<?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-7885379</id><updated>2011-10-28T15:27:45.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.mono[b]logue.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>396</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-701458831047877693</id><published>2011-10-28T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:26:59.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LDR</title><summary type='text'>My head tells me to start the weaning process- so separation would be easier to handle.
But the heart says to spend as much time together as possible since I wouldn't be able to do so once I leave.

This is my 3rd time doing the long distance thing.
It really sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/701458831047877693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/701458831047877693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/10/ldr.html' title='LDR'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1808591124350221589</id><published>2011-10-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T13:57:21.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1808591124350221589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1808591124350221589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/10/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AqsrXmHpimA/Tp-39Sl4cNI/AAAAAAAAAzM/5eukXYKBkX4/s72-c/1277519416ZH7Pxwr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7770581532845377854</id><published>2011-08-21T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:06:45.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three!</title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7770581532845377854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7770581532845377854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/3.html' title='three!'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EnAuOlwG5iI/TlDKC6jp9pI/AAAAAAAAAys/1dEM3Euk2E8/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-197081005968275828</id><published>2011-08-08T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T12:40:06.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

to love is to risk

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/197081005968275828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/197081005968275828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/to-love-is-to-risk-being-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tAYKZ7xseo/Tknz4zczomI/AAAAAAAAAyM/FP9uj9o_6ao/s72-c/meyou.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1107235390100585353</id><published>2011-08-08T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T17:39:49.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replant</title><summary type='text'>
There is something
we all forget
that only time
and the perfect
magnification
of hindsight
can replant in our
memories:
We are all
so much
stronger than
the things
we have 
endured.
We must never
give 
up.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1107235390100585353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1107235390100585353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/replant.html' title='Replant'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1251683766018413898</id><published>2011-08-07T23:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:08:31.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of loving</title><summary type='text'>he allows me to love uninhibitedly

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1251683766018413898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1251683766018413898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/joy-of-loving-another.html' title='the joy of loving'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMoM2ePLYC8/Tj63GKQ3nxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/w_twYjDpq_I/s72-c/hons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6037947246311810047</id><published>2011-08-02T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:32:43.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Listen</title><summary type='text'>"There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying."

— Sarah Dessen
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6037947246311810047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6037947246311810047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-listen.html' title='Just Listen'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5174409552498500884</id><published>2011-08-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:50:21.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>goodbye baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5174409552498500884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5174409552498500884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodbye-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1825071588623015899</id><published>2011-07-21T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:44:38.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it was two</title><summary type='text'>


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1825071588623015899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1825071588623015899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-then-it-was-two.html' title='and then it was two'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16wKTX1N6oI/TlE13wpvUII/AAAAAAAAAy8/UD3maXelPSk/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1202835209428363878</id><published>2011-07-20T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:00:21.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>"And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel me somehow..."

Iris - Goo Goo Dolls


Do you remember the movie, City of Angels? 
And how it ended?

Such is God's great love for us.
That He would give up His immortality to be mere human.
Knowing full well that there would not be a 'happy ending'.
So that we could perhaps come to know Him and love Him back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1202835209428363878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1202835209428363878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/07/his-love.html' title='The Ultimate Sacrifice'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2442736743628190418</id><published>2011-07-11T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T18:38:40.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i used to wonder if i could give you the companionship you longed for

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2442736743628190418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2442736743628190418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-used-to-wonder-if-i-could-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EzgBJNqB7zw/ThsNA8XOUuI/AAAAAAAAAwc/st2zGpPDsbM/s72-c/companion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4979788470368218747</id><published>2011-07-05T19:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:22:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be here, now</title><summary type='text'>i have learnt that life is too short to not just live, even when it hurts

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4979788470368218747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4979788470368218747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='be here, now'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pp9SjU7GyH8/ThL5a5n4eqI/AAAAAAAAAwM/0wX8T05kd_Q/s72-c/rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2347911587319354105</id><published>2011-06-30T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:35:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2347911587319354105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2347911587319354105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBmr_eqq2xg/TgxRWlSYsjI/AAAAAAAAAwE/g7Db2MmXmPg/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2665691831842366620</id><published>2011-06-30T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:50:05.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too careless, too playful;
too young</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2665691831842366620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2665691831842366620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/06/dating-someone-7-years-my-junior.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6814187349398676797</id><published>2011-06-21T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:01:09.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return</title><summary type='text'>I had forgotten how it feels like to have someone genuinely love me and care for me.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6814187349398676797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6814187349398676797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/06/greatest-thing-youll-learn-is-just-to.html' title='the greatest thing you&apos;ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSWZpCtDTLQ/TgC16JsqP3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/5cspx9S-_zw/s72-c/P21-06-11_22.52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-206834317259646135</id><published>2011-05-27T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:31:17.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in search of reprieve</title><summary type='text'>my life is out of control. 
i have allowed the world to consume me.
nowadays, work and play dictates my every step.

work
i have learned that title and money means jack if you are to do the same shit, and then some. 
i don't know how the hell im coping- pushing meetings and deadlines. 
i live one day behind because there is only so much i can do in 15 hours AND try not to burn out along the way.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/206834317259646135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/206834317259646135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-life-is-out-of-control.html' title='in search of reprieve'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-634358545871299298</id><published>2011-05-21T08:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:18:13.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#happy</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/634358545871299298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/634358545871299298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy.html' title='#happy'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sguQ77BM04E/TdmmLg6cOmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/jf2CSmaOgC8/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7042966250857154376</id><published>2011-05-19T03:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:17:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Experience</title><summary type='text'>How unique

to this human

experience

that we all

just wish

to be

the most important

thing

on earth

to someone

else.


-Tyler Knott Gregson-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7042966250857154376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7042966250857154376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/05/human-experience.html' title='The Human Experience'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCHoO1rEeGs/TdY_bJSRQbI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RpUQr9QXZBo/s72-c/tumblr_lldpppEQqd1qzvsqto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7846819971392351820</id><published>2011-05-06T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:45:38.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sure speaks volumes about my work
when I voluntarily poison myself for an MC 
just so I can get some rest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7846819971392351820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7846819971392351820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/05/re-evaluate.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7418722107796716834</id><published>2011-05-04T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:26:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful people do not just happen</title><summary type='text'>"The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths.
These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. 
Beautiful people do not just happen."

— Elisabeth Kübler-Ross</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7418722107796716834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7418722107796716834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/05/beautiful-people-do-not-just-happen.html' title='beautiful people do not just happen'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-9007777284263062665</id><published>2011-04-21T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:38:38.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I was afraid of looking into my heart... 
afraid of thinking seriously about anything. 
I did not want to know whether I was loved, 
and I did not want to admit to myself
that I was not loved..."

- Ivan Turgenev</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9007777284263062665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9007777284263062665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-afraid-of-looking-into-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7908969174946107523</id><published>2011-04-16T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T16:25:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>about last night...
it shouldn't have happened
i just got over you

i feel miserable</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7908969174946107523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7908969174946107523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/04/about-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-170566781105646621</id><published>2011-04-14T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:47:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go</title><summary type='text'>Wrote this back in '05 when I was still studying in the UK.
My soul's becoming restless again- it grows stronger as days pass.
It's time to go, and go I will.

*starts off a lil random- snippet from a post about feeling trapped


i love art.
i'm an artsy-fartsy person.

i love..........................................................
unhindered by time and space


i love being able to run free
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/170566781105646621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/170566781105646621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/04/go.html' title='Go'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-172244819863961494</id><published>2011-04-05T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T02:02:28.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>date an illiterate girl

date a girl who reads

date a girl who writes

date a girl who blogs

date a girl who runs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/172244819863961494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/172244819863961494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/04/spawn.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2294189323950485318</id><published>2011-03-19T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:30:48.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's too short for regrets</title><summary type='text'>“We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. 
I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. 
The world was the better for his being in it. 
These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. 
And he is gone, and I am old.”

Neil Gaiman</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2294189323950485318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2294189323950485318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/03/lifes-too-short-for-regrets.html' title='life&apos;s too short for regrets'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-892273377562197968</id><published>2011-03-17T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:43:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy st. patty's</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/892273377562197968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/892273377562197968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-st-pattys.html' title='happy st. patty&apos;s'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PrP7Px6-lAY/TYYR_42Uf0I/AAAAAAAAAvM/kk9hmEBTK-M/s72-c/patty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1563775425892731580</id><published>2011-03-10T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:59:01.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence</title><summary type='text'>Lent is upon us. 

Have not observed Lent before although I tell myself yearly that I should (but I keep forgetting!) because I know it would be good for me.

As a Christian, it is not imposed on us. However, most choose to do so.
Things become easier, more likeable or more bearable when we choose to do something instead of it being forced upon us.

I digress.

Back to Lent.

So this time I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1563775425892731580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1563775425892731580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/03/abstinence.html' title='Abstinence'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4460970815892240072</id><published>2011-02-27T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:20:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i grew a year older</title><summary type='text'>

and just like that, it has ended
one significant day, which felt so insignificant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4460970815892240072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4460970815892240072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-just-like-that-day-ends-one.html' title='the day i grew a year older'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgTfHyOWLMg/TWp8gA1QzFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/O0PhpC5jG0s/s72-c/tumblr_l8w6s3zv4d1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5455037648402829760</id><published>2011-02-20T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:49:36.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my secret</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5455037648402829760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5455037648402829760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/secret.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6782739852474915599</id><published>2011-02-16T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T08:52:27.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not the one</title><summary type='text'>going through a difficult period right now. 
still am thankful for the good things that are coming my way in spite of.
although, i was hoping for THAT ONE thing instead of the rest...

am i asking for too much? 
i would gladly trade.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6782739852474915599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6782739852474915599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-one.html' title='not the one'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-594475232159155332</id><published>2011-02-13T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T19:04:50.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if words be the food of love...</title><summary type='text'>I'm such a sucker for writers.
Dated one- too emo for my liking.
Bah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/594475232159155332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/594475232159155332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-such-sucker-for-writers.html' title='if words be the food of love...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5285773095363799576</id><published>2011-02-10T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:14:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is moments like these that i wish i had someone to share my life with...

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5285773095363799576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5285773095363799576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-is-moments-like-these-that-i-wish-i.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jr8QyXYmh3o/TVuG8GoVXdI/AAAAAAAAAu4/PxKH1ocw3zY/s72-c/x2_48029a4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6713727941137334059</id><published>2011-02-03T11:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:55:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chinese New Year</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how reunion dinners, on one hand, serves to bring the family together and on the other, is a stark reminder of everything dysfunctional about the unit. Gong Hei Fatt Choy, peeps.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6713727941137334059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6713727941137334059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='The Chinese New Year'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TUuUY5SVLFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/bR_o0ojilZo/s72-c/gongxi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5706383940365856347</id><published>2011-02-03T02:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:25:11.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart, it aches.
It still does...

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5706383940365856347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5706383940365856347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-it-aches.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3353267525515549295</id><published>2011-02-02T00:22:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T09:04:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hopelessness

do you know the feeling... ? 

like having something pulled out from under you?
that pit at the bottom you know is there but have not yet reached?
arms flailing &amp; legs thrashing about but nothing to hold on to- unresolve, ungrappable, unbreakable?
and if you allow it to spiral downwards, you know you'll lose sight of the light?

it is a dangerous feeling, far worse than defeat.
it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3353267525515549295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3353267525515549295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-know-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7139527466837853408</id><published>2011-02-01T09:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:10:24.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere, Someone</title><summary type='text'>Somewhere
someone
thinks they love
someone else
exactly like
I
love you.
Somewhere
someone shakes
from the ripple
of a thousand butterflies
inside a
single stomach.
Somewhere
someone
is packing their
bags
to see the world
with someone
else.
Somewhere
someone
is reaching through
the most
terrifying few
feet of space
to hold the
hand
of someone
else.
Somewhere
someone
is watching
someone else’s
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7139527466837853408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7139527466837853408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2011/02/somewhere-someone.html' title='Somewhere, Someone'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4896008112899995500</id><published>2010-12-19T16:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:22:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics to document the past few weeks at work</title><summary type='text'>
'to do' list grows as the day progresses



3-in-1 coffee to keep the body chugging along



teatime: a father's love





dinner with regional clients 



souvineir from gav from berlin 



xin wei's directions to klpac *epicfail



cleverly volunteered to help in spite of the crazy schedule



sitting at the ledge of the office balcony after a tiring week



SOTU 2010 kicks-off



gift from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4896008112899995500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4896008112899995500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-week.html' title='random pics to document the past few weeks at work'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TQ24fvpidNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/8W68kDcF_1E/s72-c/todo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8684404880877726528</id><published>2010-12-03T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:00:21.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all in a day's work


sometimes i feel like Andrea in The Devil Wears Prada


90% of my job deals with human error (mine included)


never, ever, ever, everever assume for it will only make an ass out of u and me
(a lesson i still have to learn after so many boo-boos)


Q4 and Q1 are the worst period of the year. worst. i.am.exhausted.


my phone usually decides to die on me, no, almost always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8684404880877726528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8684404880877726528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-it-comes-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8095745341011352433</id><published>2010-12-03T01:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T12:51:55.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only for the season</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8095745341011352433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8095745341011352433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-only-for-season.html' title='if only for the season'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TPfa-MCa9kI/AAAAAAAAAs4/RSNh1aWzx8M/s72-c/cmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-771150096944910062</id><published>2010-11-26T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:58:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/771150096944910062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/771150096944910062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/11/gratitude.html' title='gratitude'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TO6jZjOkhBI/AAAAAAAAAs0/1ZKGorjA99s/s72-c/thankyou.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6068495835906543113</id><published>2010-11-21T21:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:10:21.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Today has been a good day of rest.
Today has been a good day of reflection.

Today I rediscovered the peace of God.
Today I rediscovered my identity in God.

Today I met my Father.




Food for thought: Christian Atheist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6068495835906543113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6068495835906543113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-has-been-good-day-of-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TOpxj2JfF-I/AAAAAAAAAss/g-J3TVW11-o/s72-c/heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2481735367378783018</id><published>2010-11-10T03:04:00.050+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:05:01.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to say...</title><summary type='text'>i am amaze at how acutely aware i am of the hormonal changes taking place in my body.
loosely put, i'm pms-ing. 
thing is, i would usually just allow myself to be emo without giving much thought to it and conveniently blame pms, of course. this is the first time ever that my mind is attempting to rationalise these emotions i am experiencing and gosh! i cannot understand it!
there's no way of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2481735367378783018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2481735367378783018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-just-want-to-say.html' title='i just want to say...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TNmA-ZIPbWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/lf5eKccCICA/s72-c/halsey_2011_march.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8107067856905098668</id><published>2010-11-08T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:38:54.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is? and what isn't?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8107067856905098668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8107067856905098668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-and-what-isnt.html' title='what is? and what isn&apos;t?'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TNbj7mgyo8I/AAAAAAAAAsY/Hgk4LlWIZuE/s72-c/meloc3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7480369922132713233</id><published>2010-11-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:54:28.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live Curious

If you are, you breath.
If you breath, you talk.
If you talk, you ask.
If you ask, you think.
If you think, you search.
If you search, you experience.
If you experience, you learn.
If you learn, you grow.
If you grow, you wish.
If you wish, you find.
And if you find, you doubt.
If you doubt, you question.
If you question, you understand.
And if you understand, you know.
If you know,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7480369922132713233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7480369922132713233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/11/live-curious-if-you-are-you-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3649693965797311779</id><published>2010-10-28T02:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T08:27:45.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i see me in her...</title><summary type='text'>
What do you suppose it means when people say, "This is so you" when commenting on an object in reference to you?

Are your feelings toward that statement a feedback of how you've been portraying yourself to others (or the reflection of people's expectations of you)?

I am sometimes surprised at how much I open myself up to people. I don't realise that it puts me in a very vulnerable position.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3649693965797311779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3649693965797311779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-see-me-in-her.html' title='i see me in her...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TMhowoKKZEI/AAAAAAAAAsM/FFHp97yvtOU/s72-c/meinher.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8802204638216192544</id><published>2010-10-24T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:13:09.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will the sun shine again?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8802204638216192544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8802204638216192544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-will-sun-shine-for-me-again.html' title='when will the sun shine again?'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TMQtOu8bovI/AAAAAAAAAsI/iFAUxUF0hhY/s72-c/sun+shine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7318101104387669766</id><published>2010-10-24T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:48:03.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

Lord, please light the path.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7318101104387669766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7318101104387669766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/lord-please-light-path.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TMQqsUfDL4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RtVCv81-nck/s72-c/light+the+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-357030618955264618</id><published>2010-10-24T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:07:23.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missing something


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/357030618955264618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/357030618955264618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TMQhJ6uWyqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jev_mgoJVsM/s72-c/dearuloveme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8791525512221766319</id><published>2010-10-16T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:57:50.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Just A Dream' - Nelly



'I was thinking 'bout him, thinking 'bout me,
Thinking 'bout us, what we gonna be? 
Opened my eyes, it was only just a dream...'





Edit: 17/10
'Change Is The Only Constant'

I used to dream, the operative word being 'used to' because it was not possible- circumstances dictated it. 

So what do you do when you receive news that what couldn't have been before could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8791525512221766319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8791525512221766319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-dream-i-was-thinking-bout-him.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TLR-eqL_hdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0OMsGtXMaFQ/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4686584271026224855</id><published>2010-10-15T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:39:52.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4686584271026224855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4686584271026224855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel.html' title='i feel...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TLcr1VJ1KHI/AAAAAAAAAr8/vnR0ZR7EVbI/s72-c/ist2_8456039-felt-tip-pen-colorful-scribbles-abstract-pattern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2023356911070716458</id><published>2010-10-12T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:39:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to say, so little time</title><summary type='text'>

feels like that all the time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2023356911070716458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2023356911070716458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-much-to-say-so-little-time.html' title='so much to say, so little time'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TLM9LouQfoI/AAAAAAAAAr0/T8IsaGbwScU/s72-c/tumblr_la3v8mmb4h1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2720892046228683370</id><published>2010-10-10T12:16:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:53:09.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self reminder: be patient and dig deep

A conversation with a friend led me to see how much ungrace I've let into my heart.




"To love a person means to see him as God intended him to be." - Fyodor Dostoevsky</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2720892046228683370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2720892046228683370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-self-be-patient-and-dig-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TLFAK5rl5ZI/AAAAAAAAArw/uP64lrYRkC0/s72-c/prince1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4003164643672512953</id><published>2010-10-08T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:56:29.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For whom would this open to?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4003164643672512953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4003164643672512953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-whom-would-this-open-for.html' title='For whom would this open to?'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TK6cXz7AqLI/AAAAAAAAAro/J7iHMm36Bl4/s72-c/tumblr_l9y8tpWTcb1qzvsqto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4115840158447568242</id><published>2010-10-06T03:44:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:49:22.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in Sydney...</title><summary type='text'>
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... literally took my breath away. 

T'was awesome that *lc lived slightly more than 1km from Darling Harbour. 
Started out from her home to Pyrmont Bridge- where the harbour is at its full glory.
Ran across the bridge till I hit the CBD. Quite an experience running through the bustling city; maneuvering around people, stopping at the lights, crossing roads and more often than</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4115840158447568242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4115840158447568242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/10/running-in-sydney.html' title='Running in Sydney...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TKoh5Mdhm9I/AAAAAAAAArQ/o_-A4YrG3ao/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1169608586669763345</id><published>2010-09-22T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:56:45.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1169608586669763345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1169608586669763345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TJm2orEmdII/AAAAAAAAAqs/RicFV6tPSZk/s72-c/missingu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6267811850954366801</id><published>2010-09-19T11:30:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:57:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith



2006 - Jon &amp; Jean's after party




2010 - Jon &amp; Jean's first born, Jayden Joash Kee
possibly the most precious lil' bundle of perfection in all of God's creation

~.~.~.~.~

Conversation over supper:
Speaking my thoughts, I told Al that if I were to be pregnant, I'd want to keep baby safe in my womb, forever- giving birth meant exposing baby to the evil that is this world, which I am so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6267811850954366801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6267811850954366801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/09/faith.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TI-dD8zjPnI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ViM1YKzp51s/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1342119233145953337</id><published>2010-09-09T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T02:14:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><summary type='text'>

If only it was simpler. I hate being pulled into it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1342119233145953337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1342119233145953337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/09/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TIi2w_lL3XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/MPrQGGQPNZ4/s72-c/limbo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4116965563979585898</id><published>2010-09-08T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:12:00.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year today</title><summary type='text'>It has been a year since you left... forever.
Sometimes I find myself missing you but today, I caught a tinge of sadness.



I used to hate the uncertainty of us. But I've come to accept that it was a choice I made then. 
Now, I'm just happy that we got to spend whatever time we had, together.

Of all the years, this was the longest we were in the same place at one time- it was blissful. 
Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4116965563979585898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4116965563979585898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-year-today.html' title='one year today'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TIZSwy2qlaI/AAAAAAAAAqE/zl25N7TdDDY/s72-c/399377630_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1879632117038148188</id><published>2010-09-02T00:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:04:54.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish I Am</title><summary type='text'>
Met some pretty awesome people over the past week.



What stood out for me was that they were completely at ease with themselves, which in turn made me completely at ease with myself around them.

During my drive home one Sunday, having spent the entire day with them, I reflected on the conversations we had and realised how little I knew. 

I was surprised (to say the least) not by the little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1879632117038148188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1879632117038148188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/09/foolish-i-am.html' title='Foolish I Am'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TH55h8jiczI/AAAAAAAAAp8/3qVemjtaD3w/s72-c/20060826223410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7249472385338636379</id><published>2010-08-30T09:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:05:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

patiently i will wait...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7249472385338636379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7249472385338636379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/patiently-i-shall-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/THsOGPPmRrI/AAAAAAAAAps/XvOgnLPiz7w/s72-c/kurt_halsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3003568083461734706</id><published>2010-08-25T08:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T08:40:24.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The End.






Hello Sunshine!

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3003568083461734706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3003568083461734706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/end-possibilities.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/THRmDQPJfRI/AAAAAAAAApk/FC5n1Db0WBg/s72-c/the+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3372626023806627551</id><published>2010-08-22T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:16:05.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3372626023806627551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3372626023806627551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/escape.html' title='escape...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/THEG4tDzmRI/AAAAAAAAAos/T14K_L4R6Hs/s72-c/ume.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5967153433543272290</id><published>2010-08-21T01:16:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T05:18:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><summary type='text'>
"Ladies:::This is the best quote ever!" -The Heart box 

(via @RevRunWisdom)
I initially posted the above quote as a standalone, with no title (because I struggled to come up with an appropriate one). But something about it was bugging me, so I took it down. 

Now that I have the time, I shall speak my thoughts.


See, when I first read the quote, I felt good about myself. And whilst it served </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5967153433543272290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5967153433543272290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/via-revrunwisdom.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TG1YQKAxj_I/AAAAAAAAAok/8fQ2kzTWbp0/s72-c/148124970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2174559340665310843</id><published>2010-08-18T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T20:04:23.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Onward</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2174559340665310843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2174559340665310843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/onward.html' title='Onward'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGvMFKunUCI/AAAAAAAAAog/mK2R-GVcz30/s72-c/hope.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1512126707496835089</id><published>2010-08-17T23:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:36:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learn (more CrossFit talk)</title><summary type='text'>Having been ill the past few days, I took a break from running and only went to PM last Friday and Saturday. Since I already rested for two days, I decided that a flu was just a flu and went ahead with today's workout. Deadlifts are kinda my favourite afterall.

WOD - 5 rounds for time of:
15 Deadlifts @40kg
15 Box Jumps @18"





Today's Lesson:
When you're sick and have yet to FULLY recover, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1512126707496835089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1512126707496835089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-i-learn-more-crossfit-talk.html' title='Things I learn (more CrossFit talk)'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGqpqrx4p6I/AAAAAAAAAoY/5SPkvi5vCGg/s72-c/PM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7017756968841395174</id><published>2010-08-17T08:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:48:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Bump</title><summary type='text'>

Lord, thank You for the people You've brought onto my path, 
to watch over me and to help me along this road called
life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7017756968841395174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7017756968841395174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/lord-thank-you-for-people-youve-brought.html' title='Speed Bump'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGnVbvO2sKI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dVj5Qwa7TZU/s72-c/ppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-5633598198440459870</id><published>2010-08-16T19:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:04:26.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Soon'</title><summary type='text'>

Feel so emo today. Reckon it's because I'm down with a terrible flu and a misbehaving temperature. Have not been sick for the longest time... And the last, I had someone to take care of me. Bah! 

I find it unhealthy to associate my feelings with certain occasions, which aren't necessarily significant.

Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life. 

- Proverbs 4:23</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5633598198440459870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/5633598198440459870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/soon.html' title='&apos;Soon&apos;'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGkaCbu2TYI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2y1zgT0nZG8/s72-c/tumblr_kqth569ROT1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6821942847643060637</id><published>2010-08-15T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T14:37:48.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6821942847643060637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6821942847643060637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/would-you_15.html' title='would you...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGeK3MR3FGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/r7zIZ_YHMY0/s72-c/bemine.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1850149964301537367</id><published>2010-08-13T04:28:00.250+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:31:17.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracious One</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot about God lately, which is a good thing because it's easy not to, after I decided to leave.

These days, every thing and every one I meet brings me back to the place I once belonged. 
I am seeing the world through the old me- no doubt the prompting of the Holy Spirit.

Just the other day, I was so sick of listening to the songs repeating itself on radio that I switched to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1850149964301537367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1850149964301537367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracious-one.html' title='Gracious One'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGWYrcx6IWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/helK4DSVJ6Q/s72-c/DSCF0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7516889654942198501</id><published>2010-08-09T23:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:03:59.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Trailblazer</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this made it into My 100 List only because I thought I wouldn't be able to participate this year, thinking that my Perth trip fell on the same day.



And so, I've signed up, with David as my partner- first for the both of us.
I think we're pretty psyched coz we started our training as partners after the WOD at PM just now. Haha. So gian. 

I asked Jinn if we needed to train for this and he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7516889654942198501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7516889654942198501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/genting-trailblazer.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gentingtrailblazer.com/trailblazer.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Genting Trailblazer&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TGAO1eJdWbI/AAAAAAAAAmY/R2tRIP7vI6Q/s72-c/P09-08-10_21.04%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1093420056197524302</id><published>2010-08-09T06:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:00:28.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Starshine, the Earth says hello!</title><summary type='text'>
(via a beautiful revolution) 

Click to enlarge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1093420056197524302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1093420056197524302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/note.html' title='Good morning Starshine, the Earth says hello!'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TF7T22YnA-I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SJDdGqbaqrI/s72-c/6a00d83451946d69e2013480e8f186970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-9188475802225955041</id><published>2010-08-06T05:28:00.039+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:10:09.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100 List</title><summary type='text'>1. jungle trek the Amazon rainforest in Brazil
2. visit the largest aquarium in the world 
3. learn to dive
4. visit all 7 wonders of the world:
- Eiffel Tower, Paris
- Leaning Tower of Pisa, Pisa
- Colosseum, Rome
- Stonehenge, Bath
- Great Wall of China, Beijing
- Taj Mahal, Agra
- Pyramids, Egypt
5. travel Europe on the EuroStar
6. keep a pet albino python
7. run the Penang Bridge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9188475802225955041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9188475802225955041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-100-list.html' title='My 100 List'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8359271272681329790</id><published>2010-08-04T06:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:37:53.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8359271272681329790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8359271272681329790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-day.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TFiXEetwn1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/eYNA3Unibu8/s72-c/tumblr_kwhmgkuk9s1qzvsqto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8860841525224292932</id><published>2010-08-04T01:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:56:55.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close to my heart</title><summary type='text'>

This was something I wrote 4.5 years ago.

without You, i would not be
in knowing You, i know myself
what You've made me, that i now am
not complete, but in the process of becoming
what Your Word says, i will be; perfect and complete
outwardly i wither, inwardly i grow
thank you Father.


Although I know this (in the head), I cannot recall what my experience with God was then. 
So much has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8860841525224292932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8860841525224292932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-to-my-heart.html' title='close to my heart'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TFiWJzBlxaI/AAAAAAAAAmA/uHXch1vSM3k/s72-c/tumblr_ktypivCYfh1qanqj4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7332294965994334531</id><published>2010-08-03T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:48:57.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>must learn to let go</title><summary type='text'>
(via That Girl)


Some things just aren't mine to keep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7332294965994334531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7332294965994334531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/08/must-learn-to-let-go.html' title='must learn to let go'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TFdllVusvEI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Moaeblq6_po/s72-c/hWlreEGvjiojdwkt1GcQUYUso1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2979987366356458149</id><published>2010-07-30T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:26:26.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy-Clappy</title><summary type='text'>You know the feeling?

A little giddy, a lot of giggling and sometimes, slightly blonde?



I feel just like that today.

And I am happy =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2979987366356458149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2979987366356458149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-clappy.html' title='Happy-Clappy'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TFKebvb7uUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YclQifaZPRU/s72-c/4736928825_abf0885de1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3418729083550792493</id><published>2010-07-28T01:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:03:29.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel...

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3418729083550792493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3418729083550792493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/chatting-with-you-makes-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TE8QGOjkwII/AAAAAAAAAlo/NlxXcJxFAaw/s72-c/tumblr_l478qlEQF41qzvsqto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8452903488042278630</id><published>2010-07-27T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:55:34.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#songstuckinmyhead</title><summary type='text'>


I am a firm believer of timing. 

I've said this before and I'll say it again-

There is no such thing as the perfect person, only perfect timing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8452903488042278630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8452903488042278630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/songstuckinmyhead.html' title='#songstuckinmyhead'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8300521539953823711</id><published>2010-07-26T05:28:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:33:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Places with CrossFit</title><summary type='text'>

I chanced upon this CrossFit website. It's an affiliate in an orphanage in India.

I may sound slightly backward by saying this but I assumed CrossFit only existed in the more well-to-do parts of the world. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that there was an affiliate not only in an under-developed country but in an orphanage no less!

I think this is awesome! Why?
1) Because CrossFit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8300521539953823711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8300521539953823711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/going-places-with-crossfit.html' title='Going Places with CrossFit'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TEys3LK0n5I/AAAAAAAAAlg/9RveoEqyaeA/s72-c/india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-9083428295254869797</id><published>2010-07-25T18:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T05:39:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aggro

And then there are some people who *overthink things.
Just say it already.
And say it as it is. 
It is that simple, really.

Why complicate things by saying complicated things?
You may sound smart but what is if smart does not equate to any depth nor substance?

See, consfue you, no?


*I don't know how it's spelt. 
One word? With a hyphen? Or two separate words?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9083428295254869797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9083428295254869797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/aggro-and-then-there-are-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-9164678885574556232</id><published>2010-07-25T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:13:32.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9164678885574556232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9164678885574556232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TEvH00xQDLI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/srp10U4SEWI/s72-c/tumblr_l2yxazxyOO1qzvsqto1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6743969006592708359</id><published>2010-07-24T21:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:48:50.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How la?</title><summary type='text'>I visited a sports equipment store today and they had the machine to measure one's fat and muscle thingies.

Apparently, I have 2 more kgs of muscles to gain (What they deemed is within the normal range. Any more and I'd have too much muskels. Rawr!) AND 7kgs of fat to lose.

That is helluva lot to lose.
0.o

PushMore, more?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6743969006592708359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6743969006592708359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-la.html' title='How la?'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6153602779013974863</id><published>2010-07-24T13:06:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T08:39:36.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weights</title><summary type='text'>To keep track of my weights and to also record my progress.

Bar bells
Deadlifts @ 50kg
Back Squats @ 40kg
Front Squats @ 20kg
Thrusters @ 20kg
Power Cleans @ 20kg
Over Head Squats @ 14.5kg
Push Jerks @ 14.5kg

Kettle bells
Swings @ 12kg
Single Arm Swings @ 12kg
Sumo Deadlift High Pull @ 12kg
Double Presses @ 8kg
Snatch @ 8kg
Clean &amp; Jerk @ 8kg
Double Push Jerks @ 8kg

Dumb bells
Push Press @ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6153602779013974863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6153602779013974863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/weights.html' title='Weights'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TEp3u_f8GpI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jWhvOWdmzZs/s72-c/P5186397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-9038220960824503929</id><published>2010-07-17T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:46:58.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would have, could have, should have...</title><summary type='text'>I would have said yes to waking up with you every morning to catch the sunrise.



If you'd have asked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9038220960824503929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/9038220960824503929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-only.html' title='would have, could have, should have...'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TECLs99kFXI/AAAAAAAAAkA/nqOAzk5IAHg/s72-c/tumblr_l5l09nkC8D1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6791865452847743608</id><published>2010-07-16T01:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:09:54.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alibibi &amp; Cocobels</title><summary type='text'>

You know how some people can just light up your world with their presence? 
Such are these two to me.
&lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6791865452847743608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6791865452847743608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/had-short-day-out-with-alibibi-and.html' title='Alibibi &amp; Cocobels'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7718527863324163423</id><published>2010-07-13T23:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:54:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing When</title><summary type='text'>

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way.
Because without it, I don't know; 
maybe we just wouldn't feel real.
What's that saying?
Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer?
Because it feels so good when I stop.

- Meredith Grey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7718527863324163423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7718527863324163423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/goodbye.html' title='Knowing When'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TDynkhr3ZLI/AAAAAAAAAjI/PAQmaZF_jdg/s72-c/byek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1622803365247099789</id><published>2010-07-08T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:37:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><summary type='text'>

"The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1622803365247099789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1622803365247099789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TDVxTu4KfhI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Bd61r6Ub5bw/s72-c/rer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-193713737925339251</id><published>2010-07-08T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:07:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Murph"</title><summary type='text'>Today's workout was pretty insane.
Took me about 1hr 20mins to complete.
It was awesome nonetheless.

"Murph"
For time of:
Run 1.6km
100 Pull Ups
200 Push Ups
300 Squats
Run 1.6km

Random thought- 
I love running in the rain.
It's the same feeling I get when I swim under the rain.
Miss that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/193713737925339251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/193713737925339251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_08.html' title='&quot;Murph&quot;'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-134166081460210587</id><published>2010-07-06T17:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:23:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was it about following your dreams again?</title><summary type='text'>I just need to shout this out to the world coz I think it's way cool.

A very good friend of mine has thrown in the towel to chasing the corporate life.
Say buh-bye to creative briefs and clients' ridiculous demands coz she has resigned herself to doing the one thing she loves most- baking.

She's only in her mid-twenties and to have the courage to side step and pursue her passion is awesome!



</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/134166081460210587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/134166081460210587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-was-it-about-following-your-dreams.html' title='What was it about following your dreams again?'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TDL3atWnOiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/wFQPBGyoPhA/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-2775450281424714063</id><published>2010-07-06T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:05:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I forgot my phone.

That's not the only thing I forgot.

For the first time in my life, I forgot to brush my teeth.

Gross!



Edit: No one in the office has Listerine! Whhhhyyyyy?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2775450281424714063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/2775450281424714063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/eww.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4575095611119136071</id><published>2010-07-05T23:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:40:31.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the frailty of life</title><summary type='text'>

This is to remember uncle #1, who succumbed to lung cancer and passed on early this morning.

Death in the family is so rampant that I’ve become immune to it.
The last one was uncle #2, about 3 years ago. He lost his battle to throat cancer.
(As you can tell, it runs in the family). 

As I was leaving for work this morning, I saw my dad curled up in a feotal position on the bed.
He had his back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4575095611119136071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/4575095611119136071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/frailty-of-life.html' title='the frailty of life'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TDFTtglX26I/AAAAAAAAAhc/FhDyUwZ2_Rg/s72-c/tumblr_l4z7lk3Daq1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-6346436559381229527</id><published>2010-07-02T19:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T08:09:11.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Archipelago Of Kisses

We live in a modern society. 
Husbands and wives don't grow on trees, like in the old days. 
So where does one find love? 
When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card in a department store of kisses.



There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. 
The we shouldn't be doing this kiss. 
The but your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6346436559381229527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/6346436559381229527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/archipelago-of-kisses-we-live-in-modern.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TDZnsS3s5DI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ezcALErGoLA/s72-c/tumblr_l57v7eLhZh1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3841010883166312584</id><published>2010-07-02T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T03:17:53.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3841010883166312584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3841010883166312584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TCzpov5zdhI/AAAAAAAAAhM/fWtnu-QO9Fg/s72-c/tumblr_ktqadlbEpN1qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7370065127618130032</id><published>2010-07-02T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T03:09:15.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>


Talking to the ex.

So not healthy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7370065127618130032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7370065127618130032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/ex-factor.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TCzl5p4DmbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Eju14N7sM48/s72-c/stupid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-7904221296921879116</id><published>2010-07-01T03:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:30:50.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ones Who Matter</title><summary type='text'>The older I grow, the lazier I am to make new friends.
I don't mind acquaintances. That's easy- "Hello" "Goodbye"

What I mean are friends who matter.  
Friendship, like any relationship takes work to grow and maintain and sometimes calls for sacrifices.

I'm thankful for the ones who've stuck by me for the longest time- my circle of trust.
The ones who've loved and accepted me for who I am even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7904221296921879116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/7904221296921879116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/07/ones-who-matter.html' title='The Ones Who Matter'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TCud173IuII/AAAAAAAAAg0/ImcdUikSjzw/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-8428575061349613090</id><published>2010-06-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:00:42.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est la Vie</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8428575061349613090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/8428575061349613090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/06/cest-la-vie.html' title='C&apos;est la Vie'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TCmaC0xddWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/j_KSxvCG5ZE/s72-c/777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-3413632773796471938</id><published>2010-06-26T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:45:12.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concrete jungle where dreams are made of</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3413632773796471938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/3413632773796471938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/06/concrete-jungle-where-dreams-are-made.html' title='concrete jungle where dreams are made of'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-1861535933184782561</id><published>2010-06-21T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T02:13:39.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1861535933184782561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/1861535933184782561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TB5aNVvXetI/AAAAAAAAAgM/gU1vHWVBc6w/s72-c/tumblr_l2279valoO1qanzvko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-57676357250751401</id><published>2010-06-19T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:19:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>

Damn, I love CrossFit.
Will join the PushMore games next year for sure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/57676357250751401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7885379/posts/default/57676357250751401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in3cate.blogspot.com/2010/06/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>suelynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12850771315126494833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVLBX4zy45s/TVqpnKwWrxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aud4fxoQOKA/s220/halsey_2011_dec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__of9rJchqdU/TBySLEaSrlI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lA0-11XH2D4/s72-c/crossfitwomen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7885379.post-4259990877470441626</id><published>2010-06-16T03:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:08:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of the World Cup...</title><summary type='text'>Forza Italia!!

I've always supported the Azzurri's. 
This started way back in A' Level's, during the 2000 Euro Cup.
Stuck with them since then.

Anyhoo, am not here to talk about football per se.
It's just that the previous World Cup bagged me a bf, which now is an ex- it was a bet he lost (to me). We met entirely through the world wide web.
'Twas an interesting avenue to have met someone.
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