<?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-5004407428767573881</id><updated>2011-10-29T12:13:19.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Glorious Day :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>285</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1348045681833824476</id><published>2011-10-29T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:13:19.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hello, forgot to mention that McDonald's over-charged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; expectedly, they have given me a free meal offer for that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that it's worth mentioning since it's absolutely r.a.r.e that that would happen... anyway, thank you McDonald's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1348045681833824476?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1348045681833824476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1348045681833824476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-hello-forgot-to-mention-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5448672789030462622</id><published>2011-10-29T11:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T12:06:44.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got the job, got the job : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to move on to the next level of new discoveries and opportunities and friendships. I think it's achievable.&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the challenges that I'm more or less prepared to face, let's just say bring it on? I mean this could be it. This could be the stepping stone of what lies ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little stressful to think so much about it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done. Wanted to write more but decided that I can't commit to those words yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5448672789030462622?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5448672789030462622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5448672789030462622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/10/got-job-got-job-looking-forward-to-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3956449616538727256</id><published>2011-09-28T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:17:45.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I have been very contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3956449616538727256?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3956449616538727256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3956449616538727256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-guess-i-have-been-very-contented.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4589502996287904772</id><published>2011-09-11T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:36:38.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that Youth For Causes is over... I am relieved, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;It was a meaningful social enterprise experience. &amp;amp; the awesome part about it was working with good friends of mine :)&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the exhausting moments, it was nonetheless gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have this very strange feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;What am I to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to understand. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, only believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4589502996287904772?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4589502996287904772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4589502996287904772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-that-yfc-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8025233486744638790</id><published>2011-08-25T23:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:24:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humble Happiness</title><content type='html'>Heading the Family Day Carnival this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;A social enterprise project. Citi-YMCA Youth For Causes 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Very very experiential!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving tuition to little kids. Not so little. Average?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Primary.&lt;br /&gt;A total of 9 different kids of different ages from different walks of life and with different English grades. Realised how much effort I had to put in for the past 4 months and thinking if I did helped them improve in any way. I hope so... At least I am a teacher who gives them sweets!&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if I were to just concentrate on the positive and not on the pain aching madness back, I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mom says chicken did this to me.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken meat.&lt;br /&gt;Me, chicken lover.&lt;br /&gt;So she says I eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;So right now I will control my diet. I became officially fruity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lunch today consisted of 1 banana, 1 piece of papaya, 2 pieces of honeydew, 3 pieces of guava. Ha. Wondering if I could survive on these f.o.r.e.v.e.r.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;have to. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cheer up friends! Someday you will know, and I mean really know, that you don't have to get things you want to be happy. &lt;strong&gt;You are blessed to be a blessing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8025233486744638790?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8025233486744638790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8025233486744638790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/humble-happiness.html' title='Humble Happiness'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2311631217970086440</id><published>2011-08-07T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:05:16.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so my sister's 21st is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;... in a super flash of 7 days 58mins as of NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for her... and I have something (good) rolling up my sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2311631217970086440?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2311631217970086440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2311631217970086440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/ok-so-my-sisters-21st-is-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5611819836308464039</id><published>2011-08-02T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T20:14:38.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This is what the Lord says,: 'Your wound is incurable, your injury is beyond healing. There is no one to plead your cause, no remedy for your sore, no healing for you. All your allies have forgotten you; they care nothing for you. ... But I will restore you to health and heal your wounds..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Jeremiah 30:12-14, 17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5611819836308464039?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5611819836308464039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5611819836308464039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-what-lord-says-your-wound-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5864552728728318788</id><published>2011-04-26T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:05:52.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acupuncture is just horrible. The most painful experience I have ever gone through in my life... and hopefully the most gainful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my family alot. They have been there, and always there. Even as I reflect on the past and things that I have came to realise along the way, I really have good friends, good buddies, good pals. And I don't ever want to let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, He made me to be a chance-taker and also a chance-giver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5864552728728318788?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5864552728728318788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5864552728728318788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/acupuncture-is-just-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-676836478774851544</id><published>2011-04-13T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:24:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a blessing.</title><content type='html'>Things haven't been all good, but I still thank God for His grace through it all. If you want to have an abundance of grace, you have to go through an abundance of trials. That's what I was taught.&lt;br /&gt;For when I am weak, His grace is made perfectly strong.&lt;br /&gt;Even when it is an expectation turned into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;, I think it is really all part and parcel of life to receive things we don't want. Not that we don't want it, we think we don't deserve it. But it is not like we deserve all the blessings in the world either. We ought to be so much less self-centred.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is ultimately still about making good choices. Choosing LOVE. Love produces passion. And it is the passion that brings forth motivation. And then comes action. Everyone is talking about LOVE. It doesn't go out of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that I'm putting good thoughts in my mind, sending good thoughts to people I love and doing those good thoughts for real. We are called to be a blessing, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-676836478774851544?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/676836478774851544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/676836478774851544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-are-blessing.html' title='You are a blessing.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-607621843284611767</id><published>2011-04-02T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:25:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God never wastes our pain.</title><content type='html'>Things had been pretty hectic...and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is rewarding. It is, when you take heart in it. Teaching is tough. Yes it is, when your students are not up to your own expectations. Teaching is meaningful. It is, when you inspire and influence. Teaching is tiring. Yes it is, when your students don't want to learn. Teaching is what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The greatest expression of humility is servanthood."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love serving the community. I love helping the needy. I love doing my part. I love Youth For Causes, a social entrepreneurship project I am working on with my team to raise funds. It is a big thing. And more so, it requires a big heart to achieve its purpose and objectives. I hope we are ready to do this TGT (that's our team name by the way)! Nice pun isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for being there every step of the way. It's been a rocky journey... At the end of the day, it is still about holding on. Faithfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-607621843284611767?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/607621843284611767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/607621843284611767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-never-wastes-our-pain.html' title='God never wastes our pain.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5813605693920399637</id><published>2011-03-20T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:27:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be bitter, be better!</title><content type='html'>I am so thrilled, so thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you do your best, there is just so much to look forward to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5813605693920399637?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5813605693920399637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5813605693920399637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-be-bitter-be-better.html' title='Don&apos;t be bitter, be better!'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7539829820423011978</id><published>2011-03-18T12:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T12:40:14.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 3:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and truth.&lt;/strong&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/5004407428767573881-7539829820423011978?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7539829820423011978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7539829820423011978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-john-318-dear-children-let-us-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2220962818099995669</id><published>2011-03-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:43:51.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do your words mean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nQY4dIxY1H4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2220962818099995669?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2220962818099995669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2220962818099995669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-do-your-words-mean.html' title='What do your words mean...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nQY4dIxY1H4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7939643251714917375</id><published>2011-02-21T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:09:32.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"If I glorify myself, my glory means nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to get busy from now on. I am about to accelerate. Not in a hurry, just in a motivation to get real and get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggling with work, social entrepreneurship project, community service and other commitments isn't going to be easy. At all. But I will move on with faith.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends are still my priority.&lt;br /&gt;I am people-oriented, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for His glory,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7939643251714917375?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7939643251714917375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7939643251714917375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-glorify-myself-my-glory-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3855326347514666324</id><published>2011-02-21T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:52:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just flew back to Singapore from Penang and I am highly curious why I even have the energy to type...now. Nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a four day trip was fairly enjoyable! The food, the culture and the accommodation. Very nice, very nice. Just the weather perhaps, is a little difficult for us to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I should come up with a list of food I tasted in Penang, a city frequently praised for its delicious delicacies. I pretty much tried all the local famous dishes that are a MUST TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang Laksa&lt;br /&gt;Asam Laksa&lt;br /&gt;Char Kuay Teow&lt;br /&gt;Nasi Bryani Ayam&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ton Mee&lt;br /&gt;Satay&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Fish&lt;br /&gt;Chendol&lt;br /&gt;Ice Ai Yu&lt;br /&gt;Fried Pancake&lt;br /&gt;Chee Cheong Fan&lt;br /&gt;Curry Mee&lt;br /&gt;Rojak&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special? Well, common names but different tastes.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't, visit Penang one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3855326347514666324?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3855326347514666324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3855326347514666324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-flew-back-to-singapore-from-penang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3144308480554016610</id><published>2011-02-16T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:22:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping a right attitude and a straight posture. That's the way.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if what I am doing with my life now is good. Or not so good.&lt;br /&gt;My friends think it is cool to have a life like mine. To get to somewhat live purposefully and meaningfully.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my parents think I'm spending too much time with the hell lot of activities that I have. Things that are not just what is written in my schedular but what is always spontaneously sprung forth.&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy them. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I try to make it a habit to strike a healthy balance between the core few that matter most to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to earn money soon again. With the multiplying goals that I have, I need the finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool friends. You will get into serious mess sometimes. Falling into a mud hole or getting caught in the rain. But your best friends will tell you when your face is dirty and they will gladly share with you their brolly. No need to get so tensed up. You are already blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3144308480554016610?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3144308480554016610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3144308480554016610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/keeping-right-attitude-and-straight.html' title='Keeping a right attitude and a straight posture. That&apos;s the way.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1900677140219337824</id><published>2011-02-08T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:30:09.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like that beautiful smile of yours</title><content type='html'>Besides the usual "LOL"s that I receive on chats, text messages and notes, and because I find "Hahaha"s more effective, I prefer to change "LOL" to &lt;strong&gt;Live Out Loud&lt;/strong&gt;. I think it will remind us somehow or rather, the trend we are setting for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I appreciate my friends who are always laughing and filled with such sheer joy! Thank you for being so expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL,&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1900677140219337824?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1900677140219337824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1900677140219337824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-like-that-beautiful-smile-of-yours.html' title='I like that beautiful smile of yours'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2075126208339568455</id><published>2011-02-02T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:53:38.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting is doing something. Or so it seems.</title><content type='html'>Ok, but when you are doing so many things, REST is important too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really understand now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2075126208339568455?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2075126208339568455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2075126208339568455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-but-when-you-are-doing-so-many.html' title='Resting is doing something. Or so it seems.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-521401896116751778</id><published>2011-01-28T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:15:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is good to have a schedule. It means I am doing something. I am alive.</title><content type='html'>It's been some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am exhilarated to share how good life is! And how good God has been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really no other way to express how encouraged I feel after a terrible setback. Always remembered how resilience works. And how I have got to make myself work after a downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to be doing nothing. Let's get kicking, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-521401896116751778?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/521401896116751778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/521401896116751778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-is-good-to-have-schedule-it-means-i.html' title='It is good to have a schedule. It means I am doing something. I am alive.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8679645095314366009</id><published>2011-01-18T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:23:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be a miracle if it comes true...CERTAINLY ABSOLUTE.</title><content type='html'>I am having such a strong and amazing vision to enter School of Theology this year! I got to, I just got to!&lt;br /&gt;I can totally imagine all the wonderful things I am going to learn and all the unbelievable impartations I am going to receive! COUNTLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope Mom and Dad would see how important it is to me and understand that it will surely be a purposeful six month journey for me. I am going to fully pay for my school fees and that means I have to work to earn the money. Fortunately, they allow monthy instalments of $300. I am going to work things out and get through my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it. It is a NOW, no more a NEXT YEAR. Got to keep believing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8679645095314366009?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8679645095314366009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8679645095314366009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-will-be-miracle-if-it-comes.html' title='It will be a miracle if it comes true...CERTAINLY ABSOLUTE.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-932314764113288701</id><published>2011-01-09T13:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:47:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In random order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I am grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good bed&lt;br /&gt;reliability&lt;br /&gt;notebooks&lt;br /&gt;earphones&lt;br /&gt;tribulations&lt;br /&gt;umbrella&lt;br /&gt;candies and glucose&lt;br /&gt;a good watch&lt;br /&gt;socks without holes&lt;br /&gt;social hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spinelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trustworthiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concepts and equations&lt;br /&gt;church&lt;br /&gt;a clean home&lt;br /&gt;twitter&lt;br /&gt;generosity&lt;br /&gt;accountability&lt;br /&gt;consistency&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;rules and regulations&lt;br /&gt;music downloads&lt;br /&gt;chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;GRACE &amp;amp; MERCY&lt;br /&gt;things to do list&lt;br /&gt;bananas&lt;br /&gt;mailbox&lt;br /&gt;true friends&lt;br /&gt;family&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-932314764113288701?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/932314764113288701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/932314764113288701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-random-order.html' title='In random order'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2993435031941315188</id><published>2010-12-30T18:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:53:39.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Butter</title><content type='html'>It always makes me feel older or a sign of aging when I am out working, earning my own pocket money to settle my expenses and ensuring that my parents worry less as I become more independent. I am growing up, and technically, older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am a working adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although childhood does not seem too far fetched from my memory, I don't really see myself as a kid anymore. Actually not at all. I am making my own decisions, occasionally seeking my parents' advice and maybe certain parental permissions.&lt;br /&gt;I know I got to be independent and live my own life. I am also getting more used to taking care of family's affairs, taking care of Mom and Dad and my sister's welfare as best as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;As far as I am concerned, my grandparents are my focus points as well, occasionally running errands and helping out not out of duty, but of love.&lt;br /&gt;I love my family very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, besides enjoying the freedom I have for this long break, I should make myself more useful by having some work experience outside - you know, the world outside my comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2993435031941315188?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2993435031941315188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2993435031941315188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/bread-and-butter.html' title='Bread and Butter'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1545002364856705795</id><published>2010-12-28T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:34:33.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for being courageous!</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks of December were filled up, packed with activities and so many things happened that I cannot really pen every single one of them down. There was so much fun, so much laughter and that already pretty much worn us out. But, we were all generally happy people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is still my priority to stay happy even when adversity creeps in. I have been so very humbled to be able to share my testimonies with people around me and to those I love very much. And I just am so thankful to be called a strong fighter and without any doubt, everybody is a fighter and I thank you for fighting with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to share about the happenings and events in December but I think it is going to take too long to write everything down. Besides, some wonderful memories are better left for me alone to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very close friend of mine told me that while she was in China, everyday was not snowing except for one day and that is my birthday. And I really felt that this was very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really amazing friends who have been so dear and truly, the kind of relationships I always yearn to forge are that of friends being like my family. To those who know me regardless of how long we were friends, I really really care for you and I appreciate some of your occasional kind words of concern. They mean alot to me and more so, you mean alot to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone who loves you will tell you the truth but will not bring you down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's something I thought about recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so maybe things have not been very good, you aren't very happy with your current life, but making wise choices and having a great attitude to do something about it will somehow or rather, allow things to get better. Just got to keep believing and doing what is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not be given to handle tough times if you didn't have the capacity to carry them in the first place. Everything happens for a purpose that are meant to rise you up and stretch your tenacity. Always believed in this. I hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1545002364856705795?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1545002364856705795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1545002364856705795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-for-being-courageous.html' title='Thank you for being courageous!'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7501038825340761736</id><published>2010-12-09T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:30:03.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TQDm9HtcF2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/jS3yPRLGBjc/s1600/prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548688678636492642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TQDm9HtcF2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/jS3yPRLGBjc/s400/prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A happy class. That's 09S15.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7501038825340761736?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7501038825340761736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7501038825340761736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TQDm9HtcF2I/AAAAAAAAA0I/jS3yPRLGBjc/s72-c/prom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7830406447254701347</id><published>2010-11-30T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T23:20:06.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give thanks for and in all things</title><content type='html'>The major examinations are officially over and through this period, I would really want to give thanks to God for his grace and peace, my family for their unwavering faith in me and my ever so supportive friends!&lt;br /&gt;To all those great fellow warriors, you have done it. You got through. You emerged!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not giving up together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been honestly, a tough and trying hold-on for all of us and I am really so moved actually, that two years of college life have come to pass and that we are rightfully heading to a brand new phase of our lives. Different paths... with different goals. And it is always this time of our lives when we start to become more anxious of our future and the things that we got to learn to carry independently. More freedom really means more responsibility it seems, and it is really all part and parcel of life... we all need to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7830406447254701347?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7830406447254701347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7830406447254701347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/give-thanks-for-and-in-all-things.html' title='Give thanks for and in all things'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6202355360951501485</id><published>2010-11-26T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T16:44:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding on to nothing</title><content type='html'>Because I gave it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6202355360951501485?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6202355360951501485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6202355360951501485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/holding-on-to-nothing.html' title='Holding on to nothing'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5683899632581098325</id><published>2010-11-23T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:49:52.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so now I think my life is getting better with the amount of exercise I am going to discipline myself to accomplish!&lt;br /&gt;It will be a success.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a fit girl again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5683899632581098325?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5683899632581098325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5683899632581098325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-so-now-i-think-my-life-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6456192004562397081</id><published>2010-11-20T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:51:52.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to a very special friend of mine, Rachel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very proud of who you have become and am looking forward to see you go from glory to glory!&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know that I love you for who you are and I wish you the very best.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: You probably won't get to see this. But maybe someday, you will.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6456192004562397081?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6456192004562397081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6456192004562397081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-to-very-special-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-817529003763780263</id><published>2010-11-18T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:55:57.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are all understanding people. Just say the truth.</title><content type='html'>Your word is your bond. Remember to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this period of examinations, my back is giving me hellish moments that I never wished to be associated with. But it just comes. And so, I swallow it, and then ignore it. And get on with my work. (And if you can understand, it really takes alot to do so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, just like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-817529003763780263?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/817529003763780263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/817529003763780263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-all-understanding-people-just.html' title='We are all understanding people. Just say the truth.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1890234096366909006</id><published>2010-11-12T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:03:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Being Love means to humbly Clean It Up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1890234096366909006?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1890234096366909006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1890234096366909006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/being-love-means-to-humbly-clean-it-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5338446850250014891</id><published>2010-11-12T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:52:57.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is that in my cup?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so one week of exams is over! Another two more weeks and I shall fly to the moon! Press on everybody!&lt;br /&gt;I shall not comment on any paper. No need to. Whether good or bad, it's already done. And I am happy I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very satisfied with my current enthusiasm of learning new songs and strumming patterns on the guitar! And playing the guitar gives me this wonderfully indescribable feeling each and every time. It is like my best companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my current addiction is Starbucks. Never thought it would be. Never liked coffee. But all I drink is Grande No Whip Mocha Frapuncino, almost everyday now. I appreciate the Baristas very much too. They make my trip to Starbucks so much worth going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5338446850250014891?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5338446850250014891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5338446850250014891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-that-in-my-cup.html' title='What is that in my cup?'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-843403566659418550</id><published>2010-11-06T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:25:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no need to scream</title><content type='html'>This is not delusional. Everybody, stay cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-843403566659418550?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/843403566659418550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/843403566659418550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-no-need-to-scream.html' title='There&apos;s no need to scream'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6306845353165891899</id><published>2010-11-03T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:27:13.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charge</title><content type='html'>So, long awaited (or not) major examinations are starting next week! And it will stretch all the way till 29th November.&lt;br /&gt;The outstanding activities I have planned for my family, friends and myself after Alevels are definitely going to be truly enjoyable and worthwhile for all the effort, hardwork and endurance all this while. Yes, all the sacrifices will come to pass as a huge reward of a happy holiday and of course, good grades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6306845353165891899?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6306845353165891899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6306845353165891899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/11/charge.html' title='Charge'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3117143442682978641</id><published>2010-10-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:29:30.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for being part of this family who loves and cares for one another, good person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3117143442682978641?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3117143442682978641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3117143442682978641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-for-being-part-of-this-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3710962376011288716</id><published>2010-10-27T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:23:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond those 300</title><content type='html'>I just had a look at the data base and this is amazing, I have written THREE HUNDRED posts up till this 301th post. Nothing worth comemorating, just a little upbeat about how many events that had happened over the 300 posts, the thoughts and feelings that came with it and everything else that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think beyond all the nitty gritty things I have wrote about, this personal diary of mine birthed a huge growth in my character definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep this alive as much as possible. Maybe at least till I am 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3710962376011288716?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3710962376011288716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3710962376011288716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/beyond-those-300.html' title='Beyond those 300'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5421942614675056488</id><published>2010-10-24T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:52:25.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just one moment ago, the moon was clearly full when I looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;And now, it is covered by the clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5421942614675056488?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5421942614675056488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5421942614675056488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-one-moment-ago-moon-was-clearly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6974545186735038610</id><published>2010-10-20T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:29:16.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is...</title><content type='html'>I want to stop living on drugs. Painkillers.&lt;br /&gt;Pain is the only thing we can kill, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can be more ready when the time comes. Same goes for those who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that listeners get it more when you vent, rant and confide? You release, they absorb. And so, learning point for all of us is to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that encouragers deserve enouragement too? Sadly, they are often overlooked as positive people until people take for granted that it takes effort to encourage. And so, learning point for all of us is also to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelmed with my incessant ways of trying to learn something more about life and people. I don't know, we will never know when we will be done.&lt;br /&gt;So, making the best out of everything gives worth. Definitely not the worth of gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6974545186735038610?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6974545186735038610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6974545186735038610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/truth-is.html' title='Truth is...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1782887602522682505</id><published>2010-10-20T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:24:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation of a heating pad</title><content type='html'>I am sitting upright&lt;br /&gt;With a weird piece of thing wrapped around my neck&lt;br /&gt;It is burning with a temperature&lt;br /&gt;That is rising up, higher&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a phoenix&lt;br /&gt;You know, those huge birds on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth thirst&lt;br /&gt;For a cup of KOI perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Those black pearls that taste nicer than gems&lt;br /&gt;I am watching out for my posture&lt;br /&gt;With a slight serene composure&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about someone dear&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I have nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am feeling mighty and brave&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing wrapped around my neck&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it is actually a superhero's cape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1782887602522682505?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1782887602522682505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1782887602522682505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/transformation-of-heating-pad.html' title='Transformation of a heating pad'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6309213534966156273</id><published>2010-10-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:23:12.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is still on fire even so...</title><content type='html'>Tired of not being able to sleep when it acts up. Nothing more I can do but to stay strong. &lt;br /&gt;Physiotherapy gives me mixed feelings all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Really thankful for all the prayers and words of concern showered upon me. You give me hope!&lt;br /&gt;I am still passionate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6309213534966156273?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6309213534966156273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6309213534966156273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-heart-is-still-on-fire-even-so.html' title='My heart is still on fire even so...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2661252501056393871</id><published>2010-10-18T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:33:21.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very thankful for you, because only you asked when I was lost in my little labyrinth. No one else could tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2661252501056393871?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2661252501056393871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2661252501056393871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-thankful-for-you-because-only-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2494222449733469426</id><published>2010-10-14T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:49:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of You and less of me</title><content type='html'>I believe that the things I am doing, striving and serving will come to pass as a great harvest! &lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad that comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;Just embrace it, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2494222449733469426?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2494222449733469426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2494222449733469426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-of-you-and-less-of-me.html' title='More of You and less of me'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6046190161533683190</id><published>2010-10-13T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:07:12.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enable the dreams of others...</title><content type='html'>Maybe that's my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6046190161533683190?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6046190161533683190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6046190161533683190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/enable-dreams-of-others.html' title='Enable the dreams of others...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6569485229271016399</id><published>2010-10-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:24:01.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've recently got my Berry and I'm really pleased with it! My sister is a little unhappy that I'm going against her Apple by using a Berry. We can be friends because Apples and Berries mix well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new week. Hope endures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6569485229271016399?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6569485229271016399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6569485229271016399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-ive-recently-got-my-berry-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3161853477516191855</id><published>2010-10-06T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:25:15.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore's greatest woman - Kwa Geok Choo passed away peacefully on 2nd October 2010. I will remember her. She was someone highly respected and very much admired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been really stagnent. Expected kind of school life it seems, when Alevels is just around the corner. I thank God for motivated people around me, because then, this battle feels a million times worth fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to get out of it, really. I just need to get through it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3161853477516191855?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3161853477516191855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3161853477516191855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/10/singapores-greatest-woman-kwa-geok-choo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7943670570862646625</id><published>2010-09-26T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:32:34.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wall Street was a pretty interesting show! Very economics-oriented. (And so, Mr Tan encouraged all of us to catch it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that I've learnt from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;- A moral hazzard is someone who takes your money and is not responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;- Insanity is when you do the same things over again yet believing in acheiving different results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question was "Is Greed Good?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7943670570862646625?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7943670570862646625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7943670570862646625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/wall-street-was-pretty-interesting-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8191238867716729613</id><published>2010-09-20T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:06:57.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple pleasures of life is life itself,</title><content type='html'>and I am taking it as it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope nobody is trying to catch up with someone who is trying to run away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8191238867716729613?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8191238867716729613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8191238867716729613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/simple-pleasures-of-life-is-life-itself.html' title='Simple pleasures of life is life itself,'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7806434114252566334</id><published>2010-09-17T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:09:16.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone needs to develop a healthy spirit!</title><content type='html'>I want to always believe in the best of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;I want to always praise someone for who they are and for what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;I want to always  have nice and genuine things to say.&lt;br /&gt;I love to sing loving and hopeful words because they are healthy for the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Life's happier too because someone is smiling because of your kind words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be true to our kins and friends by seeing the best in them (even if it's very difficult) and giving genuine and kind assurances!&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody needs a little boost like, "You look great today!", "Great job on your essay!", "You are improving alot so keep going!", "I love your attitude!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ON AND MAKE A DIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE IS STOPPING YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7806434114252566334?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TI46d_wL9EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96EsM7Y_Olw/s1600/Marathon_by_Mimizu666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516410880579597378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TI46d_wL9EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96EsM7Y_Olw/s400/Marathon_by_Mimizu666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few metres may be just steps to us. But in fact, a marathon to a snail.&lt;br /&gt;Still, we do not despise.&lt;br /&gt;Every creation is precious in the eyes of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like a little snail. Going so slowly, just too slow to catch up with my schedule. I know what needs to be done, and I am hoping my sense of urgency will pick up at a faster rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are trying as hard as I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world continues to demand more, and we are losing out to people who are constantly acheiving more. Well, yes, not everything in life is a competition. We are just doing this in favour of our own successes in the future. Of course, in the course of all this working-so-hard frenzy, let's not forget the convictions and principles we once set in our hearts. You know, the time when we said we want to be more other-centered and the promise we made to never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7944633698674765541?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7944633698674765541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7944633698674765541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/trying-to-stay-steadfast.html' title='Trying to stay steadfast'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TI46d_wL9EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/96EsM7Y_Olw/s72-c/Marathon_by_Mimizu666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1296294786580238916</id><published>2010-09-13T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:48:29.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day we all will learn...</title><content type='html'>I came across this article on cherishing people in your life, something I strongly agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caring for one another, being there when someone you love is hurting, sharing in the joyous events, these are the moments in life that build the bonds of love. Understanding that a life is made up of laughter,sadness,hurt, and excitement, and not the things you posses, is what makes you cherish the people around you. There are so many little sayings that follow us throughout the years," Home is where the heart is", and "A mom's love never fails", for instance, but to really reflect and believe in these sayings is something most people don't take the time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often in this world, people are so caught up in getting everything done that they feel they have to do, they forget to sit back and appreciate what they have. Instead they are stressed out, working more so they can have more, and neglecting their marriages, families, and friendships in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's time to ask yourself what is important to you. Maybe it's time to take a good, hard look at what you place at the top of your priority list. Maybe it's time to really reflect on these old sayings and determine where it is you stand in your life. I mean, really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1296294786580238916?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1296294786580238916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1296294786580238916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-day-we-all-will-learn.html' title='One day we all will learn...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8633695699502517987</id><published>2010-09-10T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:07:36.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willingness vs Conformity</title><content type='html'>Living in a prideful world.&lt;br /&gt;Lesser thank yous and sorrys.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness and resentment towards people you once loved so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;You hardly know where to find it.&lt;br /&gt;Time to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Be filled-up, not half or a quater.&lt;br /&gt;Fully filled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8633695699502517987?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8633695699502517987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8633695699502517987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/willingness-vs-conformity.html' title='Willingness vs Conformity'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6821556788367936627</id><published>2010-09-04T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:18:04.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am happy to be standing at this phase of my life, feeling so overwhelmed with all that I have overcame and feeling so excited to accomplish whatever that is in store.&lt;br /&gt;I want to number my days, and not let my days be numbered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6821556788367936627?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6821556788367936627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6821556788367936627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-happy-to-be-standing-at-this-phase.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1490684733544205935</id><published>2010-09-04T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T22:55:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three.</title><content type='html'>I just got informed for the third time today.&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending my eighteenth birthday without three of my closest and greatest friends this year... How different it'll be, I can almost imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Ting told me that she'll be really sad if she were me and yeah, I think I am only human to feel that way. But I really really understand! Well, 15th December is just another day. It will pass!&lt;br /&gt;(To Jemaine, Rachel and Ting,  you three have a very special place in my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;I will miss them though during that cold period of December.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am excited about the idea of going drinking with the other December babies. Haha, they are so sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1490684733544205935?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1490684733544205935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1490684733544205935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/three.html' title='Three.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6264232161860232529</id><published>2010-09-03T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:51:18.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head is spinning...round and round.&lt;br /&gt;What's that they call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work on economics. And on saving money $$$&lt;br /&gt;Exams are so demanding these days. It probably means that competition is rising. I hope humanity stays. Firm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6264232161860232529?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6264232161860232529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6264232161860232529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-head-is-spinning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5745908397414041575</id><published>2010-09-01T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:03:38.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus placed E405 in my heart</title><content type='html'>I have been working out alot lately. No, actually just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Walked and cycled miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;Very enjoyable but very physically challenging.&lt;br /&gt;But I made it through anyway. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with a few who know my heart. Constantly thankful for this few. More than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your unwavering faith for my future.&lt;br /&gt;You have raised me up well. I am becoming stronger for life.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5745908397414041575?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5745908397414041575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5745908397414041575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus-placed-e405-in-my-heart.html' title='Jesus placed E405 in my heart'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3101299737358276825</id><published>2010-08-30T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:33:37.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus</title><content type='html'>I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate all the good listeners in my life.&lt;br /&gt;People think I encourage when I am doing well and feeling mighty. But the truth is, most of the time, I encourage people when I am at my lowest.&lt;br /&gt;I see people get better and slowly, I get better too.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to do my best for everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3101299737358276825?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3101299737358276825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3101299737358276825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You Jesus'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1014875896289783774</id><published>2010-08-27T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:14:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW. I came across this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things happen. Weather happens. Traffic happens. Loss Happens. Troubles are ordinary and common, and they're nothing more than snags in what you wish were a perfect conversation. Better yet, troubles ARE perfect as they are blessings packaged in a way to make you want to get inside of them - to have victory over circumstance - to rise like a phoenix from any fire and say I AM ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1014875896289783774?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1014875896289783774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1014875896289783774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-i-came-across-this.html' title='WOW. I came across this...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1813433623593680509</id><published>2010-08-27T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:34:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello I have a chemistry paper later. Now it's morning already.&lt;br /&gt;Heard of the darkest hour is that before dawn?&lt;br /&gt;Thought that it was pretty encouraging for my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;My therapist said she wants to see me in two weeks' time. What does that mean? I think it's clear enough.&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling really heavy. And unfortunately, math paper the next day was horrendous. Though I was already expecting myself to feel that way, yet part of me thought that I did put in a considerable amount of effort to study well for it despite being caught in a physical and emotional struggle. But now that it is over, I am just plain excited to attend the math crash course weekly. Just so to improve in the fastest time possible.&lt;br /&gt;Even as the year is coming to an end, it comes as a huge shock to see myself as who I have become today. Many things come to my mind each time I think of an incident, memory and even person that had changed my life whether in a small or big way.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the trials I am facing and I think, hey you weren't that scary after all. I did overcome. And for some that I didn't manage to overcome, I gain little insights and experiences that are sufficient to tell little stories of my own.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for anyone to imagine the life I am going through with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vexatious&lt;/span&gt; back condition of mine. Though very common presently. I mean, it's my major examinations I am taking this year. I know, really that I have to work harder than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I am so very thankful to have a God who loves and stretches my capacity all the time. Giving me the positivity to carry within me even as I have to go through miles and miles of trying moments.&lt;br /&gt;I got to stay strong. For the glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I am still able. I believe I can do greater things because I have done things that have proven a simple theory that, love really makes people go the distance.&lt;br /&gt;I have Jesus in me. That's why I have love in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1813433623593680509?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1813433623593680509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1813433623593680509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-i-have-chemistry-paper-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8854866371492928947</id><published>2010-08-23T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:48:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a little worried by the fact that my hand gets numb when I am doing my paper.&lt;br /&gt;The pen just falls off my grip. And time doesn't stop for me. Everyone around carries on. And all I can do is wait and pray that I can hold my pen soon. (Not even complete my paper, I just want to hold my pen!)&lt;br /&gt;I am mentally preparing myself for the worst scenario already. Not that I am pessimistic, I just feel I should know what to do when it really happens.&lt;br /&gt;If I am able to wipe off my fears for the upcoming papers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alevels&lt;/span&gt; despite this little struggle, I am sure you can do much better than me. (Hopefully this encourages you in any way)&lt;br /&gt;I might not be able to make it, but I want to be a good living testimony.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep going. With a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8854866371492928947?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8854866371492928947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8854866371492928947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-little-worried-by-fact-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5777023001668015542</id><published>2010-08-14T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:00:00.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pearlyn, dearest sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never too old to sing, dance and learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always young to run, play and shout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay ever so hopeful and faithful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5777023001668015542?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5777023001668015542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5777023001668015542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-pearlyn-dearest-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7722303870446841894</id><published>2010-08-10T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:31:47.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100810: Unafraid what's ahead</title><content type='html'>I think I should stop waiting already.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that I want to fix. My hair.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the study break.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will feel more accomplished. Somehow or rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's birthday is coming in 5 days' time and I wish I could give her something extraordinary. I will work on it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, as for my prelims, I am already working on it.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7722303870446841894?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7722303870446841894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7722303870446841894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/100810-unafraid-whats-ahead.html' title='100810: Unafraid what&apos;s ahead'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4140569383011011423</id><published>2010-08-07T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:06:23.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arise My Child.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly have a seriously bad feeling for prelims. I feel quite unprepared and this is quite ironic considering that I have cut down on many activities just so I can study at home.&lt;br /&gt;This certainly proves that I haven't been working smart. Gee, I really don't know how else I should do.&lt;br /&gt;I am really motivated to do well but I can't deny that I feel so physically tired most of the time. And I really don't want to use my back condition as an excuse. Although it's really been affecting my life. Lately, it's been so bad that I can't really get proper rest and the concentration I need for revision. It's just so distracting.&lt;br /&gt;Tyring various means to make it better and still believing for a miracle or something magical to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely, but it occurred to me before that I just want to close my eyes and wake up only when I want to. And then, I think again, isn't that escapism? And I arise because I dislike it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4140569383011011423?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4140569383011011423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4140569383011011423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/arise-my-child.html' title='Arise My Child.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1105212718922482221</id><published>2010-08-03T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:57:15.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up...your seat.</title><content type='html'>I really love playing the guitar alot! Although I have so much so much to improve on! I just like the feel of strumming and playing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know music to play it, you just need to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get a little feeling of doubt. I don't know if they are truly words I can believe in or simply words that people say... I just hope for the best and expect nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1105212718922482221?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1105212718922482221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1105212718922482221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/give-upyour-seat.html' title='Give up...your seat.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1458958101457277598</id><published>2010-08-01T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:06:13.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaken my soul!</title><content type='html'>Counting down, prelims are in two weeks' time! And very soon, we will overcome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alevels&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;break free&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The weather had been strange lately. Not that I dislike the nice cooling weather, I am just worried for the planet. Climate changes are pertinent all over the world today and I think this is something to be concerned with. It is really about US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Festival of Praise&lt;/strong&gt; was definitely one of the greatest events of the year! (The best event to be at on 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 31st July 2010) I will miss anything for this! People from all walks of life gathered in unity to give thanks and praise the one and only Lord of my life. God is really good, He gave us storms so as to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;strengthen&lt;/span&gt; us, prepare us and prosper us for a future and a hope! I believe everyone was feeling as humbled as I was and as blessed as I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should never lose sight of our vision and dreams because God never did lose sight of us. We should never deny our faith and beliefs because God never did denied any part of us. Most importantly, we should never stop loving because God's love for us is abundant, undying and everlasting.&lt;br /&gt;Those who follow a heart of Jesus will walk blameless and righteous. Because we may fail, but He never fails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road I am taking now is seemingly endless and exhausting, but I will carry on because I don't want to lose the hopefulness in me. The pain I am going through is daunting and terrifying, but I want to keep that tenacity in me. If for any moment you think that you are going through trials that you alone are facing, hmmm actually, someone else had already been there and overcame the odds!&lt;br /&gt;There's always a greater purpose behind every situation :) I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1458958101457277598?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1458958101457277598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1458958101457277598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/08/awaken-my-soul.html' title='Awaken my soul!'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3098938461848639574</id><published>2010-07-25T21:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:14:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stillness versus Impermanence</title><content type='html'>I was sitting at the bus stop by myself waiting for the bus, at a mood which was that of neutrality, with maybe a little degree of suspicion about the frequency of the arrival of the bus as stated on the chart. (I waited for 30 minutes for a less than 5 minute bus ride.)&lt;br /&gt;I was then, thinking about the stillness of life and how Change is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Without Change, there is nothing to look forward to, it seems. No room for improvement. No growth. Then again, with Change, it brings about new concepts and ideologies of many issues, both the liberal and the controversial.&lt;br /&gt;And since positivity and negativity do exist, Change do have an healthy impact on our lives but sometimes unfortunately, Change kills, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;On hind sight, all these imperfections of impermanence are reasons why people are afraid of Change. Most of us prefer to stay in our personal comfort zones without having to think about the complexities of Change and the little advantages or drawbacks that come along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the bus did arrive before 30 minutes, I believe I would not have came to such a fine conclusion for all these questioning bubbles popping out every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;People think because they want to GET REAL.&lt;br /&gt;(We should not be self-illusionists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vexatious back condition of mine is getting out of hand. I am saying loving words to him (I presume it's a He) so that he will hurt me less.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3098938461848639574?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3098938461848639574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3098938461848639574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/stillness-versus-impermanence.html' title='Stillness versus Impermanence'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-762377673028441692</id><published>2010-07-24T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:58:55.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am running into Your arms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We accept people the way they are without approving their lifestyles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-762377673028441692?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/762377673028441692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/762377673028441692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-accept-people-way-they-are-without.html' title='I am running into Your arms...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8146559922706572156</id><published>2010-07-23T20:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:51:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being sure and certain that Love is the reason.</title><content type='html'>Every now and then as I begin to see things in a different light, I find it extremely helpful as new perspectives are gained. I see the little things that may be insignificant but very much valuable.&lt;br /&gt;The people around me, are undeniably the people who have influenced me in one way or another. Be it their habits, or lifestyles, or even certain characteristic behaviors. Mostly their beliefs, I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Even as I try to discern right from wrong, I am aware of the mistakes I made along the way. Thoughts like I could have handled this better, or I could have tried to stop that from happening, crash through my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each time&lt;/span&gt; I committed a mistake. And I do try to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;All my imperfections are pushing me down but my optimism just keeps pulling me up.&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful for all that is given to me and with all I have, I always try to do what I can to bless people around me.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I feel that there's a limit to what I can do, I stop to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I can offer I give you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8146559922706572156?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8146559922706572156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8146559922706572156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-sure-and-certain-that-love-is.html' title='Being sure and certain that Love is the reason.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-154308596201985502</id><published>2010-07-21T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:01:08.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green man. Go.</title><content type='html'>Young men shall see visions.&lt;br /&gt;Old men shall dream dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-154308596201985502?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/154308596201985502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/154308596201985502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/green-man-go.html' title='Green man. Go.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5334398030204322179</id><published>2010-07-18T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:53:37.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that knocking on the door of my heart again?</title><content type='html'>I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; a number of encouraging messages from people I least expect. Truly there are lovely people around me who constantly give me hope!&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention my greatest parents who are always so concerned for me.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Do not worry if I am become less positive, because I encourage myself even when no one is there in time to cheer me up. I perfectly understand the busyness of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; life so I move on, by myself. I just need time so do not judge me if you don't know what I am going through. (Every second of my life.)&lt;br /&gt;I greatly appreciate your love! (I know who truly loves me.)&lt;br /&gt;I am a blessed girl.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, Jesus is more than enough for me (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5334398030204322179?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5334398030204322179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5334398030204322179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/whos-that-knocking-on-door-of-my-heart.html' title='Who&apos;s that knocking on the door of my heart again?'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7346212806781634727</id><published>2010-07-15T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:56:16.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am running a Marathon. With many other runners. Some going way too fast ahead. Some running with me. Some a little slower but still not giving up. I will make it to the finish line. Because I am a runner. A motivated one.&lt;br /&gt;Runners never stop running. They live up to their name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7346212806781634727?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7346212806781634727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7346212806781634727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-running-marathon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8090242878010665166</id><published>2010-07-11T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:55:47.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not a manicured pathway I am setting off for... I know it's difficult.</title><content type='html'>You know when you were young, innocent, delicate and simple-minded, it doesn't really matter if someone broke your heart, or if someone insulted your intelligence, all that mattered was somebody taking away your favourite toy, or Mom not allowing you to watch TV because it's past bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;So, being ignored was really okay for a kid. But now that we reach adulthood, being ignored is one serious issue it seems. As maturity grows, everything seem to matter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Your feelings, your needs, your wants. Everything. So much so that people get desperate and really, just less innocent.&lt;br /&gt;I think every once in awhile, adults should reflect on the fragility and simplicity of being a kid. How we were once kids and how beautiful we were in the arms of our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am able to cope with my current life. The responsibilities and commitments on my part - the role of being a daughter, sister and friend. Not that I am worrying about the future because I trust God wholeheartedly, I feel that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; lead an exciting, humble and righteous life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8090242878010665166?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8090242878010665166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8090242878010665166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-is-not-manicured-pathway-i-am.html' title='It is not a manicured pathway I am setting off for... I know it&apos;s difficult.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4276080859900339978</id><published>2010-07-08T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:56:24.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young or old, Big or small, we all dream dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are running out of everything, it seems, and so we worry. But worrying does nothing, it doesn't work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receiving results for our Common Tests this week gave me a funny feeling. Not the (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;) feeling. But a strange one. It made me realise how badly I wanted to do well for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alevels&lt;/span&gt;. And how it seemingly motivated me to press on towards my goals.&lt;br /&gt;I am, thankfully, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unalarmed&lt;/span&gt; of the results I got because I kind of expected and knew the outcome that I will have to deal with. But as much as I remain unaffected, a big part of me know that I could have done better. So, I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sieve&lt;/span&gt; out all my common mistakes and grasp the concepts that I didn't handle well and I will and I will, do better for Prelims! (I am quite excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Rachel told me something that she wrote in her diary (secondary school days), "I will love animals, regardless of whether they are ugly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; I thought that this was pretty hilarious but as simplified as it is, it makes a lot of sense and it is something what a true activist for the wildlife will say!&lt;br /&gt;The world needs more young people to speak with such conviction on how they can contribute or play a part in making this planet a more beautiful home to live in.&lt;br /&gt;They just need some encouragement and assurance that the little things they are doing now (Such as reducing the use of plastic bags etc), are that of worth and value.&lt;br /&gt;So personally, besides being an activist for the environment, I urge everybody to join hands to &lt;strong&gt;MAKE A CHANGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4276080859900339978?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4276080859900339978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4276080859900339978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/young-or-old-big-or-small-we-all-dream.html' title='Young or old, Big or small, we all dream dreams.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2666420573120254124</id><published>2010-07-05T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:30:35.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am independent. But I am not mutually exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;(Math joke but pretty much applicable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending a day out with people I don't usually hang out often with was a pleasure for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective of many things broadened today and I am just relieved that it was not too late to realise the importance and redundance of certain things.&lt;br /&gt;I am shivering because I am cold and tired.&lt;br /&gt;But I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2666420573120254124?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2666420573120254124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2666420573120254124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-independent.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4722076270702678401</id><published>2010-07-04T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:31:13.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless writer.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's not about that, it's really about this.&lt;br /&gt;I may not be saying the most logical thing now, but I know I am clear-minded.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when someone knows what I want to say without me saying explicitly. I feel so understood.&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to move on. Thinking that maybe I belong to a better place...somehow.&lt;br /&gt;God has probably seen all that I've gone through and thought that perhaps, I have been tested enough. (Or not) I probably would have done all I could to be of a good friend and stranger to people I meet. It was my best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I am done here. But as I begin to think of...my life, I say maybe not, because I just want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I have a big purpose here. I just need some motivation.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions are justified, and very much stirred up by affairs that I feel something for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4722076270702678401?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4722076270702678401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4722076270702678401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/senseless-writer.html' title='Senseless writer.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2721402734356734687</id><published>2010-07-02T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:35:07.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am rejoicing! Common tests are officially over! &lt;div&gt;Went to catch Eclipse with the girls after our last paper and it was pretty awesome, and sort of met my expectations for it! I thought that it was quite exciting with all the action scenes and occasionally, a little of romantic humour (or not) especially in conversations between Edward and Jacob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that the exam period has tided down, I think I should not get into a playing mood or complacent attitude. I feel that consistency is important for the type of studying style I am getting myself into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planet Earth is amazing. The graphics, the skills, the precision, the angles, the timing, the movements, the settings, the volume, the emotions, the entire film is just pure genius! One day, I will watch all the episodes and admire the nature of our beautiful beautiful Planet Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's just nothing to be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2721402734356734687?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2721402734356734687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2721402734356734687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-rejoicing-common-tests-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4274241976414772103</id><published>2010-06-30T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:59:32.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday I should be able to tell myself, "I am having a time of my life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a whole chunk of stuff here but I decided to delete everything away. When one day, you feel that everything you're doing is redundant (unappreciated), I think the feeling of disappointment and hurt become redundant too. I don't like writing meaningless things. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;If one day, someone is able to touch my heart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; (Maybe like I am moved to tears or something), it's then I'll probably get out of my current predicament. (I shan't reveal here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4274241976414772103?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4274241976414772103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4274241976414772103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/everyday-i-should-be-able-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1756064227213842418</id><published>2010-06-29T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:35:44.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Suyi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for bringing joy and laughter to my life! Our shared memories (especially Talentime moments) are treasured and fondly remembered! Continue to be of good cheer to everything that life brings for and to you! Happy blessed 18th once again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of love, Jo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1756064227213842418?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1756064227213842418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1756064227213842418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-18th-birthday-suyi-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-414498132199698381</id><published>2010-06-28T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:35:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was...hard fought.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had given a pretty strong front already. If I was alone at home, I would probably have yelled and wailed and struggled on the floor like a baby demanding for milk. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;I really think I have become quite tolerant. I don't think I am afraid of injections, insect bites, whatever. I think I've been through much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worse&lt;/span&gt; situations. This is good, it is increasing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AQ&lt;/span&gt;. (Oh, it stands for Adversity Quotient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that I react to situations very well. There's always much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;I believe all of us have experienced times when we acted impulsively or spoke carelessly. This is a mistake we all make very often and this should be a learning point for us that we ought to seek to constantly improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This examination period is making me feel so... unreal to fantasy and far from idealism, in other words, welcome to reality.&lt;br /&gt;I have accepted this fact already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have been dreaming about someone lately. Oh no, please do not tell me I...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-414498132199698381?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/414498132199698381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/414498132199698381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-can-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2400243701225678020</id><published>2010-06-26T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:49:04.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody, let's join hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TCTrxl8TqxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Y4tM4ikXies/s1600/6a00d83451739969e20133f0ac9757970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486769483275283218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TCTrxl8TqxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Y4tM4ikXies/s400/6a00d83451739969e20133f0ac9757970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People in love, hold hands. People who change the world, join hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2400243701225678020?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2400243701225678020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2400243701225678020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/everybody-let.html' title='Everybody, let&apos;s join hands!'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TCTrxl8TqxI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Y4tM4ikXies/s72-c/6a00d83451739969e20133f0ac9757970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1767854853239057461</id><published>2010-06-23T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T23:58:31.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little awkward, a little unsure.</title><content type='html'>I studied so much today and I'm actually saying this because I can hardly believe myself. I should be tired by now. 11:40pm. But I am on my pink swivel chair, sitting upright, allowing the wind to blow my let-down and a little wet hair, and tat-tat-tat, goes the sound of my fingertips tapping up-and-downwardly on the keyboard. It is late, what am I doing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting. Waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Waiting to wish two of my friends a big greeting of Happy Birthday! I am so excited =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no fun, no fun at all to be in a situation whereby your friend calls you up to tell you that she doesn't know what to do, because a friend of hers has gone missing and is having suicidal thoughts and is in heavily depressed state. (Without family support.)&lt;br /&gt;How.&lt;br /&gt;Such unexpected news caught me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;off guard&lt;/span&gt;, unprepared of what I should be saying. I was shocked! (Too.) As much as my friend was worried, I was greatly anxious as well. But worrying wasn't a wise thing to feel, I was thinking of more practical ways to help in some way or another. Our solution was to wait. Continue contacting her. Until the poor girl responds. And when that happens, thank God, everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:55pm. I should get ready to tuck myself in bed soon. Because when the new morn awakes, it is time for yet another day of a four-hour long lesson in school. I don't want to doze off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1767854853239057461?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1767854853239057461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1767854853239057461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-awkward-little-unsure.html' title='A little awkward, a little unsure.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6961539448372233101</id><published>2010-06-20T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:44:57.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop cursing the person who stole your parking lot! (In life.)</title><content type='html'>I am trying to squeeze out a little more creativity in the things I do now. Dislike being so rigid all the time. (That's what I feel about myself.)&lt;br /&gt;Although I feel my life is already interesting, it can be better! I want to be a little more adventurous! (Not in the rebellious way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I was mainly out for family gatherings. Saturday with paternal side, Sunday with maternal side. I enjoy these occasional gatherings, except for the part when my Mom kept creating awkward moments or rather, situations between my male cousins and I. You know, mothers... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it was a good time to catch up with one another. I really do treasure these times spent with my family!&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed about Youths these days when they are out for family gatherings is the inappropriate usage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handphones&lt;/span&gt;. That's the unhealthy part of technology. It connects people, but it disconnects people at the same time. I am not contradicting if you think hard enough. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heehee&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if we are able to live out the morals that we preach, then, that is Character.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; MAN! (Finally.) And wow, he is truly a great man of dignity, modesty and humility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6961539448372233101?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6961539448372233101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6961539448372233101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-cursing-person-who-stole-your.html' title='Stop cursing the person who stole your parking lot! (In life.)'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3391114982769114809</id><published>2010-06-17T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:27:04.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick thought, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Demsey&lt;/span&gt; Hill and those seemingly refreshing shop houses along &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Timah&lt;/span&gt; Road. Those are good places to unwind and put aside the chaos in life.&lt;br /&gt;Serene Centre is indeed as serened as it is named. The only motivation to go there was Island Creamery since it was ages I went there. (Ever since SC days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream gives people the motivation to exercise. (Apparently.) Since it goes like this, the more you exercise, the more ice-cream you feel you deserve to eat. (Maybe this only applies to those physically self-conscious kids.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for little outings during this term break. It shows me how people do not forget one another even in the midst of busyness.&lt;br /&gt;The effort to keep in touch is so inspiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3391114982769114809?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3391114982769114809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3391114982769114809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/high-frequency.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-8413043271368863504</id><published>2010-06-14T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:35:32.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TBWHVUOtYpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZA1Ni1esRKQ/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482436921670853266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TBWHVUOtYpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZA1Ni1esRKQ/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-8413043271368863504?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8413043271368863504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/8413043271368863504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TBWHVUOtYpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ZA1Ni1esRKQ/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-4939117093312124153</id><published>2010-06-12T22:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:25:01.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a real woman. I know so.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I really don't want to grow up. I just can't imagine all the responsibilities and complications of adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, I really do want to grow up. I want to break free. I want to do what I always dreamed of doing. I want to be the pilot of my own life. I want to take things under my own stride. I want to bear the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;. I want to take care of my parents. I want to be a big sister to my little cousins. I want to stay up late and see stars. I want to make my own curfews. I want to make decisions on my own. I want to feel how it is like to be in love. I want to be a brave lady. I want to be influential. I want to earn money. I want to pay for my own expenses. I want to go for a shopping spree at my own leisure. I want to travel all around the world. I want to be trustworthy. I want to live in a humble home. I want to be a strong and happy woman. I want to go on adventures. I want to be a Superhero in the eyes of my kids. (That is if I do have any in the future, Haha!) I want to meet my friends for Tea. I want to be fit and healthy. I want to drive so that I can fetch my parents around. I want to be a best friend of somebody. I want to learn martial arts. I want to try wearing heels. I want to do something new each day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do what is right, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-4939117093312124153?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4939117093312124153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/4939117093312124153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-real-woman-i-know-so.html' title='I am a real woman. I know so.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2661032130348515682</id><published>2010-06-11T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:48:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He knows, He knows, He knows.</title><content type='html'>Today seemed like a really long day. I thought that too many things happened in one day that I could hardly process the chronological sequence of the today's events. (Now that I reflect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics paper was not to say, very difficult, but I can say it was manageable. I know I worked hard for it. So, hopefully, I will receive results that I truly deserve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little outing after that with most of my class girls was great! My first time to Marina Barrage and I am sure captivated by the beautiful landscape. I was attracted to the big open space, lush green grass, the kites people of all ages flew, most looking really happy when their kites flew up high, some irritated that their kites weren't flying but kept trying anyway, little kids running around, beautiful newly weds taking their wedding photos, sweet couples enjoying each others' company and the many groups of friends who were having a whole lot of fun. I was part of the crowd. And oh, I wasn't really that concerned with the scorching sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To summarize everything, Marina Barrage is a gorgeous place, and the only motivation for a hearty getaway is with a good company!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day did not end in a high note like I thought it would. But nevertheless, I feel comforted by this renewal of faith each time I had to struggle, to fight against something. Today, I experienced something new. But firstly, thank you Mr. Taxi Driver. Thank you for bringing me home safe. The first thought when it acted up was, come on, just control. Since I was in the cab, it was not a good place to act like I was physically in pain. I did it, I controlled. To the best I could. But even as I control, tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down profusely. There was no intention to cry. No reason too. But I just did. And so, I figured out that the pain I was feeling was to such an extent that if I control, it could be so unbearable that tears will fall unknowingly. Nice point to note about myself today and I guess this is what people call 'suffering in silence.' (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped home (No one was home), I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hesitated&lt;/span&gt; no more but to take my medicine and rush to my bed. I laid in bed. I felt really tired to even toss around to find the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; position like I usually would do. And for a moment, I thought I gave up trying. But then I thought to myself, I did not. I was actually resisting the pain! I did nothing but laid still, and I finally cried out to God. Then, I thought of the song 'The Voice Within'. The words of this song pictures the similar state I was in. I dried my tears and found peace in my heart. I was not feeling any better. I simply moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was really encouraged and moved by those people who tweeted and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me if I was OK. I am OK! Thank you so very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2661032130348515682?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2661032130348515682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2661032130348515682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/he-knows-he-knows-he-knows.html' title='He knows, He knows, He knows.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5928673913995734467</id><published>2010-06-08T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:04:18.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. I. Am. Hopeful. And. Stronger. For. Life. Yay. (Are you?)</title><content type='html'>Our imperfections. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;My, I really need to learn from others. I always believe that surely, there is something good to learn from someone, even when you least expect something out from that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480401250674819362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TA5L5q0UQSI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YIVqxAl1Szg/s400/bookcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kindly borrowed from Emelia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5928673913995734467?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5928673913995734467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5928673913995734467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-imperfections.html' title='Hello. I. Am. Hopeful. And. Stronger. For. Life. Yay. (Are you?)'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TA5L5q0UQSI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YIVqxAl1Szg/s72-c/bookcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6360005461176092471</id><published>2010-06-06T21:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:03:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week has passed. Yes, it's this fast. It's already the second week of June! And pretty soon, the start of another school term begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum had fairly well seen me working hard the past week and I am relieved that my discipline level is on track. I really don't want to disappoint my Mum. She really have high hopes on me and is constantly believing in me. So yes, I will do her proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I can't put my mind off about. I feel sad about it. But I know I have to keep believing that one day I will not face such parental objection anymore. This means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me, and if you understand me, I am really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when people ask me about my current life, even things that do not concern them but they still ask anyway, because these are the people who truly care. And these conversations just become some sort of a mutual sharing session and it's really a blessing because you'd never know what you can learn along the way! It's not about being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nosey&lt;/span&gt;, it's just a matter of being a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, treasure it when people greet you with a simple two-worded, "How's life?"&lt;br /&gt;That person cares and loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6360005461176092471?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6360005461176092471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6360005461176092471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-week-has-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2122994226414680946</id><published>2010-06-05T14:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:30:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolidating the bits and pieces of my thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been practising the guitar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; lately and my fingertips are bruised. I don't mind because I enjoy playing the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I think the Bible is the only book that can give me peace in my heart. Because it's the truth and the truth sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn to appreciate my parents more. I love my family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want people to love me for who I am and not for what I can give them.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept when people keep their pride when they are clearly in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I need wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;I deeply appreciate humble people.&lt;br /&gt;I am stubborn in the things I believe strongly in, so don't be mad at me for being persistent sometimes. I know what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;I am always motivated to go an extra mile to bless somebody and to make someone happy when love becomes my only motivation.&lt;br /&gt;I can be serious at times. But it doesn't mean I am unhappy. I may be facing a difficult situation. So, just ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to speak in a lower volume. I will try I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that we should be ashamed of our judging attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;I know that speaking nicely will be helpful in many situations.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that studying is a joy when you are in a nice environment.&lt;br /&gt;I am able to tolerate certain behavior as long as I understand the causes of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge enthusiast of the arts.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer musicals to recitals. But both are equally fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;I love hand-made stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated when things spoil at a time when I need them the most. And I can only blame myself for last-minuteness.&lt;br /&gt;I love dreams with nice endings because I want to wake up feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;I used to dislike coffee, I still do but strangely, I like drinking Mocha.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everyone in my life are beautiful in their unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;I think the only way to conquer fear is to overcome it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2122994226414680946?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2122994226414680946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2122994226414680946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/consolidating-bits-and-pieces-of-my.html' title='Consolidating the bits and pieces of my thoughts'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-9068161014666749188</id><published>2010-06-02T22:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:05:51.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't judge a moody person if you are unsure of the situation she is in. Seek to understand before being understood.</title><content type='html'>This week is probably one the few weeks I hear and see people around me feeling irritated. This word 'irritated' is everywhere. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's index of happiness level is probably at its all-time low this week. Perhaps, just JJC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-9068161014666749188?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/9068161014666749188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/9068161014666749188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-judge-moody-person-if-you-are.html' title='Don&apos;t judge a moody person if you are unsure of the situation she is in. Seek to understand before being understood.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6949965561584017457</id><published>2010-06-01T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:22:06.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TAUJFLN19uI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HrLwbiUgu3w/s1600/the_last_lecture_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477794506280924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TAUJFLN19uI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HrLwbiUgu3w/s400/the_last_lecture_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the most inspiring books I have read thus far! Great man with such great stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6949965561584017457?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6949965561584017457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6949965561584017457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-most-inspiring-books-i-have-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/TAUJFLN19uI/AAAAAAAAAzA/HrLwbiUgu3w/s72-c/the_last_lecture_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-500375663063817951</id><published>2010-05-30T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:48:11.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter how bad things are, you can always make things worse. At the same time, it is within your power to make things better.</title><content type='html'>Get going. Get going. Get going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I can just have a chocolate bar for dinner. (My parents didn't know.) And I'm glad that I'm all grown up. (Less parental permission-asking, Ha!) Leading a tiny bit of unhealthy lifestyle once in awhile, especially when you are so caught up in a good book is a little aspect of life I dreamed of when I was younger. Everything just taste nice, look nice, feel nice, most importantly, one chocolate bar is more than enough to keep you full for the day and through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that this year, I was called to be a missionary. I am not misinterpreting that name. (or am I?) A missionary is one who carries out missions right? I did! And still am carrying out missions. Oh, no, but not those big scale projects with a high responsibility to do humanitarian works which people usually put across as some sort of nobility. No, it's not those kind that I'm doing. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are well, missions on the runway to care, support and protect the people I love as long as I am still kicking. And these missions usually come forth after long and deep conversations with people who needs alot of support. This person needs it, and if you can understand that need, I feel that it's necessary to meet it! Bless someone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I have just taken over a new mission. (After a sad truth I have come to know of my really good friend.) And so, I'll see what I can do for her.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, these missions mean alot to me, and though they are of unequal amounts, but definitely, (I like saying this) of equal sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if what I'm doing will yield good outcomes, but I am perfectly aware of what I'm doing. I know myself best. I know that there'll be a chance that I'll get sick and tired of my efforts. And I also know that I truly have no intentions of expecting anything back, even words like 'Thank you'. I'll just do my best. I am just a missionary. A God-sent missionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-500375663063817951?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/500375663063817951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/500375663063817951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-matter-how-bad-things-are-you-can.html' title='No matter how bad things are, you can always make things worse. At the same time, it is within your power to make things better.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2861788981384815336</id><published>2010-05-28T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:23:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a mugger. (At least till the end of Alevels)&lt;br /&gt;Bye to all evil temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short disclaimer: Being a mugger doesn't mean my life is just books and that's it. I have still put aside time to exercise and time for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Oh, I'll still blog whenever I feel there's a need to. Blogging improves my language and expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fruitful and eventful holiday my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S: Remember you have a timetable or plan that needs following! (I know, it's highly challenging but possible!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muggers unite! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2861788981384815336?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2861788981384815336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2861788981384815336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay.html' title='YAY.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7605879960539797683</id><published>2010-05-26T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:51:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read something that goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine one day you are living the life of a high flyer, without casting a second glance at those who are considered beneath you. And the next, you are made redundant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7605879960539797683?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7605879960539797683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7605879960539797683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-read-something-that-goes-imagine-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-6707847474238806067</id><published>2010-05-25T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:32:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love everything God gives. Remember? Those little things are precious too...</title><content type='html'>I love my dad. I love my mum. I love my sister. I love my friends. I love you, oh special one. I love my pillow. I love my guitar. I love my green curtains. I love my watch. I love my coloured pencils. I love the music I listen to. I love the scenery from my window. I love my big palms. I love my red spectacles. I love the cat that says Hi to me every morning. I love the Thai kids whom I looked after 3 years ago. I love my project group mates. I love the doctor who allowed me to put on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stethoscope&lt;/span&gt;. I love the Milo I make. I love you! (...and it just goes on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-6707847474238806067?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6707847474238806067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/6707847474238806067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-everything-god-gives-remember.html' title='I love everything God gives. Remember? Those little things are precious too...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1251048930166155740</id><published>2010-05-24T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:29:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I thought of writing my own book.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, do I really have the patience or in fact, the talent to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I think writing a book is more challenging than taking exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think it's not how much you know, but how much you can give that makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1251048930166155740?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1251048930166155740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1251048930166155740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/recently-i-thought-of-writing-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-3140775054722231583</id><published>2010-05-16T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:50:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!&lt;br /&gt;My sister is at last, graduating tomorrow! She will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;draped&lt;/span&gt; with the best-looking graduation gown or robe as you call it, and will be receiving her Diploma certificate. My parents will be there to witness the grand ceremony and I'll be here, giving her my deepest support and congratulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pearlyn Khoo&lt;/span&gt;, even as you enter your next phase of life, know that Dad, Mum and I will always love you and give you our greatest care and support that you need! Most importantly, God will be with you no matter what path you choose to take, He will guide you in His ways and He will be your comfort and peace in trying times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-3140775054722231583?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3140775054722231583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/3140775054722231583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-my-sister-is-at-last-graduating.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-841814389733730335</id><published>2010-05-14T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:55:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/S-1WERbPGtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jPW4bjmlLBE/s1600/Motivation_by_MrBadger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471123753722125010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EuN5zb7bN6o/S-1WERbPGtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jPW4bjmlLBE/s400/Motivation_by_MrBadger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a healing breakthrough.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall WAIT (Withstand. Anticipate. Intercede. Trust) patiently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the concern and love everyone! I really know and feel it. Thank you for every little gesture, action and kind word you said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-841814389733730335?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/841814389733730335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/841814389733730335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/grant-me.html' title='Grant me.'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_EuN5zb7bN6o/S-1WERbPGtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/jPW4bjmlLBE/s72-c/Motivation_by_MrBadger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-1164497589579397213</id><published>2010-05-13T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:19:04.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy adventure with the Happy Three Friends!</title><content type='html'>Extremely hilarious afternoon I had with the Happy Three Friends, mark my words, extremely. Couldn't stop laughing and we were practically going crazy. Had a wonderful Sushi Buffet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Citylink&lt;/span&gt;, and since it was a buffet, we are obliged to eat as much as we can and as much as we want. Soon after we began, guess who won. I shall not reveal but this person eats sushi just like how I drink water. (PS: I drink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of water.) Well, personal tastes and preferences but I personally, felt quite sick after eating so much sushi. Since I couldn't eat Seafood, the variety to choose from was very limited.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I enjoyed the company more than anything else! Even as eating became a chore, spending such quality time together will be a memory I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't the only highlight of this afternoon! The trip to the washroom with Rachel was the ultimate joke of the day! Jaw-breaking and stomach-wrenching laughing from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sakae&lt;/span&gt; Sushi to Precious Thoughts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt; and finally to our destination, the toilet was our hard-fought journey because we had to control our really tight bladders while being downright insane in front of public and in our school uniforms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crappp&lt;/span&gt;. But still, it was fun! Just embarrassing perhaps. We laughed so much, so much, to an extent that we almost pee-ed on the floor! (Trust me, I am serious!) And a couple of times we stood rooted to the ground in a really awkward position, ran and laughed, stop to laugh, ran and laughed again, just so that the pee won't come out! Come to think of it, we were like little silly immature kids, fearing that our pee will come out and yet, not being able to stop laughing. At that moment, everything was just so funny! Even just looking at each other made us burst out laughing. I don't know, I am sure you have experienced such times before. That was Rachel and mine most interesting and most hilarious and most memorable experience together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, now I just have the urge to mention the great eater's name. Michelle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, wow she is just so amazing! Her love for Japanese food is really so evident in the amount of sushi she can eat. And just imagine now, her eyes actually do sparkle when a plate of sushi she likes passes her in the conveyor belt. What a great enthusiast of Sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was a happy happy one. We were truly enjoying ourselves, even when there wasn't any special celebratory occasion. The only main reason why we went for a sushi buffet was because, we were famished. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating, laughing, eating, laughing...are definitely good exercises for the jaw muscle! And so much so, the stomach muscle. I haven't laughed that much for quite some time already and I'm really thankful for this little getaway. Thank God I didn't choose to go home right after school. I would have probably missed out on all these wonderful moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion, if you don't want to miss out on what is called True Fun, and if you seriously need to get a life, come join us, we can really make you happy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-1164497589579397213?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1164497589579397213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/1164497589579397213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/crazy-adventure-with-happy-three.html' title='Crazy adventure with the Happy Three Friends!'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-5350315840618929578</id><published>2010-05-12T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:21:03.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been physically tiring but still very much a joy. The intensive revision that our teachers are set on making us start now and the tutorials and homework that we have to complete as soon as possible are perhaps, the main reasons that result in a deprivation of sleep. Eye bags and dark eye rings are common. But in spite of all the busyness, there's always something to cheer for, something to take delight in. Or maybe, to most, something good in the future that keeps us going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-5350315840618929578?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5350315840618929578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/5350315840618929578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-been-physically-tiring-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-2137531427406344612</id><published>2010-05-09T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:18:17.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I leave everything behind, I just want to give my best...</title><content type='html'>I am settled in my comfort zone right now - my bed. Unwilling to close my eyes and fall asleep. I am going against convention. I am listening to nice songs and blogging at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think. About what children in South Africa, Thailand or even Sri Lanka are doing now. Are they in their comfort zones? It is like we are just worlds apart, we are faced with school adversity (pretty much) but they are faced with life adversity. Huge unexplainable difference, but I trust it is in God's Will. It is these brave strong warriors fighting for survival who teach little spoilt brats to be appreciative of life and it is us, blessed children, encouraging these poor children to keep staying hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a decision to shout out, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh happy day! Happy day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everyday when I wake. And I believe this will really help to lift my heart up high even as I step into school every morning! You should have morning words too, it does work, it really does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not want to hear anything else, but to whatever situation you are in now, or whatever answers you might need to burning doubts and anxieties, just one word, &lt;strong&gt;GO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-2137531427406344612?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2137531427406344612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/2137531427406344612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/before-i-leave-everything-behind-i-just.html' title='Before I leave everything behind, I just want to give my best...'/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5004407428767573881.post-7969649560513023688</id><published>2010-05-09T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:34:52.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all great mothers in the world!&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate every little thing you have done unconditionally for your children and we love you for being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the most important woman in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big Thank You for your loving sacrifices, the many times of naggings and scoldings that hurt your heart more than I know, the wonderful meals you have made, the chores you dislike doing but did it anyway, the things you taught me in life, the worrying concerns you had for me just to see me through, and above all, just for loving me. I love you mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5004407428767573881-7969649560513023688?l=jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7969649560513023688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5004407428767573881/posts/default/7969649560513023688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jo-k-hoo.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-to-all-great-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolyn Khoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340276878207632150</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
