423604784308318135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5423604784308318135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-6431376752133997680</id><published>2010-01-22T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:32:49.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His loving kindness</title><content type='html'>So, despite falling into procrastination and complacency even though I've had new year's resolutions to get back on track (and I HAVE been sort of fulfilling it), God is still working and moving in my life, and I am so grateful for His grace and kindness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the year, bought the Bible study 'Jubilee' and haven't started it STILL - so a fail so far.&lt;br /&gt;Have been praying a little more, but I should be just giving time constantly to Him whenever I can - and quiet time each day would also aid in that - so a fail still.&lt;br /&gt;Been taking notes and absorbing the messages we've had at church - and they've been good! So success in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe asked me to come to 3C (Christian City Church) to this Jesus Culture conference. As I was free tonight, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then satan tried to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;1) I haven't been to a pumpy, shouty sort of church event in ages. Haven't been to Planetshakers or Hillsong style things in maybe 2 years. So this conference night rally was somewhat daunting - and I kind of had a bit of hesitance.&lt;br /&gt;2) I had work this morning, and was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;3) I had to 'take care' of SA guests&lt;br /&gt;4) I have work tomorrow at 8am&lt;br /&gt;5) My skin started peeling from the sunburn, and I felt socially awkward and don't like going out when I'm not as radiant as usual.&lt;br /&gt;6) Apart from Chloe and Sharon, didn't really know anyone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, naturally I sort of didn't want to go - but I made a commitment (thank God I did) and so begins this testimony of an awesome night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few weeks we've been playing futsal a lot - and that put a strain on my right leg, in some unstretchable "mysterious region" (groin/thigh area).&lt;br /&gt;So much to the point where after maybe 20/30 minutes of just walking around (at work or at a shopping centre) I would be in such pain that I'd be limping and need to take a break/sit down.&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain to you how ridiculous the pain was, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come tonight, during worship, prior to the message, one of the speakers talked about Elijah and how he was against the prophets of Baal in a challenge to prove the power of their god. (1 Kings 18:16)&lt;br /&gt;How Elijah absolutely SOAKED the altar in water, creating an impossible situation where God could tangibly prove His power and existence.&lt;br /&gt;How God responded with fire, engulfing the altar and the &lt;b&gt;Baal worshippers then realising the true God:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-9381" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;When all the people saw this, they fell prostrate and cried, "The LORD -he is God! The LORD -he is God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an idea (more like a nudge from heaven) sort of came to me (my leg was starting to play up from standing too long) - to just present my pain to God and although it might seem impossible, just give it to Him and let the problem be engulfed and transformed by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to sing whilst only standing on the pained leg, and even when others were sitting down during the worship and I was aching a little, I decided to keep standing - on two feet or just one.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like this was the equivalent of soaking my altar in a sense; like saying "God, I'm actually putting strain on my leg, and it wouldn't be likely for my leg to get better if there is stress on it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then by the end of the music session, no pain. There's a certain position that I can bend in which really hurts my leg, and that no longer hurt when I did it (it looks real awkward though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head though, I thought, "Maybe it'll come back tomorrow.. so I won't tell anyone about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is called UNBELIEF&amp;nbsp;(its not a cool thing by the way, that unbelief stuff..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need is FAITH, even if there is a sliver of doubt, continue putting the situation in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the speaker started talking about healing, and talking about all these crazy stories about people growing back small joints, overcoming asthma and dyslexia or rising up from wheelchairs - God is awesome, and does these things, no doubt - but I just felt like it was a distant story. Like, it sounds nice but, I have never had that impact before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy was like "Does anyone want to pray now?" - and started naming specific ailments - sports related injuries, asthma, joint related etc. And ALSO saying "How can you test it?" - so it was tangible that there was a change. And things happened, and people were coming up to the stage testifying about healings all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I eventually decided to tell Chloe that God had worked in my prior to the mesage, but I wasn't entirely sure - might wait it out. She kept on bugging me (God working through her) to go up and share with everyone, but I didn't feel it was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept bugging me.. and then I resigned and went up. And told a fairly good, confident testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall EXACTLY what Chloe said that convinced me, but it was something about how going up on stage and overcoming this fear/complacency, might speak not only to others, but to me as well - confirm and reaffirm my faith, and to help get rid of my unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encouraged people to get up and share, and not be scared or lazy, because its awesome and rewarding and, she was right, it did help me overcome my unbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats it - God healed me tonight and He's still speaking to me, even right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 1 Kings passage with Elijah, the people cried out and worshipped God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had soaked my altar, and given it to God. He had come down and healed me (equivalent of the fire) and the final bit was the people crying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised whilst writing this that the entire passage relates to my experience tonight! Because of my testimony, (glory to God :) people had slightly more confidence and trust and belief in God. It might have been the nudge for someone to go up on to stage and in turn encourage others through their own testament of healing. It might have even pushed someone to end up 'falling prostrate and crying out - The Lord; He is God!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely Him working, because it wasn't spurred by the healing message, and actually happened &lt;b&gt;prior to&lt;/b&gt; the message (which I had no clue was the topic of tonight), and its more confirmation that it wasn't just me convincing myself there was no pain, but it was actually the healing power of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for being so powerful, but also being so loving and kind&amp;nbsp;to bless me, and everyone else tonight with a glimpse of your healing capacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-6431376752133997680?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6431376752133997680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6431376752133997680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6431376752133997680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6431376752133997680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/01/his-loving-kindness.html' title='His loving kindness'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-6599329629028360044</id><published>2010-01-09T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T07:41:45.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallelujah" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Hallelujah"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hebrew_language" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Hebrew language"&gt;Hebrew&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;הַלְּלוּיָהּ,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standard_Hebrew" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Standard Hebrew"&gt;Standard&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Halleluya&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiberian_Hebrew" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Tiberian Hebrew"&gt;Tiberian&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Halləlûyāh&lt;/i&gt;) is a Hebrew word meaning "Praise&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yahweh" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Yahweh"&gt;Yahweh&lt;/a&gt;". It is an exclamation used chiefly in songs of praise or thanksgiving to God, and as an expression of gratitude or adoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thanks wikipedia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's it! whenever you sing or exclaim hallelujah, back in the times where that word came about, it was more than a word, but something from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a great word - sometimes we sing it to a nice tune but have no idea what it means - its a word that completely is about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise involves love, thanks, respect, fear, awe and bowing to Him. To me praising God openly is such a gift and blessing, and to be able to shout 'hallelujah' freely, anywhere, is something that many of us take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah that with this new year, I'm refocusing upon what I wanted to do when this blog started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popped down to Word today, and got the Hillsong 'Faith+Hope+Love' DVD/CD and am LOVING some of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also got a Bible study for the next 50 days called "Jubilee - A Season of Spiritual Revival" - I'm pretty sure its going to be incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/S0ijrBfn0zI/AAAAAAAAANU/XqYgBH8tZNU/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-10+at+02.38+%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/S0ijrBfn0zI/AAAAAAAAANU/XqYgBH8tZNU/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-10+at+02.38+%232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallelujah :)&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/5272448740721337921-6599329629028360044?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6599329629028360044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6599329629028360044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6599329629028360044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6599329629028360044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2010/01/hallelujah.html' title='hallelujah'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/S0ijrBfn0zI/AAAAAAAAANU/XqYgBH8tZNU/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-01-10+at+02.38+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-278734576818467151</id><published>2009-12-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:21:54.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>compromise</title><content type='html'>is our worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we initially aim high, to complete a project at a certain standard, an assignment, or to become better friends with someone or to help someone out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the going gets tough, often we take what we convince ourselves to be the 'realistic' approach, and accept the job, the effort and work, at &lt;i&gt;half rate&lt;/i&gt; rather than persevering and striving for the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compromise our goals, and what we initially had planned, dreamed and strived to achieve, for something far less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we think:&lt;br /&gt;"They won't die if I don't do it to that higher standard"&lt;br /&gt;"They weren't expecting it"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need it that much anyway"&lt;br /&gt;"I passed, thats all that matters - I don't need to go any higher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we this often even leads to us believing that people don't deserve, or did not expect anything more than we gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty common with God. Sometimes we'll think that one quiet time a week is what he expects or deserves.&lt;br /&gt;Or sometimes we'll say "Here God, $10 bucks is how much you deserve" (not directly saying that, but our actions sometimes ultimately actually spell exactly that)&lt;br /&gt;Or attend church once a week and make the call that its enough.&lt;br /&gt;Or "Hey God, I'm going to marry this person and then try and bring them to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have fallen into this trap of offering a compromise of different areas of our lives to God, we have forgotten two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) We've taken the situation into our own hands and decided that we know what He deserves, when He actually deserves our ALL.&lt;br /&gt;2) We've forgotten to begin each of our decisions with Him at the very foundation and base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray first!&lt;br /&gt;God, help me spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;God, show me how much I should give to you, so that I am humbled and you are magnified and pleased.&lt;br /&gt;God, allow me to give more than just my Sunday's to you.&lt;br /&gt;God, show me the best way to approach this relationship, that would please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, that despite &lt;i&gt;saying&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I Surrender All", to God, or asking Him to "Take All Of Me", I have so many areas that I haven't actually offered for the taking in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is simply this:&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to give my Sunday, 9.00am's to God - I've been doing it all my life.&lt;br /&gt;So in some sense, I give my time to God.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't spend enough time in the Word, or in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMPROMISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice in the back of my head says 'its okay, you've got lots of time to work on that'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to pray for my career, or education, or relationships, after I've made a decision based on my own feelings.&lt;br /&gt;So I do give my career and relationships to God in some sense.&lt;br /&gt;But in having made the first step, of selecting Commerce, or pursuing a girl, were they God driven and based on Biblical guidance?&lt;br /&gt;Kind of not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMPROMISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice in the back of my head says 'your education and career is all about what you enjoy. Girlfriends are about who you like, go for it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all based on the I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, we should &lt;b&gt;aim to PLEASE GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Consult Him about everything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait on Him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait on Him some more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confirm with Him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and Do what he wants you to do, to the fullest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've compromised what I thought would be enough for God, all over my life. Reading the Word and listening to others has helped me realised that a truly God centred life means EVERY aspect is worked to the highest point, and that we have to look at each situation and assess whether we've done what He's commanded to do in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-278734576818467151?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/278734576818467151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=278734576818467151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/278734576818467151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/278734576818467151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/12/compromise.html' title='compromise'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-1084991797642931458</id><published>2009-12-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:16:28.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We all fall short</title><content type='html'>When you are caught up in the hype of hearing God and having a revelation, it builds us up for (sometimes) a bigger fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, we just forget that we are human and we make mistakes and will always fall short of the glory of God. None of us are perfect, and none of us will ever reach a place of perfect spirituality and Christlikeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, it is no excuse, and when we do trip up and put God down a few notches and give Him a compromise of our lives, rather than the full thing, we need to recognise this and genuinely ask for His forgiveness, and that we be refined by this shortfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why we never surrender just once to God, but we constantly need to keep surrendering parts of our lives to Him, and constantly give more and more to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're self-centred, but that doesn't get us out of the fact that God deserves our all. When we do forget about our Creator and how much He deserves - and we realise that we get distracted - we've got to time, and time again come back to Him and ask for a more persevering, faithful spirit and attitude, constantly seeking self control and discipline, and revolving around an attitude to please Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if I failed you today, I pray that You'll forgive me, help me get up and move ahead, stronger and with a more determined and faithful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/Sxhwz5f2AYI/AAAAAAAAANM/vClVXRsxhYY/s1600-h/IMG_5582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/Sxhwz5f2AYI/AAAAAAAAANM/vClVXRsxhYY/s320/IMG_5582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty proud of this photo :D&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/5272448740721337921-1084991797642931458?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/1084991797642931458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=1084991797642931458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1084991797642931458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1084991797642931458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-all-fall-short.html' title='We all fall short'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/Sxhwz5f2AYI/AAAAAAAAANM/vClVXRsxhYY/s72-c/IMG_5582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-8118076289891159590</id><published>2009-11-29T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T05:53:00.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about spiritual highs.</title><content type='html'>Its quite scary, but we hardly realise the battle that is going on for each of our souls - between good and evil. To me, it honestly sounds so far-fetched and storybook-like that I don't really understand and can't properly comprehend the fact that we're smack in the middle of the biggest war since creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, just when we feel like we're moving in the right direction and have the upper-hand, we get bombarded by doubts, laziness, complacency and things that draw us away from putting our full trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, thats me - I'm so torn right now, between what God wants and what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after one night of just confirmation, confirmation, confirmation that God is working things in my life, straight after a spiritual high and feeling that I'm back on track, I'm struggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep my life in my own hands because I'm sure of my own power.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put it in God's hands because I'm not sure of His power, and I don't entirely have my faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to put my life in his hands because I feel insecure and I'm moving to the passenger seat and letting God take the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, its actually satan doing his thing - planting doubts, making me afraid of the future and making it seem that trusting myself is much easier, and that its not so bad if compromise what I give to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain how frustrating this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose when you're in this situation, you can only pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to place ourselves into His hands, despite how scary the future might be, and how things might not work out as we want them to, and how much hurt and pain could potentially be ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've got to look further, and realise that this is the way to be obedient and ultimately please God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, I'm asking you to take this situation into Your hands, take the person(s) involved, take my feelings and negative thoughts, my worries and uncertainties away and just simply take control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-8118076289891159590?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/8118076289891159590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=8118076289891159590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/8118076289891159590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/8118076289891159590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/11/thing-about-spiritual-highs.html' title='the thing about spiritual highs.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-17892802404379077</id><published>2009-11-27T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:42:48.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>First post since forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout and everything - because the past few weeks have been fairly up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who knows how long, I feel like I haven't been growing like I should be, with God. Like, there's the busy-ness of life, starting uni, finding new friends, the drama of feelings, assignments, exams, holidays - so much to the point that (although we mention it all the time), we forget about God and where His place should be in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been on track - and did not expect to be where I am right now, with this mindset and 'heartset', if it were not for God just having a hand in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that Julie's innocent 19th birthday, in which she asked Steph and I to chuck together some songs for a "Chill Night In with Julie", would lead to me placing a new emphasis on my faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that night at 1-something in the morning, after the songs and party were all over, that God would speak through Steph and give me the wake up call that I've been needing for a long time? Seriously, a godsend, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that the next day, that I would work out with one of my closest friends, a solution to a situation that we've had with one another for ages - a solution that was completely God centred and got rid of the frustrating dilemmas that were facing us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has showed me a glimpse of Himself just in 2 days, and I know I prayed for it in passing one night a few weeks ago. I was expectant then, but forgot over time, and only JUST realised that He answered my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's working ! Like right there, and calling it all coincidence would be plain ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going along keeping stuff under my own control and committing very little to Him. In particular, relationships, but overall.. everything. I haven't had a solid quiet time or prayer routine ...ever. Longest I've done a quiet time consistently was like 4 months max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get anything out of this post, it's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEY POINT: We need to surrender EVERYTHING to Him. Not some half-hearted, wishy-washy 'commitment' where we give a couple words to God, don't listen for an answer, and just follow our own human feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like being COMPLETELY obedient to God, two hands up, on our knees, giving up our LIVES for Him, like He gave his life to teach and help others, and ultimately save us from sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving every aspect, whether it be relationships, friendships, careers, education, money, time, our prayers, praises, dance, art - every single part of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where pleasing God is of top priority, and only thing that we want to do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this 'heart-set' (not just mindset) doesn't come overnight mind you.&lt;br /&gt;To get to that place of complete surrender is gonna take me a long time - I'm only getting back on track. That's why all I need is to have a kingdom perspective and a persevering heart - I'm going to get through this no matter what, by looking at life from above, rather than from down here, and placing my trust in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a choice, and I choose to believe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-17892802404379077?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/17892802404379077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=17892802404379077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/17892802404379077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/17892802404379077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-3122264098672432481</id><published>2009-05-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:20:15.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Love Lasts Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And forever I will sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord forever I will sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How you gave your life for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&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/5272448740721337921-3122264098672432481?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3122264098672432481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3122264098672432481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3122264098672432481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3122264098672432481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-love-lasts-forever.html' title='Where The Love Lasts Forever'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-6821372218496803826</id><published>2009-04-24T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:55:25.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday..</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've blogged (quite a cliche term when you think about it, eh?).&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I've been blogging on the First Year Uni of Melbourne website and just been busy with uni and really couldn't be bothered maintaining two blogs at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't really vent this anywhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just woke up and for some reason went to the Hillsong United &lt;a href="http://www.theiheartrevolution.com/#part1and2"&gt;I Heart Revolution website,&lt;/a&gt; which led me to the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theiheartrevolution"&gt;I Heart Revolution Myspace&lt;/a&gt;. Then I watched one of their songs done on the I Heart tour, 'Take It All'. It's here if you haven't seen it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHau779ASoU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHau779ASoU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I wanted to say was that hearing a song (and strange thing is I've listened to this and others like this many times) from thousands of people in a completely different language, moves me on an entirely new level. I believe music is so powerful, it has the power to cross political barriers, cultural barriers, language barriers and reveal a heart of worship and praise that is far bigger and more thriving than the belittled image in our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sometimes pray (rather habitually) about how 'We're worshipping with millions of other people all around the world', but for me, it takes this sort of thing to realise only a glimpse of how awesome it is to be worshipping with the global church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're feeling a little bit insignificant, stressed, broken, annoyed, disappointed here's a verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-9&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The God of All Comfort&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28788" class="versenum" value="3" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,&lt;sup id="en-NIV-28789" class="versenum" value="4" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28790" class="versenum" value="5" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28791" class="versenum" value="6" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in you patient endurance of the same sufferings we suffer. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-28792" class="versenum" value="7" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; line-height: normal; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;The story behind this verse is quite cool, and motivates me today. In a nutshell, I was going through probably the most emotional and dramatic time of my life (as of yet). To get away from the people and life in Melbourne, I went to Crossway's youth, Deeper (now Surge) camp. There was 5 days of getting away and meeting completely new people and just being able to relax. The final night (as in most cases) is usually the biggest and most pumped up. This camp was no different, but I wasn't as into the crying and insaneness as I would usually be. But during the worship, not a climatic bit but just a soft bit, in my head was the most vivid image. It was just a white background and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3&lt;/span&gt;. Clear as day and it wouldn't go away. (lyrical miracle) So later that night I checked it and it happened to be all about comfort - something that I was really searching for at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;And I can't deny that it was His doing, because I've never read that verse in my entire life. I wasn't looking to God for comfort at the time, I was looking to new friends and time away from my normal life for comfort. It brought me back to not what I needed, but Who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So yeah, thats it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh and if you don't mind, comment or tagboard something! Bloggers actually enjoy knowing that someone reads their ramble, no matter if its 2 years after writing their speel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/5272448740721337921-6821372218496803826?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6821372218496803826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6821372218496803826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6821372218496803826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6821372218496803826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/04/someday.html' title='Someday..'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-2752338124069458072</id><published>2009-02-09T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T07:00:51.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season Two Episode Eight</title><content type='html'>Of Friends...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great series! Finally got down to getting it off Jon and sitting down to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also been watching "Chuck" as well - pretty sweet series as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reminded (geekily enough) of how much technology must have advanced since well.. the start of Friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chandler starts off opening this block of a laptop and says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"12 megabytes of ram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;500 megabyte hard drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;built in spreadsheet capabilities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a modem that transmits at over 28,000 bps (bits per second = 3.4 kb/s)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Standard cheap computers these days dwarf that, heck this laptop has 2gb of ram (2000 megabytes), and a 120 gb hard drive (120,000 megabytes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, enough geek schpeel (is that how you spell it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes my holidays have also been full of Alex-y goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There, happy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Should have a great time tomorrow, more computer gazing, bumming and lazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lyrical miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Phenomenal abdominal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cracking rap King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay they're deteriorating in quality, I'll stop now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace on Earth and Good Will to All.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5272448740721337921-2752338124069458072?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2752338124069458072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2752338124069458072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2752338124069458072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2752338124069458072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/02/season-two-episode-eight.html' title='Season Two Episode Eight'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-5105488495616097494</id><published>2009-02-06T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:32:33.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7j8qWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8WL5DMhB04g/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7j8qWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8WL5DMhB04g/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299692149119015458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7RqQhUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KqtyU1Fe_SI/s1600-h/IMG_2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7RqQhUI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KqtyU1Fe_SI/s320/IMG_2006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299692144209986882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7bM61oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M1SDMh2nVoo/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7bM61oI/AAAAAAAAAMo/M1SDMh2nVoo/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299692146771285634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7dz9akI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C0Fh-Ziq2Js/s1600-h/IMG_1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7dz9akI/AAAAAAAAAMg/C0Fh-Ziq2Js/s320/IMG_1833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299692147471903298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what that title means.&lt;div&gt;LONG TIME NO SPEAK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I'd just share some photographic love, yet again, of recent happenings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I did get back from Singapore. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been having a ball in Melbourne (and going to Melbourne Uni, doing commerce! woot.)&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/5272448740721337921-5105488495616097494?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5105488495616097494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5105488495616097494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5105488495616097494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5105488495616097494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-times.html' title='Long times.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SYxJ7j8qWiI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8WL5DMhB04g/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-7191407673694938052</id><published>2009-01-01T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:41:57.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE. HELLO. FAREWELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt; 2008.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO &lt;/span&gt;2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAREWELL&lt;/span&gt; Australia, for I shall be leaving to Singapore in 8 or so hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; 3am in the morning and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; I do have to awaken at 7, but I've been uploading photos of recent shananigans regarding Jon's 18th + New Years at his place and, it has been a rather fun experience seeing how the night progressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the full albums do visit le facebook - here are some tasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqJEnrQvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HI9ksiOKX2c/s1600-h/IMG_9782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqJEnrQvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HI9ksiOKX2c/s320/IMG_9782.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357504205996786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqIvT96UI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3GThUCtI2mM/s1600-h/IMG_9865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqIvT96UI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3GThUCtI2mM/s320/IMG_9865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357498486188354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqItmFcOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mqo4N8ys4Po/s1600-h/IMG_9920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqItmFcOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mqo4N8ys4Po/s320/IMG_9920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357498025308386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a great Christmas and New Years! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 2009 rock extraordinarily obscene amounts so that you enjoy a radically revolutionary year of life that has many ups and downs, hopefully more ups, that will change and mature you and make you overall a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAREWELL! May possibly blog whilst overseas. Possibly. Not like anyone reads this anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*glares*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-spash&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/5272448740721337921-7191407673694938052?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/7191407673694938052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=7191407673694938052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7191407673694938052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7191407673694938052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-hello-farewell.html' title='GOODBYE. HELLO. FAREWELL.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVzqJEnrQvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/HI9ksiOKX2c/s72-c/IMG_9782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-3311496844083493853</id><published>2008-12-27T06:53:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T06:54:22.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost new years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVZBkxyfbMI/AAAAAAAAALw/d6ayLDlA_3Y/s1600-h/kris+kringle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVZBkxyfbMI/AAAAAAAAALw/d6ayLDlA_3Y/s320/kris+kringle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284483312862063810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost new years.&lt;div&gt;Just a little piccy i forgot to put up last time =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3311496844083493853?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3311496844083493853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3311496844083493853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3311496844083493853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3311496844083493853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-new-years.html' title='Almost new years!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVZBkxyfbMI/AAAAAAAAALw/d6ayLDlA_3Y/s72-c/kris+kringle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-6012364612819670539</id><published>2008-12-24T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:42:50.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; been a while since I've blogged! What has happened throughout December? Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM4NkWHe_I/AAAAAAAAALo/47DkEUwbXCQ/s1600-h/IMG_8948.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM4NkWHe_I/AAAAAAAAALo/47DkEUwbXCQ/s320/IMG_8948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283628593581620210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, surprised Michael for his 18th (super belated.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM4Nt9R18I/AAAAAAAAALg/EbJ3L_0sLO4/s1600-h/IMG_8960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM4Nt9R18I/AAAAAAAAALg/EbJ3L_0sLO4/s320/IMG_8960.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283628596161796034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pete survived 2 seconds of the beer bong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3mKxnmEI/AAAAAAAAALY/vQfITwaC5VY/s1600-h/IMG_9074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3mKxnmEI/AAAAAAAAALY/vQfITwaC5VY/s320/IMG_9074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627916702750786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Dessert Banquet - the most cake I've seen in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3l-6uTPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EgrGo2L3nIw/s1600-h/IMG_9090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3l-6uTPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/EgrGo2L3nIw/s320/IMG_9090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627913519713522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night, all set up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3llEvQUI/AAAAAAAAALI/J0mlpg_LOlI/s1600-h/IMG_9350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3llEvQUI/AAAAAAAAALI/J0mlpg_LOlI/s320/IMG_9350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627906582397250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slogging my ass off at this joint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3lcu77bI/AAAAAAAAALA/qbpIxewY52c/s1600-h/IMG_9405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3lcu77bI/AAAAAAAAALA/qbpIxewY52c/s320/IMG_9405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627904343469490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing and acting with friends and kiddies for the Banquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3lIz6lOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JO-LQ3pcH90/s1600-h/IMG_9441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM3lIz6lOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JO-LQ3pcH90/s320/IMG_9441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283627898995643618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Money makes the world go round" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So it's been an exciting month to say the least, on top of going out and meeting the friends - soaking up a little sun just today (realising the ghostliness of my complexion) ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With uni prefs locked in, Boxing Day shopping tomorrow, New Years at Jon's and Singapore just around the corner - this holidays has been the best of my life so far, and there's more to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5272448740721337921-6012364612819670539?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6012364612819670539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6012364612819670539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6012364612819670539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6012364612819670539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SVM4NkWHe_I/AAAAAAAAALo/47DkEUwbXCQ/s72-c/IMG_8948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-8122939279129257322</id><published>2008-12-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:43:12.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha-ch-ch-CHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am reminded of two things in the subsequent photo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) of the great beauty we can find in nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) of the quality that a point-and-shoot camera can give. I've been using my SLR so much, i've forgotten that you don't need always to twiddle with dials and modes to get a nice shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/STVV5WDT9xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Zn3DVXaKUR0/s1600-h/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/STVV5WDT9xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Zn3DVXaKUR0/s400/IMG_2476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275216982194779922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which kinda is speaking to me now. It was really easy to whip out my small camera, snap this and keep walking. Yet if I had my SLR, I would have had to stop, twiddle with this, take a shot, possibly twiddle again and possibly take another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the same with our lives - sometimes the simpler option is more rewarding than taking the bigger, bulkier, more impressive, more twiddly (thats my word for today) option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might twiddle around so much, that we'll miss an opportunity, or miss the whole point of something, or miss something important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes its best to just leave the complications, mess and baggage of life and just take things as they came, snap it, and keep walking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let it die, and get out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We don't see eye to eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or hear ear to ear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And see this for what it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That we're not in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The saddest part of a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isn't the ending so much as the start &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It was hard to tell just how I felt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To not recognize myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I started to fade away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And after all it won't take long to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now I know what I don't want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learned that with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let It Die - Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Charles Lim, you have done an incredible cover of this song. Well done to you and the band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;I cannot sleeeep so I am mucking around on Aftereffects CS4 (oh yes, yes it is CS4).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;BTW if anyone has 1.3gb spare download capacity I have a requestttt please do tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;BRUNCH AT MY HOUSE 16 or 17th OF DECEMBER .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Winners announced when i'm bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;High School Musical 3: Senior Year - is OUT on the 4rh!&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/5272448740721337921-8122939279129257322?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/8122939279129257322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=8122939279129257322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/8122939279129257322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/8122939279129257322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-die-and-get-out-of-my-mind-we.html' title='Cha-ch-ch-CHA'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/STVV5WDT9xI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Zn3DVXaKUR0/s72-c/IMG_2476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-1681089762918709209</id><published>2008-11-25T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:09:50.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TETRIS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SSxbH2gmssI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6-zuXYJZTDY/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SSxbH2gmssI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6-zuXYJZTDY/s400/life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272689454193488578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's wasting so much of it. Yet I can't stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm taking pleasure in making lines of colored blocks -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my life has sunk to a new low, with this new high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-1681089762918709209?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/1681089762918709209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=1681089762918709209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1681089762918709209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1681089762918709209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/tetris.html' title='TETRIS.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SSxbH2gmssI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6-zuXYJZTDY/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-4664738185002154888</id><published>2008-11-24T18:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:41:37.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="410" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.gprime.net/media/flv/flv.swf?gN=coolhammertricks&amp;amp;gX=640&amp;amp;gY=480&amp;amp;gL=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.gprime.net/media/flv/flv.swf?gN=coolhammertricks&amp;amp;gX=640&amp;amp;gY=480&amp;amp;gL=0" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="410" height="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what language he's speaking in, but basically he's saying:&lt;br /&gt;"I get paid to do this. I don't actually know how to build stuff."&lt;br /&gt;and you can hear the camera man go&lt;br /&gt;"Coool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-4664738185002154888?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/4664738185002154888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=4664738185002154888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4664738185002154888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4664738185002154888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-418593276059356959</id><published>2008-11-24T05:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:22:20.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiteroles .. they sh*t on sausage rolls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83ss7oNunwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83ss7oNunwo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-418593276059356959?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/418593276059356959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=418593276059356959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/418593276059356959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/418593276059356959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/profiteroles-they-sht-on-sausage-rolls.html' title='Profiteroles .. they sh*t on sausage rolls'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-7878613534464678930</id><published>2008-11-13T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:28:46.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPLETE!</title><content type='html'>I lied Kamal. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just returned from a city trek with Karvin, Cam, Furney, Taing, Mel, Wangy, Srinath and my BB4L Kamal. Ran into Munna,  Brenevan, Leo and Ronson from last year too! That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the CHEM EXAM. LAST EXAM EVER. And the feeling of finishing all my vce exams was.. bittersweet. More of the sweet ! Euphoric and surreal would explain the feeling of getting out of that hall and jumping into the longest (and hopefully most memorable) break of my lifetime so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yum Cha with an eclectic group: Kim, Michael, Rija, Kubra, Tina and Kelvin and.. Pat.&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason i was down 13 dollars after doing some sort of gathering of money for the lunch. HM. A precursor to the losses coming later in the night ? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamal I said i'd post all the shizzle up like what you said and what I said but I can't remember anything we talked about that I should post here. So i'm just gonna maunder on cuz only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; understand me. And my head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you (not Kamal, you) its 1:37am right now. I couldn't sleep last night - slept at 3 ish woke up at 5am and was up ever since. 5am til 1am the next day is uh 20 hours? BUT I did have mentally exhausting pain of a chemistry exam and painting the town a very slight shade of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the chem exam with 2 hours sleep under my belt - best way to go I reckon (not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well I need to put a photo to make this interesting - um here.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post something more meaningful and FUNNY next time - I'm half asleep right now but promised to write something or rather describing my day. I also lost money at Crown. *sigh* oh well. 3 weeks of work should be sufficient to build up about 800 bucks which is far more than what I've lost - nonetheless I've lost out on Crown quite horridly. Curse you casino, Curse you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get my phone to upload an interesting photo. But I'm real comfortable in bed. This post sounds so damn boring I'm rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRw9rJwYy2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XsaWOH48kY4/s1600-h/14-11-08_0044.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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRw9rJwYy2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XsaWOH48kY4/s400/14-11-08_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268153475679177570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASH &amp;amp; KAMAL LOST MONEY TONIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;says the foggy sign in the train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its true. it hurts. oh well. work should be able to reimburse me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;money is temporary. love is forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-7878613534464678930?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/7878613534464678930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=7878613534464678930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7878613534464678930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7878613534464678930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/complete.html' title='COMPLETE!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRw9rJwYy2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/XsaWOH48kY4/s72-c/14-11-08_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-298455949908822525</id><published>2008-11-11T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:51:20.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOB! ED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="500" height="410"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.gprime.net/media/flv/flv.swf?gN=bobed&amp;amp;gX=640&amp;amp;gY=480&amp;amp;gL=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.gprime.net/media/flv/flv.swf?gN=bobed&amp;amp;gX=640&amp;amp;gY=480&amp;amp;gL=0" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="500" height="410"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-298455949908822525?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/298455949908822525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=298455949908822525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/298455949908822525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/298455949908822525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/bob-ed.html' title='BOB! ED!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-9143830642504081365</id><published>2008-11-06T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:37:37.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>No more economics! EVER!&lt;div&gt;Apart from the fact that .. its a life subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere I look its economics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the news, in the newspapers, shops, cars, trucks .. ARGH GET AWAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-9143830642504081365?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/9143830642504081365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=9143830642504081365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/9143830642504081365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/9143830642504081365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-7534853170542621895</id><published>2008-11-05T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:37:04.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRFoIjvbnHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I6qKL_HPQMc/s1600-h/Barack_Obama_070112031201489_wideweb__300x375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRFoIjvbnHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I6qKL_HPQMc/s320/Barack_Obama_070112031201489_wideweb__300x375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265103935615245426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Barack Obama - only 53 years ago - hardly a lifetime - did Rosa Parks decline to give up her seat for a white passenger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 53 years ago, it would have been impossible for an African-American man to have even a decent job, or to be even considered as a decent human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, today marked an incredible milestone in history, and demonstrates the good that can emerge amidst the turmoil within the world today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-7534853170542621895?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/7534853170542621895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=7534853170542621895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7534853170542621895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7534853170542621895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='CHANGE.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SRFoIjvbnHI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/I6qKL_HPQMc/s72-c/Barack_Obama_070112031201489_wideweb__300x375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-4645381345685774604</id><published>2008-11-03T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:38:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble Ramble Ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have this chimney that leads to a 'coonara' - its a mini-fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(f-ing stupid,) Birds in the past week seem to find fun in climbing into the chimney, then becoming trapped and therefore ending up IN the coonara after causing a massive ruckus of scratching the insides of the (metal) chimney in countless futile attempts to escape the consequences of their own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a point to this story, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will be of great ENJOYMENT and involved INTERACTION with, YOU the reader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28DizV3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/TRA-BGH6V0I/s1600-h/IMG_8278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28DizV3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/TRA-BGH6V0I/s320/IMG_8278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264698001023260530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid bird enters through chimney. Which mind you is hard to get into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28Tx6GAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mz_wwe1qyPo/s1600-h/IMG_8282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28Tx6GAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Mz_wwe1qyPo/s320/IMG_8282.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264698005381584898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stupid bird falls down chimney..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28TPFRdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0bcnq9VsPuc/s1600-h/Photo+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28TPFRdI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0bcnq9VsPuc/s320/Photo+285.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264698005235516882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Into coonara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it. In 5 days, I've had to let out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT&lt;/span&gt; birds. Thats 1.6 birds per day. (Sorry, methods exam on Friday)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they're either laughing their asses off, or Wantirna's bird population are getting stupider by the minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so the plan was to get one bird out (they don't come at once, they come one by one.. almost like a tag team thing) and then light a small fire to smoke them and prevent any more from coming. I did that today after I let number 8 out. And the fuel? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my school work that I don't need anymore. Burning english and methods work (not notes, just useless exercise books).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cutting the crap, I found one of the many memories of methods class with Jon, Kamal, Lirim, Jay and Rahul - this one between (as usual) Kamal and Jon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a scribbling of some unknown rat looking thing with fire coming out of its eyeballs or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28mKsHSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XmD_qPFr3Ww/s1600-h/Photo+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28mKsHSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/XmD_qPFr3Ww/s320/Photo+284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264698010317364514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE INVOLVEMENT AND ENJOYMENT BEGINS HERE!&lt;div&gt;If (apart from Jon and Kamal if he reads this) anyone can guess the FOUR stages this drawing went through - you win a free breakfast this holidays. 100% free food. Thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story behind this drawing is, it started as "object 1" and then was changed into "object 2" and then more stuff added to make it "object 3" and finally the last image is what you kinda see there right now - "object 4" being a space rodent-y type thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So list 1, 2, 3 and 4 and if you get it right breakfast is yours. This is EVERYONE who gets it right gets breakfast, thats right. EVERYONE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hints:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) It's likely on every guy's books somewhere - if you go to a guys school. Possibly even on some girls' books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) They say if it was "object 2" vs. a sword, "object 2" would win. Mighty stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) 10.. 9.. 8..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) I'll accept rodent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also prizes for funny/interesting/close to answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK COMMENT TO ANSWER! OR post it on the tagboard if you don't have a google/blog account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE ENTRY ONLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This competition is probably gonna fail =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will run until 20th November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SPASH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-4645381345685774604?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/4645381345685774604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=4645381345685774604' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4645381345685774604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4645381345685774604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/11/ramble-ramble-ramble.html' title='Ramble Ramble Ramble'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQ_28DizV3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/TRA-BGH6V0I/s72-c/IMG_8278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-9034681157201253357</id><published>2008-10-30T23:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:58:47.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!</title><content type='html'>OH YEAH. NO MORE CITIZEN KANE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;I'll never have to analyse an article ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Unless I become an article analyst. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay Ash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-9034681157201253357?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/9034681157201253357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=9034681157201253357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/9034681157201253357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/9034681157201253357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay_9109.html' title='YAY!!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-5200891184434570665</id><published>2008-10-30T01:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:33:02.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwKtvv3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/23iBBj63aso/s1600-h/IMG_8248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwKtvv3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/23iBBj63aso/s320/IMG_8248.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262860968940003010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwK8NgE7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/GoL_RC-g2Ik/s1600-h/IMG_8250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwK8NgE7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/GoL_RC-g2Ik/s320/IMG_8250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262860972822893490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwK3CkG2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/aJhOUlFgN0Y/s1600-h/IMG_8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwK3CkG2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/aJhOUlFgN0Y/s320/IMG_8251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262860971434842978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry uh, Julie (the only one who read it when this post was empty).&lt;div&gt;I didn't have time to fill this post in until.. now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its in an  Apple box because this is the iPhoto Photobook that you can make yourself! Drag and drop and then send it into Apple they'll print it for you and  everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is my yearbook and it finally arrived today (Thursday) 9 business days after ordering it last Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect time to get people to sign it and write in it after tomorrow's English exam! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and underneath that cover (the one that says "when we were young 08" with the 4 photos.) is THIS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQl_GVLRpiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/B644ZfaHWbQ/s1600-h/IMG_8253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQl_GVLRpiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/B644ZfaHWbQ/s320/IMG_8253.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262877386299516450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a beautiful hardcover, black book and I can't wait to get people to write lasting words in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually kinda think of like 30 years time, when I can read it and go - "wow how we've changed" or "I haven't seen her/him in ages" and .. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting exciting!&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/5272448740721337921-5200891184434570665?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5200891184434570665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5200891184434570665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5200891184434570665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5200891184434570665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SQlwKtvv3sI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/23iBBj63aso/s72-c/IMG_8248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-3886462916666470932</id><published>2008-10-27T23:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T04:51:57.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Study.</title><content type='html'>So I made a bet with Radha that I could get more study done than her. (what was I thinking)&lt;div&gt;To kinda make it uh, countable? We set each other goals just out of our realistic expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hers was some massive load of summaries and essays and like 4 specialist exams and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine was to complete Checkpoints for Methods (350 questions) and Checkpoints for Chemistry and Neap for Chemistry and 2 English Essays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUGE EPIC FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already 5:30. I fell asleep at 4 something. And I've only completed 102 Methods Checkpoints. haven't started Chem at all. Although the bet ends at 12 midnight, I'm declaring a resignation already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mindset is that english exam &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; this Friday and I've got all of next week to study for Methods and Chemistry so it should be alright if I stop now and just do english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you win Radha, 5 bucks and slave for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres something to make this post a little interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 403px; height: 270px;" alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Kris/englishman.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3886462916666470932?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3886462916666470932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3886462916666470932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3886462916666470932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3886462916666470932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/study.html' title='Study.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-5434787652665067677</id><published>2008-10-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:09:10.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to Swallow.</title><content type='html'>Pretty unbelievable. &lt;div&gt;The ending of school still hasn't kicked in yet, but when it does I bet it'll suck pretty hardcore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graduation was a great formal occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valedictory has got to be the best night I've had so far, spending the night with the boys and .. yeah was just phenomenal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling is still kinda surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVWYyKtrBjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVWYyKtrBjQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-5434787652665067677?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5434787652665067677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5434787652665067677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5434787652665067677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5434787652665067677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/hard-to-swallow.html' title='Hard to Swallow.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-6950481756334325258</id><published>2008-10-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:44:28.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SP7LhPmy-CI/AAAAAAAAAII/9oXsRNrhVME/s1600-h/Photo+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SP7LhPmy-CI/AAAAAAAAAII/9oXsRNrhVME/s320/Photo+264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259865186800695330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the last day with the year 12 girls, and tomorrow is graduation.&lt;div&gt;I'm singing the graduation song for tomorrow, it's Coldplay - Fix You, but its an acoustic version with 2 acoustics and a piano. It should be good, the harmonies sound real good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just hoping I don't choke up (like a pansy) whilst singing it! Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOO SADDDD WAHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been taking pics. That one there is my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au Revoir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-6950481756334325258?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6950481756334325258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6950481756334325258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6950481756334325258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6950481756334325258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SP7LhPmy-CI/AAAAAAAAAII/9oXsRNrhVME/s72-c/Photo+264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-1886328147598724702</id><published>2008-10-16T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:06:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighteen.</title><content type='html'>Chanchal Panwar, I love you and happy 18th.&lt;div&gt;This month also had:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kamal turn 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicky turn 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tron turn old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Srinath turn 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will have Shivani turn 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrienne turn 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James turn older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Khanh turn 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-1886328147598724702?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/1886328147598724702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=1886328147598724702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1886328147598724702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/1886328147598724702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/eighteen.html' title='Eighteen.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-6249865528479503534</id><published>2008-10-16T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T03:49:58.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYajEMgMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ets2x6qpB40/s1600-h/overview-gallery1-20081014b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYajEMgMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ets2x6qpB40/s320/overview-gallery1-20081014b.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257697934346846402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYal2vI9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/6tv3GJPHJ3M/s1600-h/overview-gallery2-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYal2vI9I/AAAAAAAAAH4/6tv3GJPHJ3M/s320/overview-gallery2-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257697935095702482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYa1evGII/AAAAAAAAAIA/NHz8jTSKYH8/s1600-h/overview-gallery6-20081014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYa1evGII/AAAAAAAAAIA/NHz8jTSKYH8/s320/overview-gallery6-20081014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257697939290003586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you techie geeks - guys and girls, here's some Laptop Porn for you.&lt;div&gt;It's not fair. I want one. Macbook and Macbook Pro, stop getting better and better. It makes me feel more and more insignificant with my old generation baby. One year and they'll probably be touch screen. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, I have two days of school left, haven't done my iPhoto photobook thing and have to do so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Exam revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Graduation Song (originally called the valedictory song, until I was told its played at grad not vd. Why bother calling it a Valedictory song if its done at the graduation assembly? Urgh."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Valedictory Speech (I got valedictorian! woo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Suddenly I'm singing for a Music Performance 3/4 assessment song. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Revue Song with Sarah Paletua and the King Bees. That'll be kicks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Exam revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Monash Application. (omg thats quite desperate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Take more photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't believe school is almost over. It's been hitting me in bursts, but I don't want it to end. How depressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just go over there and grow my fringe, rock in a corner with black clothes and skinny jeans on and skateboard to the piercing shop, get a couple of lip rings and then skate over to the make-up store and stock up on my eyeliner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say bye. Kay bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-6249865528479503534?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6249865528479503534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6249865528479503534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6249865528479503534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6249865528479503534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s not fair.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPcYajEMgMI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ets2x6qpB40/s72-c/overview-gallery1-20081014b.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-2787696928641763966</id><published>2008-10-11T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:19:22.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Adventures with Spash.</title><content type='html'>My life just flashed before my eyes. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I decide to make chips for lovely lunch, as I have been these past few days. Using a pot of oil that I've maybe a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; overused, once more, I heat it up WAY TOO MUCH. Like I take off the lid and its SMOKING. But me, being a dumbhead, puts a chip in anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;BAD IDEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me remind you these Golden Crunch: Shoestring Fries are in the freezer and so gain a little frost i.e. water. Water + hot oil = explosion and death &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was ONE small fry and what happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA-PAH! PSH! OEINGWEOGI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDNcapQ0tqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDNcapQ0tqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jump back as oil splatters everywhere. Somehow NOT getting burnt at all. The fries are still in there cooking as I take in how close I was to burning my beautiful face or marring my already marred wrists or something. (Uh, yeah everyones been asking me "what happened to your wrist") :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG307KigI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CaHscC0nzAs/s320/Photo+296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130533775804930" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds funny, I got the fading scar from 'running to Maccas' - little excited, tripped over. No one saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new recent massive war scab is from running to Chemistry and missing a step and rolling with books in hand so nothing fell out, instead carpet grazing/burning my left wrist. Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I eventually regained composure and took out the fries (which had been in here all of 30 seconds) and they're blacker than Arun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG3z7gWkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oIQ1anQzh9E/s1600-h/aruns+backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG3z7gWkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/oIQ1anQzh9E/s320/aruns+backyard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130533508799042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats Arun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I wait a little for the smoking to subside, and when it's less, put one fry in again and this time is crackles a little. And in like 20 seconds its cooked. I think the oil is a little too hot still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MIND YOU, I have much fry making experience thanks to lovely Hungry Jacks, but a machine maintains the heat - not me. But pretty sure when it takes 2 minutes 30 for fries to cook at HJ's, that 20 seconds means the oil is way too hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or my fries are like.. nup can't think of a joke, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, long story short, eventually I was able to cook my fries, and the black stuff is pepper not burnt crap. And now I'm eating then with salt and vinegar, and just realised that I'm also oiling up my keyboard. Mmm. I'm lovin' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG3-oin1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CNwm4l0Zf4g/s320/Photo+295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130536382046034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG344M6sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M3AqFZdPZSo/s1600-h/12-10-08_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG344M6sI/AAAAAAAAAHY/M3AqFZdPZSo/s320/12-10-08_1557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130534837119682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya. Jokes. No really. Not. Ha. Not really HA. Work that out. Kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-2787696928641763966?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2787696928641763966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2787696928641763966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2787696928641763966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2787696928641763966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/cooking-adventures-with-spash.html' title='Cooking Adventures with Spash.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPGG307KigI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CaHscC0nzAs/s72-c/Photo+296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-204488149193147572</id><published>2008-10-11T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:22:16.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipinos.</title><content type='html'>The &lt;s&gt;Phillpines&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Philipines?&lt;/s&gt; Philippines. (Wow, bet that you didn't know how to spell Philippines either. One L and double P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home of talented talented talented people. Yeah, deserving of not one.. not two, but THREE 'talented's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"American-Filo" to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why THREE "talented"s ? &lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) DANCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino's know how to MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;The Philippine All-Stars have come placed in THE TOP THREE for the past 3 years at the WORLD Hip Hop Champs, taking Gold in 2008 and 2006. And in general, you see lots of slick moving Filo's on Youtube doing hiphop routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggkv_SyjcME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggkv_SyjcME&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;please watch that. omgosh the second section, they do this amazing transformers thing its... wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;If you haven't Youtube-d "Gabe Bondoc", "Passion", "RuSOUL", "AJ Rafael" or even "Cathy Nguyen" then do so, because the musical talent of this handful of filipino artists is so creative - in how they mix up songs that we know, create their own, and some of them even love God too which is an awesome bonus. And they're funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOPWopRQpJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOPWopRQpJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's sick, like cough cough, if you didn't catch it. But still, love the rendition of Pokemon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) LOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is kinda a dud third "talented" point, cuz this is totally irrelevant to talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, at least from my Youtube adventures, every filo guy is like buff. Like Passion and Gabe and AJ. Okay so I'm kinda having the narrowest scope of these uh 'pinay/pinoy's with my spectrum being limited to three youtube artists but who cares. PLUS I needed an excuse to post up photos of two incredible (at least I think so) looking Philippine/Dutch and Philippine/Chinese/French (omg) models - Leah Dizon and Misa Campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPCVistIxsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s1HiiN_2Azg/s1600-h/misa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPCVistIxsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s1HiiN_2Azg/s320/misa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255865188489938626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPCVihWe5OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/L5TjusToX5U/s1600-h/leah_dizon_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPCVihWe5OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/L5TjusToX5U/s320/leah_dizon_19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255865185442129122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marcus stop drooling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too Alex, although chances are you've discovered these girls before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you've seen them before and probably have a folder full of photos of them and they may have even starred on your background once. Meh x] . Sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KBYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I write this for writing's sake, in no way are people of specific races or cultures BETTER than you and me, you and I have talents too, and places we can excel at. It just so happens to be that the Filipino's are some sort of freaky next evolution at man that are talented at everything. Leah Dizon is a SINGER, ACTRESS and HOT. What is this?!?! A little like BoA or Hyori or something eh Jon? &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/5272448740721337921-204488149193147572?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/204488149193147572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=204488149193147572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/204488149193147572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/204488149193147572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/filipinos.html' title='Filipinos.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SPCVistIxsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/s1HiiN_2Azg/s72-c/misa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-6107635896527369444</id><published>2008-10-04T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:52:24.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't You Hate It When:</title><content type='html'>To you its 3:50 in the morning, but because of daylight savings you're getting an hour LESS sleep - so its actually 4:50am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally you have to wake up at 6:45 (something like 2 hours time) for early morning worship practice? So you're gonna be fine until after church where you go home, probably nap and screw up your sleeping pattern even more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than you have school the next day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And exams in 4 weeks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah hate those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, Singapore Day still rings in my memories. Do read the previous post and try to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WIN THE PRIZE of $10 VALUE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(read below to find out how!)&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/5272448740721337921-6107635896527369444?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/6107635896527369444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=6107635896527369444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6107635896527369444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/6107635896527369444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-you-hate-it-when.html' title='Don&apos;t You Hate It When:'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-3054670245161555741</id><published>2008-10-04T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:07:13.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I s2 SG.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What type of freaky country devotes a day to give all of their people (whose roots lay in the country) free food and merchandise to subtly attempt to coax them all back to their homeland? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SINGAPORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdTPuRCzNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1QxFWjMJ2nQ/s320/logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253259019933633746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're probably lol-ing your ass off right now, (point proven complements of julie chen)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdrVsOxw7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zy150fPHQW0/s1600-h/point+proven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdrVsOxw7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zy150fPHQW0/s320/point+proven.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253285510745539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but here's the thing. we all got so much free stuff we're allll overflowing. T-shirts, 'grooooovy' hats (as pictured with Le Pretzel) and so much more. A shirt that subliminally tries to get you back to Singapore .. "MY HEART LIES ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVEN KM ABOVE THE EQUATOR ON A LITTLE DOT"  in bright colourful writing! AHH ! How could you NOT want to go back to Singapore permanently? I think I'll go back in January. Good job Singapore Day, you have convinced me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day in snapshots, and a video. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce19MGJkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9BWysPTwGA8/s1600-h/Photo+296.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce19MGJkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9BWysPTwGA8/s320/Photo+296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201402658170434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOO DAMN EARLY GO AWAY.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BCVgoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MgtVcagSpOw/s1600-h/IMG_2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BCVgoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MgtVcagSpOw/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201403690975874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BUtAhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sBAn8K-3XaE/s1600-h/IMG_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BUtAhI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sBAn8K-3XaE/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201403768013330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BZtcNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jw6Ma9RT3bc/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2BZtcNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jw6Ma9RT3bc/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201403789013202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Power to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2dzaD1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ath5RXarhBM/s1600-h/IMG_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOce2dzaD1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ath5RXarhBM/s320/IMG_2441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253201411412987730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  SHOTGUN SATAY AND CHAR KUAY TEOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdSTLeEiaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZKGQtklm9C0/s1600-h/04-10-08_1701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdSTLeEiaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ZKGQtklm9C0/s320/04-10-08_1701.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253257979800881570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My stylo-milo dog wearing the ultra cool funky fresh hat. Ell oh ell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdRt2_MiPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LiyiuJ9EGic/s320/04-10-08_1707.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253257338647513330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvLd8rQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tYkp0lDnXbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvLd8rQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tYkp0lDnXbQ/s320/IMG_2451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202385743686914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sidney Myer Music Bowl. Packed full of Singaporeans (and a few Malaysian scabbers. Its alright we forgive you, we know you can't afford food back on your piece of land. We're Singaporean so we'll tolerate you - scum.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND the snap of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvIZMyTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1gqhbSYj_KY/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvIZMyTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/1gqhbSYj_KY/s320/IMG_2470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202384918464818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! Nah, so crude ! Tsk! *slaps hand*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one shall be snappy of the day cuz VH rocks! And we have the same shirt. Aw yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvWrP5UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ugjgHL0PENc/s1600-h/IMG_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvWrP5UI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ugjgHL0PENc/s320/IMG_2475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202388752262466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdRtwicoDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lkKMGatUvWU/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdRtwicoDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lkKMGatUvWU/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253257336916320306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvvzgjbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oeXJr-GKIH0/s1600-h/IMG_2478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOcfvvzgjbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oeXJr-GKIH0/s320/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253202395497794994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact what is quite funny is that .. my mother 'accidentally' took lots and lots of shirts. Even though its one per person. All in the spirit of being an asian conservatism-orientated, scabby Singaporean. Hope the Singapore government doesn't read this and hunt us down. Although having said that, at least we're not scabbing our way into an event celebrating our next door neighbour's country.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna see me at Malaysia Day, hell no. That's if they can get enough money to run it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybeee they should just scab all the food for Singapore day and reuse it for Malaysia day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good ol' cross-Singapore-out-with-a-marker-pen-and-write-Malaysia-over-it trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she took seven shirts in total. Aggregate shirt count 9. *slaps* Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was seriously an unbelieveably spashtastical day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe because I've been isolated all holidays from people in general (only times I really went out were to study or TSFX lectures or Jack's tutoring.) and have been just craving to get out of my cage to socialise for ONCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see the scratch marks all over the house, of my pain and suffering in wanting to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall leave you with this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Udh68YedXd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Udh68YedXd8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPELLING ERROR IS IN THIS VIDEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I fully did what I always look down on people who do what I did... on youtube (figure that out). Like when they speel something wrong really stupidly I think to myself what a moron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also realised I was quite rude to dad - "look how they make it (roti)" and I reply "I don't really..care I just wanna eat it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Well here's TODAY's BLOGGING GAME! try and find where I spelled something wrong. The first three winning entries on the tagboard get a SINGAPORE BADGE AND THE FIRST GETS ALSO 10 DOLLARS! NO JOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*To clarify, for the um, slower people *cough alex*, I mean find the spelling error IN THE VIDEO. The aforementioned speeling error in the VIDEO, not my post =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pays to read the entire massive post huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;valerie hoe valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe  valerie hoe    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-3054670245161555741?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/3054670245161555741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=3054670245161555741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3054670245161555741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/3054670245161555741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-s2-sg.html' title='I s2 SG.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOdTPuRCzNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1QxFWjMJ2nQ/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-4557049716653872578</id><published>2008-10-01T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:40:10.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOOnmaskQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aiP41ZHmIR0/s1600-h/realising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOOnmaskQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aiP41ZHmIR0/s320/realising.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252225868887244802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the latest Heroes. Quite cool, Sylar is working with the Company and future Peter has a 'put in body' ability, and at the end, Parkman has some sort of amazing .. white eyed experience that some of the characters get when their ability starts a-rockin'. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO yeah. I just had my own Heroes-style, 'awakening'!  My epiphany if you like: Like omgzors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, its 2 something world. My glasses broke at work the other day so I've been wearing contacts all day. They're drying up like mad. Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Managed to take a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photo of myself&lt;/span&gt; whilst I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; discovered&lt;/span&gt; my ability. You moron Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats what early morning boredom does to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spasherific! Thanks for reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-4557049716653872578?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/4557049716653872578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=4557049716653872578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4557049716653872578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/4557049716653872578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/10/awakening.html' title='Awakening.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOOnmaskQAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aiP41ZHmIR0/s72-c/realising.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-2317769159212971421</id><published>2008-09-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:24:27.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it! For now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOHS0JdJkeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxsONdnK5Gc/s1600-h/30-09-08_1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOHS0JdJkeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxsONdnK5Gc/s400/30-09-08_1715.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251710433823920610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YEAH. &lt;div&gt;I MADE IT. With roughly 5 hours sleep under my belt, I managed to wake up at 7!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I was able to finish off my Certificate II in Retail thingymabobby. Some partnership HJ's has with William and Angliss (world reknowned hospitality company thing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I've been on it for about 9 months and you have to read material and answer it on these bright orange sheets. Sounds easy, but the questions are TEDIOUS. Takes a long time to do and its just basic comprehension really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So get through two huge binders of questions on everything from hygiene to displaying food to interacting with customers, and you're FINISHED and you get the certificate. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO that's done and dusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TODAY I:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked for 6 hours and then I'M HOME! Now I'm attempting to do an English language analysis in time for 6pm English Tuition. Thats in 40 minutes and I'm only halfway through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND Lucille (le tutor) said there's something in the article that every kid misses. And she expects me to not miss it. And I'm stressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT, is Pretzel, mah dawg, with my HJ's hat that I'm not gonna wear for like, another MONTH. JOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spashsational! &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/5272448740721337921-2317769159212971421?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2317769159212971421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2317769159212971421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2317769159212971421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2317769159212971421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-made-it-for-now.html' title='I made it! For now.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SOHS0JdJkeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QxsONdnK5Gc/s72-c/30-09-08_1715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-5376020845342835037</id><published>2008-09-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:38:55.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts at 1:10am. (I lie, its 1:33 now)</title><content type='html'>Like the new header? Looks like it took 3 seconds to do.. &lt;div&gt;Well ... IT DID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by the new awesome season of Heroes, thank goodness the stupid American writers strike is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also made a Gossip Girl inspired one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note the word, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SODzeiuVkbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ojb5IGhpgl0/s400/gossipgirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251464871556780466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That took LESS time than the Heroes one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ONE second! Wowza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, in all seriousness it looks nothing like it. That's because the real font for that Gossip Girl there is 'Helvetica 33 Thin Extended'. Like you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically you have to pay 30 bucks for it. For a freaking font? Get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I set my alarm to 7:30 am - in 6 hours, and put it all the way next to the computer over there *points*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That means I have to get up from my bed to turn it off. Or wait it off. Hopefully I'll get up and turn it off so it means I'm up (and I don't fall asleep again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I've had this habit of thinking, "Okay, tomorrow, your alarm is set for 8:30 you can nap til 9:00 but must start work then." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and somehow I manage to keep snoozing the thing until 10:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I bet this scheme of putting the alarm over there won't work either. Who knows? We'll see in 6 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have work at 9:00 - 3:30 today as well, this is gonna shape up to be a very interesting day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yours Randomly, and Spashly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and I'll never blog about you ever. I'm not even gonna mention your name, just hope you read this and realise I'm talking to you, shorty. *snap* =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-5376020845342835037?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/5376020845342835037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=5376020845342835037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5376020845342835037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/5376020845342835037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-at-110am.html' title='Thoughts at 1:10am. (I lie, its 1:33 now)'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SODzeiuVkbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Ojb5IGhpgl0/s72-c/gossipgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5272448740721337921.post-7867100729826303477</id><published>2008-09-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:30:05.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On hold.</title><content type='html'>Okay, 'the movement' is on hold.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just blog about me for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTwToHsHnng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RTwToHsHnng&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHH, BUT I will make sure to one day start this movement thing. For now, we revert back to the blog of SPASH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spashtastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5272448740721337921-7867100729826303477?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/7867100729826303477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=7867100729826303477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7867100729826303477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/7867100729826303477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-hold.html' title='On hold.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5272448740721337921.post-2299994052557309313</id><published>2008-09-24T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:45:51.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movement.</title><content type='html'>I don't know exactly what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is going to turn out to be, but I'm furtively excited!&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it'll be a fresh, bold and different approach - as opposed to talking about myself all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procrastination and the looming examinations do pose a problem, however.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, it's a beautiful day! (DAA, DDA, DAA DAAA) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited to take photos this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SNsgisPuwpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5rWhvXKAhXE/s200/IMG_7437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249825570995225234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT sir, is the blue sky. Its THAT blue. Wowsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LISTEN TO: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;COLBIE CALLAT - REALIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BUY: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THE NEW HILLSONG UNITED DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"HOW CAN ONE SAY THEY LOVE WHEN THEY DO NOT SHOW IT? A CHURCH IS FOUNDED ON LOVE, IF THEY DO NOT FACE THE INJUSTICE IN THE WORLD, IF THEY DO NOT LOVE THROUGH ACTIONS, HOW CAN THEY CALL THEMSELVES A CHURCH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE BY LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE THROUGH ACTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;(I SOUND LIKE A HIPPIE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5272448740721337921-2299994052557309313?l=spash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/feeds/2299994052557309313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5272448740721337921&amp;postID=2299994052557309313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2299994052557309313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5272448740721337921/posts/default/2299994052557309313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spash.blogspot.com/2008/09/movement.html' title='The Movement.'/><author><name>ASH CHAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725884080755950140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Tegn4YLz9EA/SNsgisPuwpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5rWhvXKAhXE/s72-c/IMG_7437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
