<?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-578715396448201150</id><updated>2011-08-27T00:45:21.036+08:00</updated><category term='Story told by The StoryTeller...'/><title type='text'>It's me. And myself.</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't pretend. Just be yourself. Because that's what He made you and there's a purpose for it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2099027884791781632</id><published>2011-04-08T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:46:22.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I'm back Home</title><content type='html'>I'd want to hear my Lord God say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant." I'd want my Daddy to cuddle my close to Him, in His arms, stroking my hair, saying, "Welcome home my baby girl. Go enjoy yourself inside." But right now, I don't know if He's saying to me right now, "I'm always here beside you, gently guiding you, quietly blessing you abundantly, pulling you off the edge of the cliff before you collapse. But whenever I try to talk to you, you'd just turn away and go listen to junk; whenever I wanna share with you something exciting, you choose to be enthusiastic over something else; whenever I try to feed you yummy stuff from my Kingdom, you'd indulge yourself in the gossips of this world; etc..." Lord, sometimes I wonder if I had let you down. I just don't know what to do so many times. I always tell people to let everything to You, but I can't do it. But when I can't take it anymore, I'd just throw and hurl everything in Your direction. Lord, why are you so patient with me? Lord! LORD!! LORD!!!! Jesus!! Lord! LOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDD!!!!!! Everyone who calls on Jesus' name will be saved. I am saved. Jesus saves. Jesus. Jesus. THE Name. May Your face shines upon me. Lord Jesus is my Lord and Saviour. Lord Jesus. Jesus Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2099027884791781632?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2099027884791781632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2099027884791781632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2099027884791781632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2099027884791781632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-im-back-home.html' title='when I&apos;m back Home'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3434095966866027835</id><published>2011-03-26T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:21:35.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw6fx1bQBMg/TY2h6fBw78I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0Ka9X92Toug/s1600/the%2Bsilver%2Bchair%2Bcoming%2Bsoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588300738770038722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw6fx1bQBMg/TY2h6fBw78I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0Ka9X92Toug/s320/the%2Bsilver%2Bchair%2Bcoming%2Bsoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I CAN'T WAIT!!!!&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/578715396448201150-3434095966866027835?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3434095966866027835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3434095966866027835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3434095966866027835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3434095966866027835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/03/chronicles-of-narnia-silver-chair.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lw6fx1bQBMg/TY2h6fBw78I/AAAAAAAAAD4/0Ka9X92Toug/s72-c/the%2Bsilver%2Bchair%2Bcoming%2Bsoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5622137396096634162</id><published>2011-03-14T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T18:35:39.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE after-SPM plan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many people, especially aunties who wre trying to strike a conversation (which usually ends with one of us walking away after much awkwardness) with me, asks me, "What do you wanna do after SPM? Staying for form 6?" Then I'd always say that I'm thinking of taking Theatre, Music etc. But then I would add, "See what God has instore for me. That's gonna be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking about this (and other stuff) during my addmaths tuition just now. Yeah, I wasn't concentrating. Haha. Anyways, I came out with many quotes, and this is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW OUR DREAMS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW OUR HEARTS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT JESUS SAY THAT WE SHOULD FOLLOW HIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO THAT HE CAN PICK US UP WHEN WE FALL,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TELL US WHEN WE'RE WRONG,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMFORT US WHEN WE FAIL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BECAUSE HE HAS MADE EVERYTHING RIGHT FOR US.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RIGHT THERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ON THE OLD RUGGED CROSS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it isn't really a quote after all because when I was typing the original one, inspiration came, and lo, here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus wants us to follow Him, so that He protect us left, right, centre, from behind, in front, and ALL AROUND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's an omnipresent, omnipowerful and omniknowing God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What have we to fear and worry anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My life is made awesome by Jesus on the old rugged cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*smiles blissfully*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5622137396096634162?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5622137396096634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5622137396096634162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5622137396096634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5622137396096634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/03/after-spm-plan.html' title='THE after-SPM plan.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5270372320545752842</id><published>2011-03-14T12:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:58:53.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Limit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;We see with shock, the "cruelty" of the natural cathestrophe on mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;We see with pity, the "cruelty" of the animal abusers on animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Can we see the "cruelty" we, a human being lash of another human being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;What is it that, do we call the limit to cease this "cruelty"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Is it insanity? Or death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The Lord and His Truth as set us free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;But what have we bound ourselves, or another human being to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man's traditions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man's cultures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man's wisdom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man's social acceptance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man's rules and regulations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Fearof man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Even man's own defined, or rather quoted, Bible verses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Man... Man... Man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;When would you stop your "cruelty" on each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Didn't the Bible says: "The letter (legalism) kills, but the Spirit gives life."?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Do you really want to go on until you see insanity or death of th victim to call it "enough"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;What is the limit to the "cruelty" of mankind on another mankind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;When will man pause to think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Which is more important:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Keeping the "good thing to do" or "keeping the life and sanity to live"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;P/S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Don't we have the trust on each other that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;if one has the "life", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;he/she would like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;would love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;would by their own inclination, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;to keep the "good thing to do"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5270372320545752842?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5270372320545752842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5270372320545752842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5270372320545752842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5270372320545752842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-limit.html' title='What&apos;s the Limit?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5192511244755048209</id><published>2011-02-27T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T11:47:59.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden emptiness.</title><content type='html'>kills. But then hor, I'm actually not that empty one lo. Just that I think that I'm empty only ma. RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Joyce is kindda psycho now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5192511244755048209?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5192511244755048209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5192511244755048209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5192511244755048209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5192511244755048209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/02/sudden-emptiness.html' title='Sudden emptiness.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2923651161696219336</id><published>2011-02-27T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T01:50:48.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RETREAT!!</title><content type='html'>Yep. That's exactly what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus want me to make effort to REST in my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus will take care of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus does not want me to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus does not want to go all out and getting hurt in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus keeps on telling me to not worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus wants me to always talk to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus wants me to always remember of His death FOR ME on the old rugged cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus wants the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus is my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things just keep on distracting me, losing focus from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus, my Saviour. Lord, there is none like You.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed. I'm such a wrenched person, but you still love me like I'm the only person that mattered to You. Thank You because Your grace is so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO HIDE IN YOUR FOTRESS.&lt;br /&gt;JESUS HELP ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2923651161696219336?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2923651161696219336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2923651161696219336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2923651161696219336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2923651161696219336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2011/02/retreat.html' title='RETREAT!!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7091854507599965690</id><published>2010-11-29T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T01:35:48.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified - Katharine McPhee ft. Zachary Levi (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/un60RISzE-A?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lines that especially caught my attention is:-&lt;br /&gt;"In a world full of wrong, you're the only thing that's right.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can definitely imagine what's my expression when I listen to this line. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just click on the triangle-in-a-box icon, listen to it, and cry watching the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not cry, but i almost did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Zachary Levi can actually sing! And that had just increased my teeny weeny celebrity crush for him into a big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: The BIGGEST of all celebrity crush that I'm having so far is still Mark Salling, and Harry Shum Jr. (Sorry, I can't decide which one. Haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-7091854507599965690?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7091854507599965690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7091854507599965690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7091854507599965690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7091854507599965690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/11/terrified-katharine-mcphee-ft-zachary.html' title='Terrified - Katharine McPhee ft. Zachary Levi (:'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/un60RISzE-A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-6086664982271678647</id><published>2010-10-31T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:52:05.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad, how?</title><content type='html'>when you feel sad sad, tell Papa who navere ever forsakes you.&lt;br /&gt;when you wanna cry, cry to Him who always comforts you.&lt;br /&gt;when you break up with someone, tell Him for He loves you much, much more than him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sayang you, like any father would to his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sayang sayang sayang sayang sayang sayang sayang you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus sayang me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love you too.. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-6086664982271678647?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/6086664982271678647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=6086664982271678647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6086664982271678647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6086664982271678647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/sad-sad-how.html' title='sad sad, how?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2847937715077111269</id><published>2010-10-26T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:18:03.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ me mama birthday (2010) ♥</title><content type='html'>Alala.... I'm feeling so esctatic right now! It's actually my Mom's birthday and I'm sooo happy. I wasn't even THIS happy on my birthday.. I'm just, SO HAPPY that it's her bithday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of all those crappy stuff, I'm gonna make a big shoutout here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY!! I KNOW I DON'T ALLOW YOU TO READ MY BLOG UNLESS I LET YOU, SO YOU WON'T BE SEEING THIS WISH, BUT I JUST WANNA WISH YOU HAAAAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING MOMMY!! Wheeee~~ ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  Really. I love her sooo much. As some of my friends know, I sometimes have "cold war" with her, we sometimes have arguments, we even have tantrums over each other, but I clearly know that it's some kind of love language between us that no one can ever fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  And you know what? Besides being my biological mother, she's my spiritual mama as well. :) She's really so strong you know? She's like praying all the time, ever so ceasingly, for me and my brother especially (until sometimes I also tak tahan). Haha.. But she understands.. That makes me love her more.. Haha.. (my love sounds so conditional.) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  She's also a perfect example of a woman to me. Not exactly ladylike, but she does what a woman ought to do. She loves he husband (that is my Dad, obviously) so much. Well, actually they are still DEEPLY in love with each other, pretty much still growing in love. Haha.. She's an awesome cook, which explains of my fatness. Hahah.. She's also a great shoulder to lean on. She's also a best HUMAN friend (my bestest friend is Jesus, just in case you don't know) that I could ever have. She listens, cries together, laugh together and plays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  She's mightily indescribable. Really. She loves simplicity. When she love one makan place, she hardly try anything else. Unless keadaan tidak membenarkan. Haha. She's really good at making powerpoints, video editting and stuff, but never good at social networking. She say that she's a typical introvert, but when she goes out, she talks to anyone as is they had been good friends since ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥  She had been my mentor and buddy all these years. She teaches my anything, from cooking to spiritual things. She, although scolds me sometimes, loves me. That's the most inportant thing. She don't have to say that often, but everything she does shows her love and affection for us. She can sacrifice everything for a puny, tiny person (not physically though) like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN CONCLUSION,  I LOVE MY MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I MAYBE A BAD, BAD GIRL SOMETIMES,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;DEEP DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I repeat again. Happy birthday. And I love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2847937715077111269?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2847937715077111269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2847937715077111269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2847937715077111269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2847937715077111269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-mama-birthday-2010.html' title='♥ me mama birthday (2010) ♥'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-495179125011511412</id><published>2010-10-23T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T20:17:02.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear not, fret not</title><content type='html'>for He is with you. Every moment.&lt;br /&gt;for He is in you. Every breath you take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-495179125011511412?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/495179125011511412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=495179125011511412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/495179125011511412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/495179125011511412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/fear-not-fret-not.html' title='fear not, fret not'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5101521332678896383</id><published>2010-10-22T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:16:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a happy girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name: Joyce Ang Sze Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age: 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birthday: 09 October 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a God as a Father, a best friend, a counselor, a Saviour, a lover and EVERYTHING ELSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have His love letters for me. For anytime of the day, of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What else can I ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You Jesus for Your love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I AM INDEED A HAPPY GIRL!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5101521332678896383?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5101521332678896383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5101521332678896383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5101521332678896383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5101521332678896383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-happy-girl.html' title='i&apos;m a happy girl.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5156946539763573869</id><published>2010-10-22T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:29:43.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOR THE LORD YOUR GOD IS STRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5156946539763573869?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5156946539763573869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5156946539763573869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5156946539763573869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5156946539763573869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-lord-your-god-is-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-6193040060738526752</id><published>2010-10-22T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:26:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Daddy is so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;! So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIGHTY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing that He cannot do! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the reason why I'm asking you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You dare to bully me? My Daddy (that is God, naturally) is ALWAYS there for me. ALL THE TIME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You dare now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-6193040060738526752?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/6193040060738526752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=6193040060738526752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6193040060738526752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6193040060738526752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-dare.html' title='you dare?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4317446702970663774</id><published>2010-10-20T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:47:09.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20102010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just dropping by to post something here. Wanted to post on 101010 but lo, I missed the 100-year-chance. As a matter of fact, I did not even on the computer. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lame right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 20th October 2010, which makes up 20102010! Whee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks for even reading this (if there is actually anyone reading).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And congratulations. Because you have just wasted precious time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4317446702970663774?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4317446702970663774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4317446702970663774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4317446702970663774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4317446702970663774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/20102010.html' title='20102010'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3412202081665255923</id><published>2010-10-12T21:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:04:13.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like children.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear readers (i hope there are), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so sorry for not updating this humble bloggie of mine. I am utterly upset that I am not able to blog on my birthday (that is 9th Oct) and the special 10.10.10. Those are important dates to mean and i can't blog. Anyways, I can't blog because I have things that are WAY more important than blogging to do, and there are many reasons behind them, which I would not like to list them down because it will cause waste of precious space. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. I know the above (err.. what should I call it? err..) NOTE is kindda lame, and unmistakably &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, but that's the whole point of this post, becoming like a kid, relive childhood for sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, what actually brought me to this topis is something that happened in school today, which was just simply fun, fun, FUN!! Seriously, though there were funny/awesome/great things that had happened throughout this year (Form 4) so far, but never had there been something that was so fun. Playfully fun. Kiddishly fun. Awesomely fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enough with the intro,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I shall just get into my story. Today started like &lt;em&gt;ANY &lt;/em&gt;other day. Perhimpunan, then class (tries to keep quiet but failed badly at it), then (err... *laughs awkwardly) ponteng, then recess, as usual we makan-ed, chatted, jalan-jalan-ed, then had an inofficial gathering in front of the oh-so-small koperasi eating ice cream, BM period at the library, slept in between the book racks under the fan blowing right at me, went back, and there was the cool breeze. "Oh no," I thought, "how am I ever going to walk back in this weather? Oh God, please don't let it rain..." Then we started our way back to class. And this special day, we had (besides BM, of course) we had relief period all the way until the school ends, so we just chatted and laughed while the moniter tried to control our volumes. Haha. Before long, it started to rain. I randomly walked out to the balcony corridor (my classroom is on the first floor of the block, facing the field), looked at the rain and was asking if someone had brought a phone. Then, a crazy girl (Haha..) splashed some rain water on me. And after that everything started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started splashing her back, and she ran back into her classroom, which is next to mine, and some other dudes join in. And me, whose "hyper mode button" was accidentally turned on, filled my cupped hands with rain water and splash them on a dude's back. Which causes more "chaos". Soon enough, almost the whole upstairs of form 4 students, or specifically 16-year-olds were playing rain water like children. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this. The guys actually took their bottles (minimum 500 ml, maximum 1.5 litre) and filled them with rain water to the brim, and poured/splashed on each other. We bodies were literally totally wet. Really. Our school uniforms are soaking with water. Dripping like crazy. Haha. And that was fun. Sheer FUN!! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This whole thing lasted for &lt;em&gt;i'm-not-sure-how-long&lt;/em&gt;, maybe around 30 - 45 minutes, until the teacher next class came out to the corridor and we quickly went into classrooms. RANDOM classroom but the teacher's. Haha. It had been a long, long time since I had fun with them, and that was really good, just like when we were form 2. Happy days, I call them. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aren't playing like children happy? Don't we just enjoy ourselves when we stay pure hearted and not think so much about being ugly, not being so self-conscious? Well, I do. I am happy. I, in fact, feel younger. I feel not so stressed. I do not feel the suppressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 18:1-5 9 (New King James Version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, "Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;and said, "Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; "Therefore whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; "Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, when Jesus said that "become as little children", it doesn't mean that we are to act stupid like a kid, but rather as a kid trust his father. So we are the kid, and God be the Father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John 1:12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't it wonderful? As long a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;s we believe in Him, He gave us the right to become His children! What would be better than becoming God's beloved child? Pamped by Him, loved by Him, blessed by Him, and so many more! And the best thing is, He wants to give us the best of everything and give us to the fullest. Just like any daddy would do to his children. He provides them EVERYTHING. ALL. Not a thing less, even their so called "own money" is provided by the dad. If an earthly dad would give his children this much, how much more would our HEAVENLY CREATOR FATHER GOD give us? Immeasurable right? Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So let's be like children, pure hearted. And did you ever realise that every children has a kind of special glow in their faces? That's what God wants to give us. You know why? I think la.. Because we look good with it. Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before ending this post, I give you these verses that I just found. Actually I wanna type it earlier one, but I cannot find. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Luke 18:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;16 But Jesus calle dthem to Him and said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for such is the the kingdom of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;17 "Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;How great is our God. Amen? :) &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/578715396448201150-3412202081665255923?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3412202081665255923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3412202081665255923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3412202081665255923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3412202081665255923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-like-children.html' title='just like children.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3018217927229179656</id><published>2010-09-13T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:59:53.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonders of Your love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Wonder of Your Love by Hillsongs. Nice song a friend recomemded. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the video, click here &gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jyrpdztKIg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Wonder of Your Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You inhabit the praises of Your people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You delight in the glory of Your Son&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the love of the Father we will worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the kingdom of God we find home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonder of Your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will break the chains that bind us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The power of Your touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release us to worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing out to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all we are, we will worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy is Your name, holy is Your name oh God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonder of Your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will break the chains that bind us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The power of Your touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release us to worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ing out to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all we are, we will worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy is Your name, holy is Your name oh God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we will lift the name of Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together we'll sing of Your great love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will join with the angels to praise You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May our voices be pleasing to You God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wonder of Your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will break the chains that bind us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The power of Your touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Release us to worship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing out to God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all we are, we will worship You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy is Your name, holy is Your name oh God&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/578715396448201150-3018217927229179656?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3018217927229179656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3018217927229179656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3018217927229179656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3018217927229179656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/09/wonders-of-your-love.html' title='the wonders of Your love.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3944136002541623562</id><published>2010-09-13T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:59:37.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do not worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worrying has become a norm for everyone, no matter how young or how old you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me give examples of worrying for different age groups:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kids: I better keep my toy at a safe place, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just in case&lt;/span&gt; so-and-so come and steal it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teenagers (students): Oh my goshh. Exam is so freaking near already. I'm so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; la... Later if the results come out bad, I'm so screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adults (single): STRESS STRESS STRESS!! Tomorrow's the audit and I'm not done with this report yet.. I'm so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adults (with children): I'm so &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;worried&lt;/span&gt; for my children, I've done everything I can and their behaviour and everything is still so teruk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elderly: Why am I having pain here? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;.. Is this some kind sickness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't we have a kind of sick feeling inside when we worry? When we worry, we just don't have a peace of mind, which can lead to so many other things like get angry really easily, headache, lose focus on things, &lt;em&gt;et cetera&lt;/em&gt;. This is a fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT, the truth is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;we can choose not to be like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not say that. Jesus did. Let's take a look a passage in the Bible:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not worry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stire away in barns, and yet you heavenly Father feeds them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Are you not much more valuable than they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labour or spin. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; Yet I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not even Solomon in all his splendour was dressed like one of these.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; If this is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will He not much more clothe you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, O you of little faith? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt; For pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;I always love this passage, it assures so much! Don't you think so? I love the part where it says that "not even SOLOMON in ALL HIS SPLENDOUR was dresses like one of these (referring to the lillies)". As we all know, Solomon is the richest person that had ever walked Earth's surface. So can you imagine how luxurious he dress and live? But "will He not much more clothe you", God clothes us more than Solomon did in all his spendour. Much much more. And did you notice how the sparrows are always eating, always pecking on the ground? It might be a kosong ground, but somehow they are still eating! Where did the food come from? Look at verse 26. God provide them food! And Jesus asked us, ARE WE NOT MUCH MORE VALUABLE THAN THEY? We worth much more than birds. C'mon people, we are valuable in His eyes. He provides us food, drink, clothes, everything that we need. OUR HEAVENLY FATHER KNOWS THAT WE NEED THEM! (v32) That's why Jesus told us to not worry. Not even think, not even ask. He will give us. He provides. He is our Jehovah Jireh, our Provider. How wonderful is His love for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You, heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You, Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For this assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-3944136002541623562?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3944136002541623562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3944136002541623562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3944136002541623562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3944136002541623562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-not-worry.html' title='do not worry.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1960761249650594375</id><published>2010-09-08T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:07:52.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay. is this boredom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was planning to, you know, pack up this holiday with all sorts of fun, fuN, FUN activities like playing badminton till my arm, more specifically, my right arm dislocate, go yumcha with my darlings, or at least my friends (there ARE differences between "darlings" and "friends"), practice piano until my hands break apart, well, if not that serious, until my fingers fall off (it's still quite serious after all. Haha), go to the beach with, again, my darlings or my friends, or maybe go work to earn some of those ka-chings / big letter S with two poles vertically over it, revise my guitar and many, many more. But one thing that I don't wanna do is to sit down here in front of the thing that can be opened and closed like a laptop, that is, a laptop. I know this is lame, but it's kind of boring here. Sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I tell you what, I actually have lots of backlog homeworks. But too bad, I don't even want to think about them. Can you imagine spending the whole 2 weeks (well, not exactly) of holidays in homeworks? That is crazy. Only nerds do that. And I'm a geek. A COOL GEEK. Lol. What's up with self praising these days? Haha. Anyways, I'm still not gonna ignore Ms. Tan's homework, because if I don't do that, I am going to fail my physics and chemistry. Which is exactly what has happened to my Addmaths. Oh God, save my Addmaths!! Okay, and try to imagine doing those B.M. homeworks. It's not that I strongly dislike B.M., it's just that the teacher is, you know, unspeakable of. Let's skip this part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the whole reason of my failure in making my yumcha/badminton/hanging out dream a reality is :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number one, It's the holidays, and of course people travel to for instance, K.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number two, It's the holidays, and adults are still working, hence we lack transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number three, It the Raya holidays, and some people are at highway duty. Which contributes in the lack-of-people section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number four, It's the SPM trials right after the holidays, so even those who can drive are trying to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number five, (Please refer to Number four) because these people are trying to study, I do not want to disturb them, so as to not causing them bad results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number six, Some adults (please excuse the pun) said that holidays are the time to catch up with what we students have fallen behind, in other words, is doing homeworks. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Number seven, Some people just don't want to go lepak-ing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclusion, I am awfully sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as I had said in the previous post, I am trying to media fast. And I actually had make the scope smaller to only fasting from Facebook. And as I am typing right now, I have my Facebook page open. OH NO. I NEED SOME HELP HERE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's stop with the emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let me tell you a good, good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I FINALLY OWN A DSLR CAMERA!!! Wheeeee~ And I can actually explore this camera during the holidays. Thank You Jesus for the camera. Thank you Daddy for the camera. I love both of you!! But too bad, I love Jesus more :) Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm just gonna stop here. And am I actually bored? It's a "yes" and a "no". It's just how I choose to fill up my holidays with. I don't want it to pass me by with me thinking, "What had I done?" but instead, I want it to be over, leaving me feeling afresh, renewed, and with me saying, "Thank You Jesus for this wonderfully awesome holiday. Thank You for filling it up to its brim. Thank You Jesus for all you had done for me. Thank You Jesus for your blessings. Thank You Jesus for Your love for me." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-1960761249650594375?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1960761249650594375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1960761249650594375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1960761249650594375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1960761249650594375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-is-this-boredom.html' title='okay. is this boredom?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1484193231644837609</id><published>2010-09-06T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:52:02.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what is wrong with me. Seriously, I don't know what is wrong with me. Neither do I know what has happened to me. I get angry easily. I get frustrated easily. I cry easily. I shout at people easily. I lose my temper easily.I act like a baby. I get disappointed easily. I disappoint people often. I get lethargic easily, in fact most of the time. I throw things against the wall and see them crash into the floor. I always shout into my pillow. I tear paper. I always crash thing. I skip classes. I curse. I do terrible things. I fight back. I rebel. I don't know why I do things like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe she is right. I am a burden. I should get out of their perfect little lives. I should dig a hole and bury myself in it. I should shut up and shoot myself. I should DIE. They won't even shed a tear for me, I think. Since they loathe me so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINCE WHEN HAVE I BECOME THIS TERRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? THIS LOUSY? AM I EVEN A PERSON STILL? A HOMOSAPIEN? AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why. I don't know when. I don't know. Really, I don't know. Truly, I don't know. I know not what am I doing. Father, forgive me and help me. Help me from this pit of lousiness. Really. If I am that lousy, take me away. Remove me. Delete me. Delete me from the recycle bin. And see me and anything to do with me no more. And be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know why am I even typing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-1484193231644837609?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1484193231644837609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1484193231644837609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1484193231644837609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1484193231644837609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/09/idk.html' title='idk.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4034243291454105500</id><published>2010-09-03T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:27:00.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the hols again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whee! Here comes the holidays again! teehee~ xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And let me tell you a secret. I failed the first week of the media fast. Oh Lord, forgive me. For I know not what am I doing. Lol. I'm feeling really, really bad. As in ohmygosh-can't-I-do-it kind of bad, as well as ohmygosh-I-know-I-shouldn't kind of bad and also ohmygosh-I-am-so-sinful kind of bad. Actually I did something else as well, but I do not want to elaborate on it. Do not even ask me to. I feel dirty even thinking of it. *shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. So it's the holidays and I am trying to media fast. OHMYGOSH!! LORD, HAVE THY MERCY ON ME!!! It's hard to resist the computer (especially facebook) when it has already become a lifestyle, a habit. Thank God that He is with me throughout and thank God that tI have a blog ad thank God that I can write my feelings in it. As a conclusion, thank God for computers. Ohmygosh. I have to detach myself from computer before it consumes me. Literally consume me. Eat me up. From my brain. Tear me away from God. Crush my studies. Then my life. In the end, I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, I do know that. Argh, but it's like drug. Once you have an overdose of it, you're hooked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LESSON FROM THE ABOVE PASSAGE: TURN TO GOD ANYTIME, FOR WHATEVER PURPOSE IT IS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Let's put that topic aside. It's a depressing fact and doesn't match the happy occasion AT ALL. So, in order for me to forget the computer (there I go again, urgh. See my attachment to the computer?), I am going to occupy myself with any other things that are going to keep me away from the computer (see? SEE??). So, I'm planning to play badminton as much as possible (keep me away from home, as well as seeing the computer), practice lots and lots of piano, study addmaths, chemistry, biology, sejarah, finish theory homework, and the list goes on. You can't expect me to type out the entire list here right? Because if I do, it's gonna go KABOOM! and of course, TALK TO GOD EVERYDAY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like i used to (sadly) &lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah, and sing my heart out that is. Haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you know what? I'm gonna try to prevent myself from gossiping. I'm also gonna be trying to not think so much about relationships/crushes/anything-to-do-with-stuff-like-that, because before I promised myself that I'm gonna truly fall deeply in love with God first before getting into a relationship. And just for you to know, I know I can't possibly make them come true all by myself, my own strength, but Phillipians 3:14 says that "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me". So, it's gonna come true I'm sure. :) Thank you Jesus for you love for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's my holiday resolution. I don't go for new yer resolutions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I aim for short term goals that leads to long term goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get what I mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To all my dear Muslim friends, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To my other friends, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God bless all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The above statement when paraphrased will be, may God be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And always remember to smile!! And also JESUS!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4034243291454105500?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4034243291454105500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4034243291454105500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4034243291454105500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4034243291454105500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-hols-again.html' title='it&apos;s the hols again!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1122273178851534482</id><published>2010-08-31T18:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:58:29.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari kemerdekaan. independence day. 国家独立日. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/THziSbmwFmI/AAAAAAAAADY/MgH6o2lO3Bg/s1600/malaysia-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511528850270459490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/THziSbmwFmI/AAAAAAAAADY/MgH6o2lO3Bg/s320/malaysia-flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat Hari Kemerdekaan.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;国庆日快乐。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adakah kita betul-betul merdeka? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we truly independent/set free?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们真的独立了吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tidak. Saya tidak berasa demikian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不。我并不这么觉得。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marilah kita berganding bahu dan berdoa bersama-sama untuk tanah air tercinta ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's join hands and together we pray for our beloved country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;让我们同心协力，以期为我们心爱的祖国祷告。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hal ini kerana Yesus ialah Tuhan Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is because Jesus is Malaysia's God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这是因为主耶稣是马来西亚的上帝。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan Yesus cinta akan Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Jesus loves Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;主耶稣爱马来西亚。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doa, merupakan perkara yang penting sekarang ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer, is something really important these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;祷告，是一件重要的东西。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justeru, untuk mengharapkan sesuatu yang baik untuk berlaku, kita hendaklah berdoa kepada Tuhan Yesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, in order for good things to happen, we need to pray to Lord Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;因此，为了让所期待的美好事物发生，我们得祷告。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuhan memberkati Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;神祝福马来西亚。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya cinta akan Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;我爱马来西亚。&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/578715396448201150-1122273178851534482?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1122273178851534482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1122273178851534482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1122273178851534482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1122273178851534482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/hari-kemerdekaan-independence-day.html' title='hari kemerdekaan. independence day. 国家独立日. ♥'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/THziSbmwFmI/AAAAAAAAADY/MgH6o2lO3Bg/s72-c/malaysia-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-613879916505707348</id><published>2010-08-26T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:12:16.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where there is love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to say right now, at this moment. Had been thinking of what to post on this matter. Well, now that I already have it, I shall post it before i lose my inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where there is love, WE'LL BE THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Let us fill your life with joy and laughter, because you filled ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Togetherness, is all we're all after;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;We'll be there to protect you, to help you hold on, to help you stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;With an unselfish love that respects you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Just call our names, and we'll be right there, by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We shan't find someone else new, because you're just who we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And you know that he won't be better to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But we know that you're still there for us, just like we're there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We know that you'll be there, you know that we'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are convinced that you'll be there, as well as we'll be for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just whenever you need us, like now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just call our names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And we'll surely be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Encouraging you so that you know that we love you heaps, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Holding you so that you'll not fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Supporting you so that you know that we need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You and us must make a pact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We must bring everything back right, as it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;be cause where there is love, WE'LL BE THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We'll reach out our hand to you. As you reach out for ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We'll have faith in all you do, like you did that pushed us up into this realm of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just call our names, and we'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So people, let's all unite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Come into unity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hand in hand, heart to heart, eye to eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let there be love so strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BECAUSE WHERE THERE IS LOVE, WE'LL BE THERE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;YES, RIGHT THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-613879916505707348?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/613879916505707348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=613879916505707348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/613879916505707348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/613879916505707348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-there-is-love.html' title='where there is love.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7796095170499712262</id><published>2010-08-17T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:06:21.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy endings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone loves happy endings. Who doesn't? If you don't, you have serious psychological/mental problems. Please refer to your local psychologist. Haha. Anyways, I just wanna say that I really miss those days when I have so much time until i get to take long, long naps on the couch like no one's business, have a few days without any tuition (including piano), not so stressed up. And especially this, not so emo. I just hope that there is gonna be happy ending, no, I should rephrase, there ARE gonna be happy endingS out of all these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-7796095170499712262?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7796095170499712262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7796095170499712262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7796095170499712262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7796095170499712262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-endings.html' title='happy endings.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7742023644486206534</id><published>2010-08-13T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:27:56.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/TGVkZ2rdqgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1wSSAvjEvo0/s1600/Adelia_left_out-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504916514867620354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/TGVkZ2rdqgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1wSSAvjEvo0/s320/Adelia_left_out-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/578715396448201150-7742023644486206534?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7742023644486206534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7742023644486206534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7742023644486206534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7742023644486206534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/left-out.html' title='left out.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/TGVkZ2rdqgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1wSSAvjEvo0/s72-c/Adelia_left_out-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-462728802514192509</id><published>2010-08-13T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:17:40.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ not.</title><content type='html'>Some people can be so fake. They pretend that they love you, but actually they don't. They can post lots and lots of ♥ on your Facebook profile wall, but somehow, you know that that's insincere. Especially when those people that you love, those buddies that you think are the best people in the world. It hurts so much, you know? I know this post is a stupid move as well, but I need an outlet from exploding into bits and pieces. How stupid of me to throw them aside and move on. Stupid. But I love them too much to THROW them aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kill me&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/578715396448201150-462728802514192509?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/462728802514192509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=462728802514192509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/462728802514192509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/462728802514192509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/not.html' title='♥ not.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5998439925426582687</id><published>2010-08-10T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:51:56.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear God, be my everything. Please. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;P/S - listen to Lifehouse's "Everything".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5998439925426582687?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5998439925426582687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5998439925426582687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5998439925426582687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5998439925426582687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything.html' title='everything.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2334455883638026739</id><published>2010-08-10T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:31:37.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity.</title><content type='html'>Hello there, world. I'm back. Joyce is back. From whatever she's going through, she still manage to stay sane. Maybe somewhat a little insane, but at least she's still normal. Insanely normal. Lol. What am I talking about? Haha. Maybe that's because of whatever that's going on INSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know what am I thinking nowadays. Not literally don't know, but somehow I just don't know. You know that kind of feeling? Teenage confusion, some people may call that. Insanity, some people call that (I'm one of them, I guess). I, just dont know. Okay, now let's just stop with the "don't know" thingy. It's making everyone confused. At the very least, it's making ME confused. Lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Maybe I AM insane, but that's just part of the teenage life, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2334455883638026739?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2334455883638026739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2334455883638026739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2334455883638026739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2334455883638026739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/08/insanity.html' title='insanity.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-6079548047250163985</id><published>2010-07-25T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:50:24.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read today's date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what should I blog about today? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yeah! Happy birthday Allan Ng a.k.a Jack Jack of The Incredibles! Have a great one dude! Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And what else besides that? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. I shall talk about my day so far. I woke up at around 7.30 am, with my mother constantly saying, "Joyce, if you don't wake up now, you're gonna be late for church. And no one is gonna replace you for worship leading..." But I just nodded and gave some response and went back to sleep. Until my dad came up and pulled me out of bed. Yeah. Literally pulled me. Haha. So I went to the bathroom, bathed, brushed my teeth, quickly combed my hair and rushed out of the house. (It was 8.20 am already, and church is starting at 8.30 am. And the worship leader just finished rise and shine. Haha.) And did I mentioned that I'm having a terrible sore throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Despite the haste, WE, as in my whole family, arrived church on time. Haha. Thank God. We went up, settled down a lil', and my dad started chairing the service. (Yeah, he's today's chairperson. That's why he pulled me out of bed. LALALA~). Anyways, I started leading the worship, and it was good. Thank You Jesus for leading the worship with me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then after that, around 11.15 am, Jess Minn came and picked my up from church to HQ. (I changed at church.) We, as in Jess Minn, Mandy, Yue Jia and I, waited downstairs and chatted. Soon, Chee Yong came. Few minutes later, Quek came, not in his proper attire. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lol. Anyways, at around 11.45 am, I suggested if we wanna ring the doorbell. I tried to press the button, but lo, my arm is too short. (Because I'm so short.). Anyways, Jess Minn rang it, and said, "I did not ring the bell ar, Joyce did! JOYCE DID!" And I was like "hahahahahh". Then the sesame was opened. And we found out that our voice projection is actually so awesomely good that what we crapped downstairs can actually be heard upstairs. *WOW...* We went up, did what we're supposed to do, then we came back to earth. I mean, stepping on real solid ground. Not the solid CONCRETE. LAME~~ Then, we called our respective parents to come pick us up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5 to 10 minutes later, my parents came. I bid my darlings goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the car, my whole family was dicussing about where to go for lunch. But in the end, we decided that McD would be our lunch today. So we went to Megamall, then we ate. Then I saw Suexian, whom i waved at for 3 times and only responded after her mom told her of my presence. XD After lunch, I went to Popular to get some pens, my parents some stuff, and my brother went grabbing thing and ran to my dad asking if he can have it or not. And by the way, I met Lee Yee while going down the escalator. She was coming up and she called out," JOYCE! JOYCE! JOYCE!" And finally, I realised that she was calling after me, I turned, saw her, waved with a big smile. The kind of smile that you have when you are shocked, those that show all your teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After the brief, brief Megamall lunch trip, I went home. So sorry peeps, I ffk-ed you guys for not going to the session. Anyways, I came home, had a cooling bath, and onlined. Until now. With my earphones plugged into my ears, listening to songs in my phone. Updating my blog, occasionally chatting with some dude/dudette, stalking people on facebook, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. Here they are, my parents are finally back from their haircut. And they brought my early dinner back! Lot 66 chicken rice that is. It was good! Haha. When it comes to food, I just get so excited. I know not why. No wonder my size. Haha. Well, I'm going to theory class later. And I have yet to touch my homework. =X I'm doomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, that's my day so far. And, I still cant get you off my head. Oh my goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-6079548047250163985?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/6079548047250163985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=6079548047250163985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6079548047250163985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6079548047250163985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/read-todays-date.html' title='read today&apos;s date.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5841875658064773960</id><published>2010-07-22T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:35:24.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream came true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today seems to be like a dream. As in a sweet dream. But it ain't just a dream. It's a dream came true. A dream that we had been longing all these years, actually came true. All praise to God. To Jesus :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We practiced for 8 days, lo and behold, by God's grace, we finally got ourselves the ticket to the nationals, which is like so freaking soon. (NEXT WEEK!! ohmygodness) Well, not that I'm complaining, but it's so soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lalala~ anyways, I love you guys. All of you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Conductor: Jocelyn Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pianist: Jermaine Wong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Soprano: Hanim, Suexian, Joyce, Roxanne, Umi, Desiree, Zoe, Jia Ann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alto: Jess Minn, Yie Tyn, Meng Yee, Shar Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bass: Firdaus, Christopher, Jian Kit, Wy Jun, Yugesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We rock. Don't we, loves? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5841875658064773960?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5841875658064773960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5841875658064773960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5841875658064773960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5841875658064773960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/dream-came-true.html' title='dream came true.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-280455648620186104</id><published>2010-07-15T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:59:40.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little prayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Father Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do i feel so burdened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So burned out, so stressed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want to hide in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I wish to be under Your wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Protected from the arrows of my foes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm fearfully and wonderfully made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the human nature in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;has made me despise myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Your guidance, I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Your mercy, I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teach me, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for being there always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even at my loneliest moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In this lonesome journey called "Life",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Your limosine called "Grace and Mercy",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is always within my reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But you gave me the choice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;whether to call upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;seeking Your glorious face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to clean up this mess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;deep inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;within the yonder of darkness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my heart, mind and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O Father Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fill it with Your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And never let it fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;unknowingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You my Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You my bestest of the bestest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pouring out my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Letting me dial an S.O.S. to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love you. Because You first loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Jesus' awesome name, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-280455648620186104?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/280455648620186104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=280455648620186104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/280455648620186104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/280455648620186104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-prayer.html' title='A little prayer.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-8469774154679178469</id><published>2010-07-15T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:28:59.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-8469774154679178469?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/8469774154679178469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=8469774154679178469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8469774154679178469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8469774154679178469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2820345546405146027</id><published>2010-07-14T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:27:49.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ is an awesome shape! ♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love y'all my buddies! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2820345546405146027?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2820345546405146027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2820345546405146027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2820345546405146027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2820345546405146027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/is-awesome-shape.html' title='♥ is an awesome shape! ♥♥'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3381116529099390317</id><published>2010-07-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:03:01.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart choir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah! SMK Alor Akar's choir is back! We're awesome :) Love y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-3381116529099390317?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3381116529099390317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3381116529099390317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3381116529099390317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3381116529099390317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-heart-choir.html' title='i heart choir!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-8284192794046788820</id><published>2010-07-09T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:06:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wipe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;WIPE!! the piano. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After a million years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yep. That's what I did just now. Is also something that my mother was telling me to do waaay before i actually did it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, she has an awfully good reason behind it though. Haha. If you see my piano before I wiped it just now, and if I tell you that I just took my piano back from my old house, chances are, you might actually believe. LOL. This doesn't make sense at all. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, It's shiny, squeky clean now!! Yay!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-8284192794046788820?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/8284192794046788820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=8284192794046788820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8284192794046788820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8284192794046788820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/wipe.html' title='wipe!!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1394209280240356763</id><published>2010-07-09T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:38:43.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gladness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wheee! Went for badminton just now. At semambu court. 6pm-8pm. Went with my Daniel The Cow Cheng, my dear sista Esther, mr. Quek, and also Melvin. It was really nice playing with all of you! Haha. Since I wasn't the hostess, I went late. Blah, no la. It was because I had chinese tuition at 伍老师's which ended at 5.45 pm, plus the after-work jam which caused my mom to pick me up at only around 6 plus. Though I was 45 minutes late, I still got to play. A lot. Haha.. Very glad that I got to sweat! Muahaha. I'm also very happy that my mom let me eat her awesome, awesome dinner! Chicken rice.. *ooh lala!* Haha. By the way, my GLEE mood is back! I'm starting to miss Finn, Rachel, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;PUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Mercedes, Quinn, the gay guy (ohmygosh, i actually forgotten his name), Mr. Shuester, Sue Sylvester and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEY HAVE 19 NOMINATIONS! :D haha. Love them. Anyways, I'm happy. :) haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gladly love y'all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joyce =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-1394209280240356763?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1394209280240356763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1394209280240356763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1394209280240356763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1394209280240356763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/gladness.html' title='gladness'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7091393149039529131</id><published>2010-07-08T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:28:14.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a typical post of a fat girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL. I seriously gotta lose some freakin' weight la. You know why? Because I'm fat. So, so, so fat. As if my body is made up of nothing else but fats. First, it's the "cute" double chin. Then, it's the big and flabby tummy. After that, it's the arm that wobbles when I wave. Followed by the huge, thick thighs and the large sized calves. Oh yeah, And the fat face. That makes everyone feel like pinching it, or rather, squeeze the fat out of it. They say that this, is cute, chubby, and not fat. For goodness sake la, I know the meaning behind that la. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, here I am, asking everyone, how can I lose weight. I have to because I'm gonna be onstage sometime soon, and I don't want to be the big blotch of fat occupying the whole space. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I have had make a decision. From now on, I'm not gonna eat my lunch after school. And I'm just gonna eat a teeny weeny bit for dinner. And I'm gonna stop eating anything except liquid food a few days before I go onstage. Oh yeah, not forgetting the MUCH, MUCH &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sit-ups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exercise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. Desicion made is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yes! I'm gonna do it! Joyce Ang Sze Jie lose weight! I can make unsolidity into pure hard solidity. Yeah. That's the day, uh huh uh huh, I love it, uh huh uh huh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-7091393149039529131?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7091393149039529131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7091393149039529131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7091393149039529131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7091393149039529131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/typical-post-of-fat-girl.html' title='a typical post of a fat girl'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3867454992054235608</id><published>2010-07-07T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:17:46.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>justice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm speechless. Ess-pee--ee-ee-cee-hedge-elle-ee-ess-ess. Ohmygosh. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? How would I know, right? You said that you want it fair. Long time ago, you said that we're gonna get it. You were so sure. What about now? What had you decided on? What had you done? You gave it away. Gave it to some people. You said that we had had enough already. You took pity on them. You said we should let it away. You said that things would be much fairer this way. Is it? IS IT? Nope. You want to be fair to them, on the other hand, are you playing it fair with us? Nope. You said that we shouldn't complain. we have enough already. What on earth are you talking about? Do they deserve it? Did they sacifice like we do? Did they do things the way we do it? Why you did that? I don't know. You're just crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But you know what? We're gonna correct this wrong. We're gonna redo it. We have our good reasons. We're gonna win this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Look who's gonna laugh in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that I'm not that speechless after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-3867454992054235608?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3867454992054235608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3867454992054235608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3867454992054235608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3867454992054235608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/justice.html' title='justice?'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2869142496399221573</id><published>2010-07-05T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:46:21.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally. Yeah, finally, my long-awaited piano exam. Well, it wasn't as bad as I had expected, but still, it's not that good. So, I wanna thank everyone that had been walking with me through this exam, thank you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lots of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2869142496399221573?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2869142496399221573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2869142496399221573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2869142496399221573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2869142496399221573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/07/piano-exam.html' title='piano exam.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-6308112184561707301</id><published>2010-06-21T18:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:48:43.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me lifey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wokay. Here i am again. It has been a long, long time since i had updated my bloggie, I was kind of demotivated already, but somehow, after reading some friends' blogs, I think i should at least update a little. muahaha.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Oops*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, what am I gonna talk about? I wonder. My laptop (or rather, my modem) is slow at uploading pictures. That's the reason there isn't much&lt;/span&gt; IdontthinkIevenhave&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; pictures in here. Lol. Anyways, the school reopened today, after two weeks of holidays. And I've got to admit, I MISS THE HOLIDAYS!! I miss hanging out with the dudes and dudettes, I miss St. John-ing, I miss playing badminton with my new-found friends through training, I miss the trainings, I miss the life that the holidays gave me, I even miss the competition. Ohmygosh, these flash backs really do make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sniffs sniffs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But, life has return. SCHOOL life has return. This is just sad, sad, sad. We have to face the reality of homeworks, more homeworks, and worst of all, our mid-year exam results. Crappy, if you ask me. But at least, i had passed my addmaths! *beams* and please people, don't laugh at this.. It really do mean a lot to me. Blah, blah, blah. Anyways, my results aren't THAT bad, at least for now. I really, really, earnestly hope I kind do as well in my other subjects too, especially my physics, chemistry and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;. Bio is a real killer subject mann.. But still, I know that God was, and still is with me. I'm sure He's gonna shower me with His AWESOME, AWESOME blessings! teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oops, it's getting late now, I gotta leave here before SOMEONE comes after me. If you get what I mean. Haha! So long dear bloggie, until I see thou again. *salutes* till then, I'll work hard, with prayers and God's blessings as supplements. God bless you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;joycee :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-6308112184561707301?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/6308112184561707301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=6308112184561707301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6308112184561707301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/6308112184561707301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-lifey.html' title='me lifey'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-8238165237134139729</id><published>2010-04-25T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:59:26.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thank you Jesus for being my Lord, my best friend, my Saviour, my brother, my EVERYTHING. Yeah. Jesus is my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you!! love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-8238165237134139729?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/8238165237134139729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=8238165237134139729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8238165237134139729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8238165237134139729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks.html' title='thanks :)'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3976577148438119113</id><published>2010-03-29T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:12:30.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shepherd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It'd been a very long time since I updated this blog. It's half-dead. xP Almost everyone i know have hectic schedules, and still, they have the time to update their respective blogs. Sometimes i wonder where they got all those time, I want to get some too... *pouts* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well anyways, despite of all the tiredness, I'm very assured that God's walking along with me in this (exhausting) journey of my life. God is like our shepherd. Through thick and thin, he is with us. When we're down, He's with us. When we're feeling great, (often we forget that) He's with us too! He always wants the best for us. Let's look at the passage below :--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; The LORD is my shepherd;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall not want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; He makes me to lie down in green pastures;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leads me besides the still waters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; He restores my soul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He leads me in the paths of righteousness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For His name's sake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; Yea, though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will fear no evil;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You are with me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You anoint my head with oil;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cup runs over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the days of my life;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, with Him around, there's nothing else that I desire. He always want the best for us, He wants it so badly that He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;let His Son suffer all the pain, all the shame, on that cross. And He knows that we're gonna do wrong stuff sometimes, He's gonna lead us, guide us, to be righteous. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOUGH I WALK THROUGH DANGER/DEATH/SADNESS/SIN/WHATEVER-YOU-CALL-HORRIBLE, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL, BECAUSE HE IS WITH ME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He always bless us, even when we're in trouble, He blesses us till we OVERFLOW. Guaranteed, goodness and mercy will follow us (or in the real text, CHASE AFTER US!!) when we dwell in God's house (love) forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's why I looooove Him so much. He provides, protects, loves, blesses, comforts, teaches, guides, walks with us, sacrifices, leads. He make everything complete. That's why despite all things, I still feel great! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are not super people. We are vulnerable. That's why we are called sheep. Sheep have nothing to protect them but their shepherd. God is our shepherd and so we shall trust in Him. No matter what. He is almighty, omnipresent, all-knowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You Lord for being my shepherd. Amen. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s this post is rather unorganised. I hope that you wouldn't mind me. hehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God bless you :) xoxo&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/578715396448201150-3976577148438119113?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3976577148438119113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3976577148438119113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3976577148438119113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3976577148438119113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/03/shepherd.html' title='shepherd'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4144393400418127395</id><published>2010-02-14T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:29:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make me melt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                         make me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                     make me cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                            make me feel useful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You always do that to me. Love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if it's for real, but at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I LIKE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4144393400418127395?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4144393400418127395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4144393400418127395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4144393400418127395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4144393400418127395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-me.html' title='make me'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4292323053271106908</id><published>2010-02-13T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:55:10.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the L word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wonder what word is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i magine the always-appear-strong joyce falling in that word and sometimes ss bout that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really really wana scream out *that* word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4292323053271106908?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4292323053271106908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4292323053271106908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4292323053271106908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4292323053271106908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/02/l-word.html' title='the L word'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7418093554376470570</id><published>2010-01-28T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:28:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST LYPG OF YEAR 2010!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LYPG&lt;/span&gt; IS BACK!!! *whoohoo~!* IT'S GONNA BE :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ON THIS COMING SUNDAY (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;31/1/2010&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;AT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUANTAN PRESBYTERIAN CENTER&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FROM &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3PM - 4.30PM&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SO BLOCK YOUR DATES PEOPLE!! AND COME HERE AND MEET YOUR ALMIGHTY CREATOR GOD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GOD BLESS Y'ALL PEOPLE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Joyce Ang :))&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/578715396448201150-7418093554376470570?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7418093554376470570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7418093554376470570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7418093554376470570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7418093554376470570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-lypg-of-year-2010.html' title='FIRST LYPG OF YEAR 2010!!!!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7277175509991875255</id><published>2010-01-26T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:24:17.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this. It's REALLY awesome :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A friend of mine recommended me to read this blog post. It's really nice, so I copy it over here so that i could share it with ALL of you guys :) God bless ya :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came across this interesting forwarded email that leads you in a round of debate and ends with the conclusion that in life, faith is so ever-important.&lt;br /&gt;It’s rather lengthy but it is worth reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: The word of ‘God’ may be offensive or difficult to accept by some people. In this case, you may replace the word and the word ‘Jesus Christ’ with any other divine being or ascended master that you have faith in. Remember, God is only a label for that which is the Source of all Life, One with everything and Unconditionally loving.&lt;br /&gt;= = =&lt;br /&gt;‘Let me explain the problem science has with Jesus Christ.’ The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You’re a Christian, aren’t you, son?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes sir,’ the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘So you believe in God?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Absolutely.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Is God good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Sure! God’s good.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Are you good or evil?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘The Bible says I’m evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor grins knowingly. ‘Aha! The Bible!’ He considers for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Here’s one for you. Let’s say there’s a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes ! sir, I would.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘So you’re good…!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘I wouldn’t say that.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘But why not say that? You’d help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn’t.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student does not answer, so the professor continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘He doesn’t, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student remains silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘No, you can’t, can you?’ the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Let’s start again, young fella Is God good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Er…yes,’ the student says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Is Satan good?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student doesn’t hesitate on this one. ‘No.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Then where does Satan come from?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student : ‘From…God…’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘That’s right. God made Satan, didn’t he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes, sir.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Evil’s everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything, correct?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘So who created evil?’ The professor continued, ‘If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without allowing the student to answer, the professor continues:&lt;br /&gt;‘Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student: ‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘So who created them?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Who created them? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Tell me,’ he continues onto another student. ‘Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student’s voice is confident: ‘Yes, professor, I do.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old man stops pacing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Have you ever seen Jesus?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘No sir. I’ve never seen Him’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Then tell us if you’ve ever heard your Jesus?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘No, sir, I have not.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Have you ever actually felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘No, sir, I’m afraid I haven’t.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yet you still believe in him?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Nothing,’ the student replies. ‘I only have my faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes, faith,’ the professor repeats. ‘And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Professor, is there such thing as heat?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes,’ the professor replies. ‘There’s heat.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘And is there such a thing as cold?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes, son, there’s cold too.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘No sir, there isn’t.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;‘You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don’t have anything called ‘cold’. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes,’ the professor replies without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘What is night if it isn’t darkness?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have Nothing and it’s called darkness, isn’t it? That’s the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn’t. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘So what point are you making, young man?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor’s face cannot hide his surprise this time. ‘Flawed? Can you explain how?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘You are working on the premise of duality,’ the student explains. ‘You argue that there is life and then there’s death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something e can measure. Sir, science can’t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor begins to shake his head, stillsmiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but preacher?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the Commotion has subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The student looks around the room. ‘Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor’s brain?’ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The class breaks out in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor’s brain, felt the professor’s brain, touched or smelled the professor’s brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the room is silent. The professor jus t stares at the student, his face unreadable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. ‘I guess you’ll have to take them on faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,’ the student continues. ‘Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responds, ‘Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man’s inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To this the student replied, ‘Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The professor sat down.&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/578715396448201150-7277175509991875255?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7277175509991875255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7277175509991875255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7277175509991875255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7277175509991875255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/01/read-this-its-really-awesome.html' title='Read this. It&apos;s REALLY awesome :)'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1940520228273674858</id><published>2010-01-18T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:51:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unbreak my heart, when you do not even know that you broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for the experience of loving you when you do not love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When would you ever realise that? Never, i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let me cry. Let me sob. Let me release. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-1940520228273674858?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1940520228273674858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1940520228273674858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1940520228273674858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1940520228273674858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me.html' title='Let Me.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-213382787496788195</id><published>2010-01-16T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:33:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's you there in my heart again. Why is that so? I have no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've got to tell you that at times, i miss you so much that i almost cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm lost. I must follow and confide in Him first before anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Father God, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blablabla..sooo sry. joyce's crapping again. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-213382787496788195?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/213382787496788195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=213382787496788195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/213382787496788195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/213382787496788195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/01/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2902940412997175007</id><published>2010-01-14T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:17:26.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace in action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For such is the Grace of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Psalms 91 says :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He who dwells in the shelter of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most High &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will rest in the shadow of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Almighty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will say to the Lord, "He is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;refuge and my fortress, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my God, in whom i trust."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surely He will save you from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fowler's snare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and from the deadly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pestilence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will cover you with His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feathers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and under His wings you will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;find refuge; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His faithfulness will be your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shied and rampart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will not fear the terror of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;night, nor the arrow that flies by day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nor the pestilence that stalks in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the darkness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nor the plague that destroys at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;midday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A thousand may fall on your side, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ten thousand at your right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it will not come near you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will only observe with your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and see the punishment of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wicked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you make the Most High your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dwelling -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even the LORD, who is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;refuge -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then no harm will befall you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no disaster will come near your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For He will command his angels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;concerning you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to guard you in all ways; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they will lift you up with their hands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that you will not strike your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;foot against a stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will tread upon the lion and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the cobra; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you will trample the great lion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the serpent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Because he loves me," says the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LORD, "I will rescue him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will protect him, for he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;acknowledges my name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He will call upon me and I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;answer him; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be with him in trouble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will deliver him and honour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With long life will I satisfy him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and show him my salvation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Psalms 91, NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amen, people. God loves you. You are his dear child. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2902940412997175007?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2902940412997175007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2902940412997175007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2902940412997175007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2902940412997175007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-grace-in-action.html' title='God&apos;s grace in action.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5475896992426428808</id><published>2009-12-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:39:44.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rice is yummy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;rice is yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SzYuBBtJHDI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wRN3t7DlOM/s1600-h/rice-bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419569796759493682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SzYuBBtJHDI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wRN3t7DlOM/s320/rice-bowl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUMMY RICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5475896992426428808?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5475896992426428808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5475896992426428808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5475896992426428808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5475896992426428808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/12/rice-is-yummy.html' title='rice is yummy.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SzYuBBtJHDI/AAAAAAAAACc/2wRN3t7DlOM/s72-c/rice-bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7855644858676128777</id><published>2009-12-22T18:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:50:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This song touched me. Just by listening to this song makes me want to cry. This is the lyrics. I tried to upload the video but i have no idea why it can't. Garh. Anyway, I'll try to upload the video some other time. Hope you'll enjoy the lyrics, or rather you'd just go and search for the video yourselves. So sorry for the inconvenience. Anyway, the lyrics are awesome also. Hope you'll enjoy it. God bless you people. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TILL I SEE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Hillsongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The greatest love that anyone could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It overcame the cross and grave to find my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Till I see you face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With all I am I'll live to see Your kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And in my heart I pray You'd let Your will be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And till I see you face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You are the voice that called the universe to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You are the whisper in my heart that speaks to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And till I see You face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live a child in awe of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You alone are God of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You alone are worthy Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And with all I am my soul will bless Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You alone are God of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You alone are worthy Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And with all I am my soul will bless Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The greatest love that anyone could ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It overcame the cross and grave to find my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Till I see you face to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And grace amazing takes me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live to bring You praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will live a child in awe of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/578715396448201150-7855644858676128777?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7855644858676128777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7855644858676128777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7855644858676128777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7855644858676128777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/12/till-i-see-you.html' title='Till I See You'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7565690583675671557</id><published>2009-12-12T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:29:54.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz</title><content type='html'>Lol. I have 26 alphabets as a title. HOWLAMEISTHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Baah! (adibahdunperasan XD)&lt;br /&gt;OK. anyway, i dun really have anything to blog about, just wana update my blog for the sake of updating it since i have some time spare over here. So, it's kind of *um...* boredom in the midst of busyness.&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm going to esp camp tomorrow, so WHEEE! i'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;2) I have to practice the finger-stretching *torturous* song, i'm playing the secondo part of a duet named "Christmas Eve". It's a nice song but the chords are trying to tear my fingers or my hands into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm addicted to twitter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! so, hols isn't o bad after all, but still, i'm felling bored despite of the busyness.&lt;br /&gt;this is serious paradox isn't? garh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes. God loves people like us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-7565690583675671557?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7565690583675671557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7565690583675671557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7565690583675671557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7565690583675671557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/12/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz.html' title='abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-8530991085934683009</id><published>2009-10-28T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:38:56.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SuheX6XDWiI/AAAAAAAAACE/d02kD9djPCg/s1600-h/teardrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397667918299486754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SuheX6XDWiI/AAAAAAAAACE/d02kD9djPCg/s320/teardrops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What do they mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hopelessness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Proudness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Loss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Victory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Relief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Most people think that they are symbol of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When it can actually mean so many things other than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something you do when you are upset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it vice versa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is a verb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a verb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neutral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means NOTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why do people think that it's not good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah.. laughter is the medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when we laugh too much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's tears too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's crying too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hiding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why do people hide their tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is it a shame to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do we hide our tears when we cry as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Not a person do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;People hide their tears because they..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;feel weak when they cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;want to look as if they don't care about somethings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hide their feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;pretend to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why do we want to stop our feelings from flowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Imagine a pipe with water flowing through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Imagine that you are must stop the water from flowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You stop the water by closing the outlet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing happen for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But after sometime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;the pipe break off from the tap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you try to control your tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;something bad may happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Depression maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;sorry people. joyec crapping yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LoL!&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/578715396448201150-8530991085934683009?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/8530991085934683009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=8530991085934683009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8530991085934683009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/8530991085934683009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/10/tears.html' title='...tears...'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SuheX6XDWiI/AAAAAAAAACE/d02kD9djPCg/s72-c/teardrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2785655730821952536</id><published>2009-10-19T16:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T16:53:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orang gila crapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAN&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;MISSION BEGINS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE LIKES HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE DONT WANT TO LIKE HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE IS TEPUK-ING SEBELAH TANGAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE DONT WANT TO DO THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE IS GOING MAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE IS ALWAYS MAD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;WHY IS JOYCE LIKE THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE IS NOT MADE TO BE LIKE THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE CANNOT BE LIKE THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;GOD MAKE A JOYFUL JOYCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE IS CRAPPING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;SHE ALWAYS IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE = ORANG GILA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;THAT'S WHY JOYCE LIKES HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE ANG SZE JIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE ANG SZE JIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE ANGSZE JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCEAN GSZE JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE ANGSZEJIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCEANGSZEJIEJOYCEANGSZEJIEJOYCEANGSZEJIEJOYCEANGSZEJIEJOYCEANGSZEJIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;JOYCE SAYS SORRY FOR BEING INTIMIDATING OR ANNOYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;SORRY. MAAF. DUI BU QI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;BYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;TRANSMISSION ENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;sudah sah i'm orang gila.&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/578715396448201150-2785655730821952536?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2785655730821952536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2785655730821952536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2785655730821952536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2785655730821952536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/10/orang-gila-crapping.html' title='orang gila crapping'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-1835627606852260523</id><published>2009-10-19T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:44:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blu blu</title><content type='html'>Hmm...actually ku dah kena tag very long dah...and i'm doing it now. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;--hmm...practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you ever turn your handphone off?&lt;br /&gt;--only when my phone battery dies out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;--was at school. And the noob host just turned up. XD *no offence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;-- God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Believe in Fate/Destiny?&lt;br /&gt;--yep. of course i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you want in life now?&lt;br /&gt;--get REALLY close to God. and to be more normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;--just go under the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to do in bed?&lt;br /&gt;--lie around and sleep. or maybe read or just do nothing. whateva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What bottoms are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;--um...tom girls shorts and panty. LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the nicest things in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;--messages from my crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;--hmm...i sorta always do that xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone?&lt;br /&gt;--nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;--i can't remember...that was like AGES ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;--i'm proud to be God's child. and being a aprt of my family (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What does the oldest text message in your inbox say and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;em&gt;nooneonearthwouldrememberthat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;--um...a song. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*lame*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;-- toomuch..uncountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does the newest text message say and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;-- *sticking out my tongue and squeez my eyes closed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;19. What time did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-- some time after 12 am. maybe around 1 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;20. Are you currently happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-- think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;-- my Papa in heaven =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;-- hmm...i can try that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who did you talked to on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;-- no one. just texted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is something bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- so far, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who is the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;-- haha... my ma. and her blur-ness xD &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*jahatnye...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;-- most of the time yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You want $5 or $10?&lt;br /&gt;-- ($5 x $10)1000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you think you are stupid sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;--yep. i mean, who wouldn't??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who is your best best best friend?&lt;br /&gt;-- God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What will you do if you like that boy?&lt;br /&gt;-- do nothing much and try very, very hard to not to show it. failed a lot on that though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who are your favourite stars?&lt;br /&gt;-- stars that come out of nebulae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You hate your mother sometimes in some ways?&lt;br /&gt;-- idunwanatalkaboutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you had even stead before?&lt;br /&gt;-- what does that supposed to mean?? LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What type of boy do you like?&lt;br /&gt;-- i choose to shut up. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Now are you single/attached?&lt;br /&gt;-- i'm single. but i'm always attached to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this tag to 10 people!&lt;br /&gt;1. JessMinn&lt;br /&gt;2. Suexian&lt;br /&gt;3. Yietyn&lt;br /&gt;4. SharMin&lt;br /&gt;5. Esther&lt;br /&gt;6. Daniel Cheng&lt;br /&gt;7. Mandy&lt;br /&gt;8. MarcusDS&lt;br /&gt;9. Adibah&lt;br /&gt;10. Mengwey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Would you date number 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-- who wouldn't wanna hangout with a sista-friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Number 2 just got in a car crash. How do you react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-- get shocked and keep on interceding for her until she gets well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. You see number 9 with your boy/girlfriend. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;--slap her and stay away from her. and, leave that bastard guy unless there are logical explaination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You come home and and your room has been ransacked by number 4.&lt;br /&gt;-- claim my stuff back from her and lock my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Number 1 is acting weird.&lt;br /&gt;-- both of us are.. betul? mad people. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Numbers 3 &amp;amp; 8 decide to give 10 a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;-- do yietyn and marcus know each other? and OH MY GOSH!!! RUN AWAY MENG WEY XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Number 7 just got tickets for him/her and you to go to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;-- how sweet of her to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Number 10 takes you to a bar.&lt;br /&gt;-- wow... unbelievable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Number 4 has to move to the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;-- ohh. are you going to London?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You and number 8 are being chased by the cops for an unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;-- are they chasing us for Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. Number 7 and you are sitting on the couch watching a movie when he/her wrap his/her arm around you.&lt;br /&gt;-- THAT WOULDN'T HAPPEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Number 5 asks you out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;-- thanks alot sis =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Number 9 and you are sitting on a bus.&lt;br /&gt;-- we're going to kinokuniya to grab LOADS of books (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Number 6 calls you in the middle of the night because he/she can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-- ohh...whasupp?? dun disturb me now. ku nak tidur. bye. sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You're walking with someone and number 6 runs up and tackles you to the ground from behind.&lt;br /&gt;-- OMG...dun crush me into bits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Number 1 is crying one day and you ask him/her why and it seems their boy/girlfriend has dumped them.&lt;br /&gt;-- he's a jerk. there're lots of other guys for a beautiful girl like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Number 2 offers to bake you a meal. As you sit in the other room, the kitchen is suddenly aflame.&lt;br /&gt;-- ohh... can she cook??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Number 4 comes to your door one day holding a koala.&lt;br /&gt;-- of course she wouldn't tell me that she went to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Number 4 just got you an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;-- what is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Number 9 challenges you to a children's card game!&lt;br /&gt;-- LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Number 1 thinks he/she's overweight.&lt;br /&gt;-- she must be crazy! IF she's overweight, then i'm SUPER OBESE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Number 7 looks lonely.&lt;br /&gt;-- i shall teman her. if she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Number 2 asks you rudely to go leave her/him alone.&lt;br /&gt;-- i shall leave her alone first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Numbers 5 and 3 decide to throw a surprise party for you.&lt;br /&gt;-- hmm... number 5? maybe... but i dun think both of them know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Number 6 decide to dye his/her hair black. What do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;-- isn't your hair black now? why waste then money...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Number 7 tells you he/she is going to go out for a while, and then later you hear about a shooting where he/she went.&lt;br /&gt;-- she's sooo slim that a bullet wouldn't hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You catch number 9 by him/herself, crying.&lt;br /&gt;-- what did zakwan did to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Numbers 1, 3, 5 and 6 all tackle you at once. Is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;-- that wouldn't POSSIBLY happen. but.. who knows? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-1835627606852260523?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/1835627606852260523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=1835627606852260523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1835627606852260523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/1835627606852260523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/10/blu-blu.html' title='blu blu'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4202454261261080587</id><published>2009-10-10T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:40:38.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep. I know PMR isn't over yet. But my mom stumbled over thsi video in YouTube and shared it with me. It is really, really inspiring. Some parts in this video us also quite shocking &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*in a good way*&lt;/span&gt;. So there you go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Famous Failures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="328" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30ae0dd74c5f1eda" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30ae0dd74c5f1eda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331300069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71E6FDDC13E0D79AD2873E8564422A91931855DA.260DF6956F8E0F16D8BEE53C830E7F9159E05C65%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30ae0dd74c5f1eda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlfJLFn0Zwpzjcjw_S9bSeCUYUEg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="328" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30ae0dd74c5f1eda%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331300069%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D71E6FDDC13E0D79AD2873E8564422A91931855DA.260DF6956F8E0F16D8BEE53C830E7F9159E05C65%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30ae0dd74c5f1eda%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlfJLFn0Zwpzjcjw_S9bSeCUYUEg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's very inspiring isn't it? If we never failed, we never lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4202454261261080587?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4202454261261080587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4202454261261080587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4202454261261080587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4202454261261080587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/10/famous-failures.html' title='Famous Failures'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4454875428818405925</id><published>2009-08-19T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:52:28.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatty.</title><content type='html'>me = fatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGENDA TO BE &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ACCOMPLISHED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. stop eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;3. control my diet.&lt;br /&gt;4. study more to distract myself from food.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE MILK CHOCOLATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My prayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I pray that you'll take away my lust for food. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4454875428818405925?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4454875428818405925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4454875428818405925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4454875428818405925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4454875428818405925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/08/fatty.html' title='fatty.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4323645232470006639</id><published>2009-08-06T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:03:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoL</title><content type='html'>My father shared this joke with me. I find it pretty funny so i decided to post it up on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I was in the pub yesterday when I suddenly realized that I desperately needed to fart. The music was really, really loud, so I timed my farts with the beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After a couple of songs, I started to feel better. I finished my pint and noticed that everyone was staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagined the song to be those typical disco songs, you know 'mm.pph.mm.pph' beat boxing type.&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed quite funny. But I also had mixed feelings. What if this person is me? I would be totally embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the conclusion is, before deciding to fart according to the music, remember if you are wearing any earphones. LoL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4323645232470006639?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4323645232470006639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4323645232470006639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4323645232470006639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4323645232470006639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title='LoL'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7656170007663251299</id><published>2009-08-02T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:54:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M.SO.BUSY.LIKE.THIS.PICTURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnViGm_InMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AEWXM_N4l00/s1600-h/17-33-54-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365302396765904066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnViGm_InMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AEWXM_N4l00/s320/17-33-54-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce arh!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to remember all these stuff...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET CLOSER TO GOD SO THAT HE CAN GO CLOSER TO YOU!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. PMR is coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. PMR trials is even nearer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. After that is your Grade 5 Theory exam. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*some people may say 'giler. baru Grade 5. NOOB!'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. LYPG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Practice piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Don't be glued to books and tv so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do devotion everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Don't ever forget prayer slot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Don't eat so much and exercise more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. hehe...online, facebook and blog more...shh... don't tell my ma.. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omg.OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many stuff to do. I NEED TIME. can i have more than 24 hours a day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i can't possibly do that. yah, time-planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord Jesus, i pray that i'll knoe how to plan my time wisely. Lord, i pray that you'll give me strength. In Jesus name i pray, AMEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope my prayer will be answered. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trying to rock on for our God that rocks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joyce =)&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/578715396448201150-7656170007663251299?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7656170007663251299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7656170007663251299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7656170007663251299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7656170007663251299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/08/imsobusylikethispicture.html' title='I&apos;M.SO.BUSY.LIKE.THIS.PICTURE.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnViGm_InMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AEWXM_N4l00/s72-c/17-33-54-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-4469874643141234589</id><published>2009-07-16T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:05:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mabuk-ed</title><content type='html'>haha. the last post punya date dah tersalah. it's 16th July 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha xD paiseh betul. really mabuk dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;br /&gt;When you make a mistake, just correct it and laugh about it. But remember to leave it in the past. And just smile on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocking on for God despite hard life,&lt;br /&gt;Joycee =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-4469874643141234589?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/4469874643141234589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=4469874643141234589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4469874643141234589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/4469874643141234589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/07/mabuk-ed.html' title='mabuk-ed'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-2819561279793542918</id><published>2009-07-16T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:58:26.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku bertekad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 days to PMR trials...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85 days to PMR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;days are counting down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;my heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;sweat flows down my brow.&lt;br /&gt;and drip on my sejarah text book.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to finish revising all of them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody.&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;anybody will do.&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;NEED.&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tic toc tic toc tic toc tic toc....&lt;br /&gt;it's like the songs in  horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;but it's also the beautiful-est music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 days to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 14th July already.&lt;br /&gt;PMR 2009. Beware. I will conquer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sealed with conviction by,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-2819561279793542918?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/2819561279793542918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=2819561279793542918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2819561279793542918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/2819561279793542918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/07/aku-bertekad.html' title='aku bertekad.'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-5377349807212880518</id><published>2009-07-01T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:31:14.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July's LYPG</title><content type='html'>Hey! There'll be an LYPG this coming Sunday (5th July 2009) at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wesley Methodist Church&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - 5.30pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;. All you need to bring are your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart for God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's just that simple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, come and enjoys the presence of God together with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See you there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-5377349807212880518?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/5377349807212880518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=5377349807212880518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5377349807212880518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/5377349807212880518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/07/julys-lypg.html' title='July&apos;s LYPG'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-402485513219162881</id><published>2009-03-24T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:28:39.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>**speechless**</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;          I'm very sorry that i abandoned you for such a loooooong time. I hope i'm not going to do that agian. Sorryzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-402485513219162881?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/402485513219162881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=402485513219162881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/402485513219162881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/402485513219162881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2009/03/speechless.html' title='**speechless**'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-7035557979374501840</id><published>2008-12-23T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:20:43.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story told by The StoryTeller...'/><title type='text'>The Tale of the Caroling Team</title><content type='html'>Wow... Christmas is COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a really special year because this year rocks! *LOL* Actually this year my church's sister sunday school and youth gathering which is -- Megakids and MegaYouth is having a caroling team. And... something really amazing happened.... There goes the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there's a caroling team. They wanted to sing and share God's Christmas love to the non-believers. They wanted to sing at their homes. But, too bad, no one but one wanted to open their homes. So they are very, very upset... T.T... Because all their effort of preparing and practicing are all wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a person from a place heard of the sad tale of their effort. He also heard that the chief of a faraway land called Swiss Garden wanted a caroling team. *ding* "Aha!" thought he, "this can work. The caroling team can come here!" And so, he told this to the leader of that caroling team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team was really exited about this. They prepared more things. Suddenly, Miss A came along. She said that she can suggest this caroling thing to another place called Megamall. After much effort, once again the team was invited to present their presentation there. "Whoo....!" the leader of the team sang. The members of the team work even more harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to sing the song "You Raise Me Up" in parts. 5 girls sang this song. The girls are -- Jamie Wu, Janice Wu, Zoe Lum (they sang the melody line), Esther Lim (sang the lower part) and last but not the least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JOYCE ANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (who sang the higher part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher of these girls also want to present an item. She and 2 of her friends decided to sing the song "When Love Came Down". They sang the song beautifully.The lady guitarist planned to sing a chinese song and a Christmas carol. On the whole, the entire team worked and practiced hard. They practiced daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, the day of their presentation came. It was dated as 20th December 2008. They gathered at Pei Chai School and had their final rehearsal. Then, their bus arrived and they set off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, they arrived at Megamall at around 7.30 pm. They went down the bus, lined up "neatly" and into the mall they went. After some setting up they went up the stage. They sang their chorus beautifully, only the PA system is really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, they are preparing for the Christmas Eve presentation at Swiss Garden. They really wanted success. They were told that 200+ people will be at their land watching the presentation. They are happy... They are nervous... They need prayer support. May God bless them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the story of the caroling team. I really hoped that every thing can go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-7035557979374501840?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/7035557979374501840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=7035557979374501840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7035557979374501840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/7035557979374501840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2008/12/tale-of-caroling-team.html' title='The Tale of the Caroling Team'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3425543988721507774</id><published>2008-12-13T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:57:13.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TeenStreet ROCKS!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! OMG! OMG! TeenStreet is so, so, so, so nice!!! Will continue and post pictures the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-3425543988721507774?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3425543988721507774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3425543988721507774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3425543988721507774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3425543988721507774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2008/12/teenstreet-rocks.html' title='TeenStreet ROCKS!!!'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-578715396448201150.post-3478560546592863519</id><published>2008-11-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:47:46.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LYPG this Sunday</title><content type='html'>Hiya everyone! First post!!! *fireworks* There'll be LYPG (short for Local Youth Prayer Gathering) this Sunday. The details is as the following:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Date : 30th November 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Venue : Victory Assembly, Kuantan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Time : 3-5.30 pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Devotion passage : 1 Peter 4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For more information, please go to Phoebe's blog -- &lt;a href="mailto:pbtyx@blogspot.com"&gt;pbtyx@blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or Higher Ground's blog -- &lt;a href="mailto:highergroundunited@blogspot.com"&gt;highergroundunited@blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Looking forward to see you guys there!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/578715396448201150-3478560546592863519?l=fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/feeds/3478560546592863519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=578715396448201150&amp;postID=3478560546592863519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3478560546592863519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/578715396448201150/posts/default/3478560546592863519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fountain-of-joys.blogspot.com/2008/11/lypg-this-sunday.html' title='LYPG this Sunday'/><author><name>Joyce Ang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11198968036095443846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oob5UJdoycg/SnrbonqSz9I/AAAAAAAAABk/4yGzr_z1BtA/S220/DSC02249.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
