<?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-5312727</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:56:25.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom beyond my years, above all. JESUS (:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>233</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-2536424580487817826</id><published>2007-01-05T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:29:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do you do this to yourself?you're my sister and i love you dearly.it pains me so much to see you torture yourself on a daily basis, putting yourself on a punishing diet even though you have track training! please dont do this. you're already so thin, what's the point of losing all the muscle? to me, you're perfect as you are. cute, adorable and lovely.why do you have to go to such extreme </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/2536424580487817826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/2536424580487817826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_12_31_archive.html#2536424580487817826' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-116187889814721384</id><published>2006-10-26T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:37:49.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm pretty glad only a handful read this blog.don't ask why.(dont read if you dont like emo posts)are there ever days when you feel so upset, cheerless, numb, frustrated with yourself?like somehow you know nothing will ever feel the same again, no matter how hard you try it will never be the same again?(and no it's not about love or broken hearts)i know someone that feels that way.she feels this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/116187889814721384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/116187889814721384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116187889814721384' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115938050072440632</id><published>2006-09-27T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T14:10:06.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DREAMS TO REACHGOALS TO ACHIEVEHOW DO I GET FROM ZERO TO HERO?for the first time, i admit my baby sis is pretty cool.yes my younger sister's cool!!hahahai sound silly but heck.but all you young boys sorry, she isnt interested.but if you're desperate, you can buy me say 10pints of ben&amp;jerrys or the other one, i forgot the name and 20 boxes of good dark chocolate and i can consider (;kidding!okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115938050072440632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115938050072440632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_09_24_archive.html#115938050072440632' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115595925066904526</id><published>2006-08-18T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:47:30.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God,I'm breaking under pressure,there's no time for leisure.Do i bring you pleasure?Do you smile when you think of me?Do you think i'll make it?Surpass the limit?Will there be a miracleto bring me through this obstacle?The road's too uncertain,i need some affirmation.God, it hurts.Do you hear me from heaven?Will my best be enough?I haven't been praying,too much playing, slacking.I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115595925066904526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115595925066904526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115595925066904526' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115408190046227402</id><published>2006-07-28T06:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T06:55:01.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALLY. ive recieved the reply from the world vision people!!!!my sponsored child seems awesome. she's Sen Makara, from Cambodia (the country i wanted)she's awesome. pretty too, if i put her picture here...........I'M SO HAPPY. : DSAVE. WORKS.COMPASSION DARLING, COMPASSION.#1. thank God for lessons like biology. so much to laugh about. involuntary and voluntary actions - knee jerk, arm force </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115408190046227402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115408190046227402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_07_23_archive.html#115408190046227402' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115305998440696404</id><published>2006-07-16T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T10:26:24.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY FUNKY 15TH BIRTHDAY VERON ! sorry i'm a day late :( i really hope you enjoyed the brithday surprise songs, the cake and the whatnots.HAPPY YOUNG 4X MOMMY!!! i love you awfully much, thank you for the expensive caterer, the gorgeous canon ixus 65 (my baby) and the many years of nurturing (nicer word than nagging, kidding) and bringing me up with all the pleasures of life. and for spoiling me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115305998440696404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115305998440696404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115305998440696404' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115228792549983797</id><published>2006-07-07T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T12:04:46.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just for laughs:a chat with nicol and xxx (name changed to protect privacy)NICOL ; brobdingnagian girls, we need to rule the world says:GIRLS RULE WHATNICOL ; brobdingnagian girls, we need to rule the world says:hahahahaxxx says:NOxxx says:LOL GIRLS DONTxxx says:hahahNICOL ; brobdingnagian girls, we need to rule the world says:oh here we go again( i said girls rule the world and someone got upset</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115228792549983797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115228792549983797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_07_02_archive.html#115228792549983797' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115182820488074625</id><published>2006-07-02T04:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T04:57:35.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>''stupid teacher, whatever her name is, i hate her forever, haha i think all those in the hall know lah huh. our secret. haha joking but my mum last minute say cannot pick me up then i had to go to flag cab, flag for 45 minutes like a mad cow then got one taxi that's empty come. then when i entered the hall that teacher made me stand at the side. HATE HER FOREVER!!! haha nevermind can go make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115182820488074625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115182820488074625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_07_02_archive.html#115182820488074625' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-115116013180796657</id><published>2006-06-24T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:49:09.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAVEN'T BEEN STUDYING.AT ALL.AT ALLLLLLLLLL.i had a great day yesterday with drea!!! (:details shall be kept secret.we discovered many many things!!hahahahahaanyway.sparkle and tan.i love tan!DREA DREA DREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!tans are hot.like the bronzy goldeny shade!AHHHH( or maybe both.)hahahasparkle sparklehahahaha.i'm mad, date soon kay drea!and yes, wait for the date (;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115116013180796657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/115116013180796657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_06_18_archive.html#115116013180796657' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114897505325758000</id><published>2006-05-30T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T06:55:48.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the contents below is all done my miss janeen ong sha may, the sister of nicol sha lin ong (me) and yes! even the ''credits to..'' HAHAHA :D just proves how IT UNsavvy i am.credits to my sister JANEEN who helped me upload the pics (:cousins (: - tricia and i.cousins! (left to right) li an, myself, jan(sis), tricia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114897505325758000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114897505325758000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114897505325758000' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114891215585690972</id><published>2006-05-29T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:24:40.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CHINESE O'Sno comment. oh but if you really wanna know.it was bad.quite.i headed to sleep at twelve after talking to reg on the phone. poor you had to listen to me talking about stress and what nots.''i'm fine about it not being fine'' haha! whoa so cool aye (; thanks for being there and helping me let it all out and for the prayer. thanks for the continuous support too, GF :D HAHAHA.helped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114891215585690972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114891215585690972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114891215585690972' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114848446974649698</id><published>2006-05-24T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:27:49.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY PILLAR OF STRENGTH AND REFUGEi was going to rant on about how worried i am, how stressful it is that o's are in FOUR days.like you wait for this day to come for ages and study for what, three and a quarter years for it and bang it comes and you're still unprepared!!BUT! after reading abby's post, i am ever so inspired, motivated and less stressed!!it's amazing isnt it? and so have decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114848446974649698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114848446974649698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_05_21_archive.html#114848446974649698' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114666828228300787</id><published>2006-05-03T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:08:23.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I HAD RECESS WITH ABBY (:TAKE CARE OF YOUR LEG KAY. REST WELL HUN, i'll be praying! it's been a lazy, reflective week for myself.sometimes i try to study and all things just clash and get in the way, causing unproductivity. MAJOR UNPRODUCTIVITY. the worse part being I DON'T FEEL ANXIOUS. i dont feel anxious! how can i not feel anxious? how can i not feel scared?! or even a little rushed for time,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114666828228300787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114666828228300787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_30_archive.html#114666828228300787' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605857282367365</id><published>2006-04-26T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:36:12.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICTURES OF TRAMP COM (:yes, it is of all my dearest, most gorgeous, funniest, hottest babes and fellow sufferers-in-training in SNgym.they totally make my trainings enjoyable, that's seriously a great accomplishment.sorry it took so long girls, have been pretty busy with the preparations for the upcoming sports day as well as chinese o's. tests have been killers too. studying makes people (esp. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605857282367365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605857282367365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605857282367365' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605832470453953</id><published>2006-04-26T09:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:32:04.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audrey! i cant find the one with denise :(  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605832470453953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605832470453953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605832470453953' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605821033195210</id><published>2006-04-26T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:30:10.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TINA &amp; NIC  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605821033195210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605821033195210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605821033195210' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605701777503734</id><published>2006-04-26T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:10:17.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nic nat jun (: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605701777503734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605701777503734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605701777503734' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605694001957028</id><published>2006-04-26T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:09:00.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long boring NE rides make people do weird things man. see the JOYous look on her face?! haha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605694001957028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605694001957028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605694001957028' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605684263173846</id><published>2006-04-26T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:07:22.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEE!! THEY WON THEM. okay, some of the girls in their category luh. but still sth to be proud of (: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605684263173846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605684263173846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605684263173846' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605677765138077</id><published>2006-04-26T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:06:17.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they're winners, that's for sure.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605677765138077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605677765138077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605677765138077' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605674147962060</id><published>2006-04-26T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:05:41.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Moment.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605674147962060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605674147962060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605674147962060' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605669540996220</id><published>2006-04-26T09:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:04:55.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they held the flag high </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605669540996220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605669540996220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605669540996220' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605666361885984</id><published>2006-04-26T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:04:23.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PRAYING :D </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605666361885984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605666361885984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605666361885984' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605658252251444</id><published>2006-04-26T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:03:02.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with juniors like this, training is NEVER a bore, or a chore (; -glances at nat&amp;joy. haha!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605658252251444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605658252251444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605658252251444' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605645862597473</id><published>2006-04-26T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:00:58.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>qin ; tution partner, capable 6 pointer and awesome cheer captain! any takers? queue up please. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605645862597473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605645862597473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605645862597473' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605633041469973</id><published>2006-04-26T08:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:58:50.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we were trying to act cute but as fel says: ''oh puh-lease! cute is cute, don't need to act luh can.'' HEHE she means that we're naturally cute. doesn't she make you laugh? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605633041469973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605633041469973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605633041469973' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605602406753899</id><published>2006-04-26T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:53:44.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OUR TRAMPIONS, i'm so proud of you girls. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605602406753899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605602406753899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605602406753899' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114605576965619527</id><published>2006-04-26T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:49:29.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the star i made for qin (: so pretty, just like her  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605576965619527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114605576965619527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_23_archive.html#114605576965619527' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114575247226099110</id><published>2006-04-22T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T08:50:25.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you opened my eyesI loved yesterday's service!! it was a blast. and awfully hilarious too, sitting behind daniel tan and randolf lan luh. Take for example:PJ: guys, know that God meant for you to be and you are charming..Daniel Tan: i AM charming.!!!! he said it like it was a statement, a fact and that he knew it full well! sent me into laughing fits i tell you, actually the three of us when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114575247226099110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114575247226099110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_16_archive.html#114575247226099110' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114447110057145640</id><published>2006-04-08T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:38:20.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post is dedicted to DRA (:(contents do not relate. just updating cos she asked me to)yesterday, i learnt an invaluable lesson during training.money does not determine or equate to happinesscliche as it may sound, i really just truly understood the meaning of that yesterday.when i was younger, i dreamt of being a ballerina and dancing for kings and queens ( i seriously wrote that in my kindy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114447110057145640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114447110057145640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_04_02_archive.html#114447110057145640' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114295600020701474</id><published>2006-03-21T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:46:40.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>caution:  contains explosive joy, excitement and happiness! okay, quick update on my ''no life'' life. (get it?) hahatoday was spent fabulously with Qinny the skinny(be honoured darling, i didnt say silly okay! hahaha. well, i can't anyway, you're far too brilliant. to call you silly would equate to calling myself a noob.) and Charmaine the brain (she's gonna get nine A1's, wanna bet?). First </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114295600020701474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114295600020701474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_03_19_archive.html#114295600020701474' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114248051544101863</id><published>2006-03-15T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:41:55.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nicol's sad, she hasn't been studying.which explains her horrible results, which she is not going to repeat ever.she thinks she sucks. i think so too, she really does.SOMEONE INSPIRE ME! or kill me.i need to hit 15 by term two.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114248051544101863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114248051544101863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_03_12_archive.html#114248051544101863' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114200212935612758</id><published>2006-03-10T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:52:50.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>''when the st nicholas spirit is at its best, nobody comes close.'' -Mrs Goh, my favourite person in school.she was like ''not even HCI''. the boys were at our schoolfor an exchange programme and being the gentlemen (they really earned and show us they were) they are, they clapped. laughed upon hearing us whine about morning jog hoping that maybe we can NOT run, but no we didn't get our whining </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114200212935612758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114200212935612758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114200212935612758' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114122189771424678</id><published>2006-03-01T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:20:49.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>/edit/i should really stop asking rethorical questions.i sound so selfish.fancy you giving a chinese speech on being caring when you're doing the opposite nic.wake up, there's so many other people sad depressed and probably have much more valid reason to be so.open your eyes, there's so many who care, who have made a difference.you are lucky not to be starving, worring about money matters or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114122189771424678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114122189771424678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_02_26_archive.html#114122189771424678' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114052655056384849</id><published>2006-02-21T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T07:59:34.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i come into your presence, past the gates of praiseinto your santuary, where we're standing to face. i look upon your countenance, i see the fullness of your grace.i can only bow down and say,you are awesome in this place, mighty God. you are awesome in this place, abba father.you are worthy of all praise, to youour hands we raiseyou are awesome in this place, mighty God.Indeed, he is so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114052655056384849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114052655056384849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114052655056384849' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114033240055971508</id><published>2006-02-19T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T02:02:07.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dang. after writing that, i read nat's blog and i just cried. teared, whatever.crap, i dislike crying, but sometimes i guess it's just a phrase, a let-go period. a time of release and refreshment.how nice would it be if life's an easy balance, but it's not.how nice if friends would stay forever, but they dont.how wonderful if people love with all their heart, but seldom.how perfect if things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114033240055971508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114033240055971508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114033240055971508' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-114033039812244321</id><published>2006-02-19T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:28:44.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NICOL IS GOING TO STUDY AND GET FAT.to Him be the glory.im going all the way, nothings going to stop me now.i pray, God be my light and my strength, you're all ive got now.to salvage or to lose, it isnt was important as my A1? maybe it is, but so crucial now. dang, i hate choices. screw it.ill pray. ignore that, i know i sound sadistic.God help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114033039812244321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/114033039812244321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_02_19_archive.html#114033039812244321' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113922166660915263</id><published>2006-02-06T04:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:27:46.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You guys are honestly missing out on a good book if you don't read Pride &amp; Prejudice, i swear.Though i'm only at chapter 19, which is not very far considering how short each chapter is (5 pages?) and the number of chapters there are.It is extremely comical i tell you. It made me laugh, that's impressive enough, considering the fact that this is one of the few books that did. Unless you understand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113922166660915263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113922166660915263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_02_05_archive.html#113922166660915263' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113686891190965050</id><published>2006-01-09T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:08:48.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories of a lifetimeNicol My Dearest, July 24 '99Be brave to dream,and always radiant as a beam.Reach for the greatest heights,and don't give it up without a fight.Know what friends to keep,and don't leave them in a heap.My greatest wish is for you to be happy, so stay ''cool'' even when life is bumpy.Love Forever, MommyI was packing my room when i found that yesterday.My face, initially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113686891190965050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113686891190965050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_01_08_archive.html#113686891190965050' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113618292605381055</id><published>2006-01-02T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T03:51:03.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS FOR 2006this is kinda of more of myself so I will be more motivated, also serving as a reminder to make these resolutions come to past! (:P.S. PLEASE CHECK FOR YOUR NAME IN THE THANKS GIVING PART: SCROLL DOWN, DOWN DOWN DOWN! 1. To honour God with my studies, for sure.-listen attentively in class.- if the teacher teaching is nebulous-do all homework by deadline -revise for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113618292605381055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113618292605381055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113618292605381055' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113543788156488036</id><published>2005-12-24T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:24:41.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  a call to the missions fieldhave you ever felt that burden in your heart?that feeling of butterflies in your stomach if you didn't do something that God puts in your heart?tears pouring out for the nations,that cut in your heart for the people, feeling their pain and suffering, that purposelessness of wondering what in the world they live for?that's exactly how i've been feeling.ever since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113543788156488036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113543788156488036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113543788156488036' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113535989533481894</id><published>2005-12-23T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:52:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>relive those childhood memories10 FAVORITESFavorite Colours: black white pink purple green brown. colours are pretty!Favorite Food: phad thai, yong tau foo, that boney cake(NYDC!), gilled honey baked chicken salad, mee siam, hokkien mee, SWEET AND SOUR FISH,fish soup, cheese nachos, dark chocolate, baci, lemon wheatgrass, fruits!, sambal kang kong balchan, CHILLI!, SOUPS (: ice cream, ROYAL </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113535989533481894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113535989533481894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113535989533481894' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113533236961356663</id><published>2005-12-23T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T05:07:35.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DEAREST AUNT AGONY, my future days of happy eating are ruined.HELPPPPPPPPP.my new maid cannot cook for nuts. (neither can she cook for coconuts)if i had the time to cook, i would. but now, i shall resort to eating OUTSIDE or i shall die of ultimate starvation, i really really have never come across a maid who cannot cook. even i can cook ! like fried rice,sweet and sour fish, cheesy scrambled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113533236961356663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113533236961356663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_18_archive.html#113533236961356663' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113483347812244523</id><published>2005-12-17T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:32:06.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just for relaxation after hours of homeworkcan't think anymore.i need a good eat, that always helps, while i'm waiting for my pizza to de-freeze, i shall eat my dark chocolate &amp; drink milo (two packets in a cup, THICK! with cocoa powder please (: haha! )anyway, i always tell my mom and doc(who keep nagging me to lose weight that chocolate helps you destress! true okay! )i shall blog a little on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113483347812244523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113483347812244523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113483347812244523' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113473944038300197</id><published>2005-12-16T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T08:24:00.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a ball of a time went out with mommy today when jan (my younger sister)went to safra for some birthday bash. had dental, went to tanglin mall to shop since mom wanted to find some beloved pairof really comfortable shoes. (came with a hefty price tag too!)was chatting with mom alot, had a fabulous bonding sessions with her. so much for the Joy Luck Club for saying mother and daughters have ZERO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113473944038300197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113473944038300197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113473944038300197' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113462373500938398</id><published>2005-12-15T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:15:35.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nicol, Sweet Gestures tickle you pinkHand-written love letters stuffed into your purse. Giving up a seat on the bus to a pregnant woman. You love the little things in life — and you know that they can make all the difference. Whether you're giving, receiving, or just watching from afar, nothing brightens up your day like a token of affection or seeing people treat each other with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113462373500938398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113462373500938398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113462373500938398' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113437198083980892</id><published>2005-12-12T02:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:19:40.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YDUTS CIN, UOY NAC OD TI. UOY TSUM TEG DOOG STLUSER.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113437198083980892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113437198083980892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_11_archive.html#113437198083980892' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113402239253333849</id><published>2005-12-08T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T01:15:35.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from Thailand (:what a blast of an experience, i've learnt so much from them.humility, servanthood, obedience, emphathy, true praise and worship.i still rmb one sermon in a combined riverlife service sometime during synergiz period, where a foreign pastor said ''there is no price too high to pay for a soul to come to God. ''words of wisdom, never truly felt that way till this mission trip. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113402239253333849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113402239253333849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113402239253333849' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113226767264192914</id><published>2005-11-18T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:47:52.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>good morning singapore.miss michigan here (inside joke, HAHA! -looks at qinn)yeah right!I'M ELATED! :Dyay yay yay yay yayyay yay yay yay yayyay yay yay yay yayyay yay YAY yay yayyay yay yay yay yayyay yay yay yay yayyay yay yay yay yayhahaha!that's what happens when you decide to stay up all night to study after the exams, great studying time. really. thank God for that.missions training really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113226767264192914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113226767264192914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113226767264192914' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113162037062108443</id><published>2005-11-10T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:59:30.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lessons have been queer.sitting in a primary two class room with tiny tables and chairs( that make your back ache horribly when you write esp. for 6 hrs)is HORRIBLE.not that i'm complaining, it's just ever so hilariousto step into this minature toliet where you can't even see your reflection in the mirriors.and see girls ( like mich gwen qinn and nic) taking retarded pictures.makes me laugh so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113162037062108443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113162037062108443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113162037062108443' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113101825185381062</id><published>2005-11-03T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:44:11.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>( quoting qinn) : yesterday was so different and fun ! :Di so agree.it's been quite some time since i've had sucha great timejust laughing and making a fool out of ourselves.all hail miss michigan :Dinside joke. hahaha!girls: i had a fabulous time yesterday!all the food and shots at NYDC (:hilarious rubbish we were doing, amusing ourselves ( &amp; providing free entertainment for the other customers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113101825185381062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113101825185381062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113101825185381062' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113067610077627535</id><published>2005-10-30T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:48:18.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>servicehad a serious talk with mom in the car, about my future and all.she keeps relating all our conversations to business! gosh.it's good for my future, but it kinda scares me.like what if i can't meet up to who she wants me to be, what she hopes for me to be and all the uni and jc stuff?expectations, the pressure. its alright, i work better under stress anyway.keeps me going. ( weird i know, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113067610077627535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113067610077627535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113067610077627535' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113048429392701714</id><published>2005-10-28T03:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:24:53.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first things first,CONGRATS to all those whom school has finished! esp my darling secondary one and two juniors.hey girls, good job for the term yea. GO ENJOY YOURSELF and seriously, take this from me, play like there's no tomorrow! for the first week. after that you'd get bored. anw, do take a nice break alright. i'll see you guys ( i mean girls) when school reopens, or rather on the 30th of dec</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113048429392701714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113048429392701714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113048429392701714' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-113008471609242520</id><published>2005-10-23T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T12:25:16.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missions trainingwe ( meaning cheryl, lemuel and i) didn't have to go, but we still did in the end and it was good. a great time of prayer and knowledge.one word : superb.golly, i'm actually hitting the books and i'm very much enjoying myself.it's very satisfying.a good balance is important as well, not burning yourself out, but studying hard still.thank God for everything.and thank you all you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113008471609242520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/113008471609242520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_10_23_archive.html#113008471609242520' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112892069444457706</id><published>2005-10-10T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T01:04:54.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goodness, i'm freeeee (: but it doesn't feel any different, just that i'm not supposed to study anymore i guess.hahaha !yayayy. i somewhat have a feeling i'll still study though. oh my gosh, i feel like a muggerina. (: hey all those taking o's, goodluck you guys! hang in there. it'll be over soon. (: God bless you all.i should start studying for o's. get my basics right. yes, i shall.esp. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112892069444457706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112892069444457706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112892069444457706' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112761708716495378</id><published>2005-09-24T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:58:07.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know stress is a part and parcel of life, yet it is so hard to get used to.the raised hopes, failed expectations, crushed hopes and faraway dreams.i hate to be such a let-down to my mom and to myself. teachers as well.but i know God has a plan for me, one far greater than this.and i've been holding on to the ' when there's no reason to smile, smile for Jesus' mantra. it's been keeping me going.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112761708716495378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112761708716495378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112761708716495378' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112702747087130966</id><published>2005-09-18T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T06:18:21.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boldness. love. and courage to step out in faith. don't read this if you can't stand reading long posts, or if you think it's pious or whatsoever. my reflection is rather long this time yeah. you're good if you can finish even halfway, yeah you get what i mean. (: yesterday's sermon really engraved something deep in my heart. God's really been speaking, maybe we're just not listening. not on our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112702747087130966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112702747087130966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112702747087130966' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112641544926065012</id><published>2005-09-11T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T01:10:49.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stir it up in our hearts Lord,a passion for your name. hearts on fire, burning with your compassion,Lord my heart's desire is to see you change our generation.take me with you, Lord how i long to follow you, please take this heart of mine.This song burned really strongly into my heart while i did quiet time today.I'm not really a very musical person, but this song really ministered to me.Thank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112641544926065012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112641544926065012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112641544926065012' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112411717413528532</id><published>2005-08-15T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T11:03:39.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>three hope girls, scroll down please (: there's a message for you guys. NOTE TO SELF :come on nic, you've gotta study for o's now.yes now. like NOWWWW.it's next year like lets see, five months away!goodness me, EOY's in a month.pardon me while i talk to myself, and no i'm not crazy,still very alive, not to worry. (:with Christ all things are possible. amenall for Jesus my king.study plan :1. pay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112411717413528532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112411717413528532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112411717413528532' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112375311778017305</id><published>2005-08-11T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:40:36.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU live, i die</title><summary type='text'>snacked like crazy today.i have a seemingly weird appetite when i'm unwell.chocolate and fruits.i slept for five hours, woke up with my head feeling like it weighed a ton and ankle throbbing, stomach growling.been searching for food all day long.something struck me,if i can be so hungry for food, why cant i just crave so much for my king ? besides, Jesus didn't even eat for forty days and night, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112375311778017305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112375311778017305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112375311778017305' title='YOU live, i die'/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112229577477592386</id><published>2005-07-25T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:49:34.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. today was a stressful day.i laughed like crazy when i'm under stress i think, actually i think i laugh no matter what !ahhh.oh man today was good, i made shar say lots of tongue twisters !coolness. shar rocks, don't worry, i cant even say them really fast.you made my day talking about teachers and all the old funny whacky times (:thank you dear. ang ziwei is full of rubbish i tell you.she's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112229577477592386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112229577477592386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112229577477592386' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112156894791267754</id><published>2005-07-16T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T08:45:15.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how a year passes by so fast.i guess i'm a year older though it definately doesnt feel like it.funky fifteen aye ?hoho. i refect and i think how much i've grown up and become moresensible and mature in my decisions after my walk with him ?it's been a great experience. thank you nat.getting to know my king more and do things that please him cos they're the best for me (:the friendships, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112156894791267754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112156894791267754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112156894791267754' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112125864340266981</id><published>2005-07-13T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T08:44:03.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nationals was a living nightmare i managed to live through.how selfish i was just thinking about me.i was so worried for ny cos they lost melissa and sarah. but am proud to say they did well.managed to embrace the spirit of sportmenship and the beauty of it.got like last in the team, i could tell i let luo lao shi down alot.i felt that my routines were so unworthy of our king ?like i said it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112125864340266981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112125864340266981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112125864340266981' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112098503617689001</id><published>2005-07-10T04:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T04:43:56.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my goodness, nationals are in two daysshoot me someone.the team's more or less prepared,except for joy's BANGED head ( which has turned her into a gong)nat and tina's front layout, callie's ankle, ANDall our beam landings.we're quite unprepared for this one.but God's sent us luo laoshi. she's a living miracle from God.in just a week she's got our standards raised by a bar, routines polishedand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112098503617689001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112098503617689001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112098503617689001' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112074115780272225</id><published>2005-07-07T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T08:59:17.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>no time ? make time then.</title><summary type='text'>I knelt to pray but not for long,I had too much to do.I had to hurry and get to workFor bills would soon be due.So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,And jumped up off my knees.My Christian duty was now doneMy soul could rest at ease.All day long I had no timeTo spread a word of cheer.No time to speak of Christ to friends,They'd laugh at me I'd fear.No time, no time, too much to do,That was my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112074115780272225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112074115780272225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112074115780272225' title='no time ? make time then.'/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112061307648557089</id><published>2005-07-05T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:24:36.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think i was me when i typed that.possibly the hyde-side of me did it.i'm so glad that though i'm not perfect my God loves me ?that's what makes me mad i guess.the happiness.the joythe oh my my my ! feeling.we should all just let go and go wild (:like dancing like mad for the joy of our Lord.whoooo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112061307648557089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112061307648557089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112061307648557089' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-112061283419680277</id><published>2005-07-05T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:20:34.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weird things are happening,seriously, i mean it plain weird.eg. '' my head is strangely surrounded by a black mass of unknown substance. ''yes, its jet black. and HOHO its just weird not seeing brown streaks in it anymore.scream blue murder nowwww.natalie was laughing at me when i told her that.now dont you laugh too. (;i'm becoming weird and really crazy.eg. during my routines, my coach was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112061283419680277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/112061283419680277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112061283419680277' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111893749285930313</id><published>2005-06-16T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:58:12.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my freakin' gosh !i mean like the hs camp was like so totally cool ?-acts bimbo AGAINwe had a skit on the last night, we were the SEXAYE BIMBOS !hohonot airheads though. honest.day one :played some RAH-RAH game ?ivan is super cute, abby is fascinated with his dimples.kimmy and i think dimples are so :D. like WHOO !i have ONE (:then they had us play some thumb wrestling ? we went up togt, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111893749285930313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111893749285930313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111893749285930313' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111838479135389506</id><published>2005-06-10T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:24:56.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>steps camp'05 was awesome.the Holy Spirit really poured forth unto us. (:thank God.i've just learnt how to just let go and truly say, God i'm laying this down at the cross for you.no longer am i bound down by any spirit of rejection, confusion, fear, worry or feel so lost, so lonely or my past but i'm strengthened by the joy of the Lord and covered wholly by his great love for me.we worship a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111838479135389506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111838479135389506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111838479135389506' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111762601675499807</id><published>2005-06-01T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:40:16.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CAN'T WAIT FOR CAMP !it's going to be awesome.a time of true spritual breakthroughs and time with our Lord.time of fun and laughter with my fellow warriors (:HE'S GOING TO MOOOOVE IN US.elizabeth and ivan are my leaders.i dont know many in my group but waalaa, its going to be blast.a time of passion, a quiet time alone with God, times of sweet fellowshipto sum it up :definately a time of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111762601675499807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111762601675499807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111762601675499807' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111615783746557855</id><published>2005-05-15T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:50:37.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JESUS,you make me so  joyfulthe joy of the Lord is my strength.i hope in all i do, i honour you (:in class, in trng, at home, in church every and anywherethose times i feel so weak, so crippled, so lifeless, so deadyou stood by me, my invisible shadow, light, my only hopeyou supported me, carried me through the stormstook my hand, and held me tight in your arms of amazing grace.my jesus my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111615783746557855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111615783746557855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111615783746557855' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111615648874760331</id><published>2005-05-15T07:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T07:55:33.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this month's been horrid.everyday with the Lord truly is excitingand the days with my friends are awesomebut yet i dread it ?how ironic aye.i've been reflecting, stoning and really just thinking.i realised that without Him, there will be nothing i'd be living for.dead probably.this walk with Him has not been easy, but superly enjoyable and purposeful.academically, i've been more or less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111615648874760331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111615648874760331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111615648874760331' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111543464584756644</id><published>2005-05-06T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:57:25.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm really glad i got saved (:thank you nat :DGOD is so great, no words can perfectly describe him.He who turned my life the right way up, pumped it up with excitement, joy and a true purpose to life for (:oh gosh oh gosh.holy holy, are you Lord God almighty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111543464584756644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111543464584756644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543464584756644' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111483090539951157</id><published>2005-04-29T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:15:05.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im feeling joyful (:the joy of the lord is my strength.heehahoo.WANTING :hey darling (:oohlalababe, you make me smile.hoho.LOVE YOU</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111483090539951157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111483090539951157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111483090539951157' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111314387437342613</id><published>2005-04-10T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T10:37:54.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jesus jesus.i face i so long to see.awed by his power and his glory.magicaldivinemagnificientgloriousamazingi was thinking of beautiful and meaningful names :alexinazandra-both meaning helper and defender of mankind.angelique-womanlyanastasia-of the resurrection ; of spring timeantoinette-priceless (:arielle-lioness of godastrid-divine strengthchessa-peacefulcristabel-beautiful christian :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111314387437342613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111314387437342613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111314387437342613' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111220120038869554</id><published>2005-03-30T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:46:40.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>persuasive speech :welcome to twinkle’s press a friend service ! for a outgoing and fun-loving friend, press one. For a mature and quiet friend, press two. For a funny fiend to go HOHOHO with, press three. For a cool and funky friend, press four. BEEEP. You will be notified shortly. Thank you for calling twinkle press a friend service, have a nice day.This, which is so small and fragile means the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111220120038869554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111220120038869554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111220120038869554' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111126084675429865</id><published>2005-03-19T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T14:34:06.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we come before your throneour hearts belong to you.we long to see your kingdom comeand bring your truth to all the earth.nations will cry out our namesend us to your harvest  lord we pray.by your spirit oh lord, we claim the nationsof the world for you jesus.by your word of truth,we're crossing overthe rivers for you.pour down your rainholy spirit move in us today.everywhere.i feel it so strongly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111126084675429865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111126084675429865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111126084675429865' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111098348395345040</id><published>2005-03-16T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T09:33:09.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when everything is wrongand all is crashing downfeeling nobody's there.or that someone even cares,he is.he never leaves (:you blow me off my feet.i love you so.tomorrow's going to stone and pebble.its awesomely lovely.a heart of expexctance (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111098348395345040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111098348395345040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111098348395345040' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-111008923745449095</id><published>2005-03-06T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T01:16:02.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll never know how much it cost to see my sin upon that crossthe pain you must have felt, the denial was much worse.i shan't ever deny you. (:you mean just too much.so much more purpose and meaning, more joy, more love, more courage and faith in your word, your light, your truth, your ways.i thank you for you, for the many great things that have happened since i've gotten to know you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111008923745449095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/111008923745449095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111008923745449095' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110924066337363079</id><published>2005-02-24T05:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T05:24:23.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heart of worshipnever felt it stronger than today.have you ever wondered how miracles happenedwho made the stars shine ever so brightlywho created such a beautiful worldits GOD (:deep in thought ;maybe a little distraughtstaring at the night sky blue ;thinking whomakes the stars twinkle ;and just at my ankle fresh grass and flowers bloom ;mesmerised ;lord you make me go boom (:i wont care what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110924066337363079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110924066337363079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110924066337363079' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110916919434064477</id><published>2005-02-23T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:33:14.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i dont care what they say , its all about you jesus (:laugh ; mock ; avoid ; judge ; stare ;gossip go ahead, laugh.i dont care, i love you jesus and your all i need (:thank you for being there lord.I LOVE YOU DADDYi wont let anything bring me down cos you are the smile on my face (;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110916919434064477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110916919434064477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110916919434064477' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110889080699690456</id><published>2005-02-20T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T04:13:26.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you daddy.i dont care what people think or say,im following you all the way (:because at the end of the day,its all up to you my king.it may be me but its YOU i care about.thank you so much for the sisters and brothers in christ that just stood by me when i was falling.thank you for your constant reassurance and lovethank you for being you.and thank all of you for just cheering me on.LOVE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110889080699690456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110889080699690456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110889080699690456' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110804995447854929</id><published>2005-02-10T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T10:39:14.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i just wonder the world or i.i sit there and pondersometimes i hoverand try not to waver.maybe i fell too deep.in your amazing love,i sleepdreaming of dovesand rabbitsin the never-ending sleepbinded by Your lovefor you i livebut these prioritiesah, how i slipthose things i need to manage,let them not age.YOU , my friends, my family, my studies, my time, my leisureoh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110804995447854929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110804995447854929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110804995447854929' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110765779002713481</id><published>2005-02-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:43:10.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TRUE LOVE WAITS (:which means that you are just committing yourself, all to god (: AMEN. i have doubts, likehow if i do find that prince charming.what if i just like have soon raging desire in me somehow ?what about the broken promise thenthe guilt ?then i realise. why think of what ifs and hows when my god has promised me a life of good and even planned it all out. so i shall just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110765779002713481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110765779002713481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110765779002713481' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110708861790300305</id><published>2005-01-30T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T07:36:57.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love my god (:he works miracles everyday.esp. in st nicholasi just feel so amazed when yet another gets saved ?and i just get so hyper. it makes me want to chase my god even more.i feel him moving in my life, in sn, in megalife, in singapore, in the world : Dits a feeling of satisfaction, of conviction, of hope, of love, of gratefulness.he gives me the strength to wake up so early, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110708861790300305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110708861790300305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110708861790300305' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110657674328533046</id><published>2005-01-24T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T10:51:49.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was studying and listening to holy musicwhen something struck me. like BANG !i guess its that gratefulness and all ?just reflecting about my behavior as a christian that i said to the others about during prayer meeting. live it all out. so all those around you will go : ' wow ! thats something different about you that they desire to have in their lives too.LIVING THAT HOLY LIFE :DDD </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110657674328533046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110657674328533046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110657674328533046' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110603644400566747</id><published>2005-01-18T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T03:20:44.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>secondary three is going to pass me by soon if i dont grasp and use the time i have wisely. i shall strive to honour my bestfriend with my studies :Dhopefully, all my targets will be met.a lilttle hard though.aiming for b3's and a's ONLY.but mostly As' except math and science which is impossible.but i shall by GOD's grace !gloria and val are coming to my church on saturday i think !really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110603644400566747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110603644400566747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110603644400566747' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110580306689558149</id><published>2005-01-15T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T10:31:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me what ive seen was just a fluke, please.oh my, to think today was going to be so bad. :shoot me.i mean it this time.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110580306689558149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110580306689558149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110580306689558149' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110520664829993768</id><published>2005-01-08T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:23:17.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PONDER :conquerors of conquerors, as mighty warriors of god ! fight to the end, never giving up, clinging on to our faith, standing strongall the traits of a normal christian. i feel god moving in here, STILLhave faith all my SKone darlings. set backs make you stronger, more fervent in your faith.love with your heart soul and mind. open it to jesus, its always worth it !when the oceans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110520664829993768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110520664829993768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110520664829993768' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110501658457420228</id><published>2005-01-06T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T08:03:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCHOOLthe workloadthe pressure [which i think i give myself ]the peoplethe biologythe mathTHE HELP I NEEEEEEEED. kill me if you canhurry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110501658457420228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110501658457420228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110501658457420228' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110422809999825698</id><published>2004-12-28T04:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T05:01:39.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally found a way to find a computer in this really crazy world.AZA'S PRETTY ! :Dtrust me babe. hoho, the years gone, almost.darn it. im gonna miss the holidays.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110422809999825698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110422809999825698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110422809999825698' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110372689192161693</id><published>2004-12-22T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:48:11.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY !im hyperventilating.really, i am.gosh im just really really really REALLY happy ! :DDDDYAY !yes, it was sad and all.it was all worth it. (:holding hands, conquering what the came may TOGETHER:Dyes, forever.I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ABBY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372689192161693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372689192161693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110372689192161693' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110372688163683461</id><published>2004-12-22T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:48:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY !im hyperventilating.really, i am.gosh im just really really really REALLY happy ! :DDDDYAY ! yes, it was sad and all.it was all worth it. (:holding hands, conquering what the came may TOGETHER:D yes, forever.I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ABBY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372688163683461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372688163683461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110372688163683461' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110372687981579545</id><published>2004-12-22T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T10:01:33.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY !im hyperventilating.really, i am.gosh im just really really really REALLY happy ! :DDDDYAY !yes, it was sad and all.it was all worth it. (:holding hands, conquering what come may TOGETHER:Dyes, forever.I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ABBY.i really do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372687981579545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372687981579545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110372687981579545' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110372687585981534</id><published>2004-12-22T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T09:47:55.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO HAPPY !im hyperventilating.really, i am.gosh im just really really really REALLY happy ! :DDDDYAY ! yes, it was sad and all.it was all worth it. (:holding hands, conquering what the came may TOGETHER:D yes, forever.I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ABBY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372687585981534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110372687585981534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110372687585981534' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110368885454166053</id><published>2004-12-21T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:14:14.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh gosh !all food disorders are scary.esp the one where ppl dont eat at all ?!cant rmb the term for it. |:darn. HOW CAN THEY BEAR NOT TO EAT ?JESUS HAS GIVEN THEM A MOUTH TO EAT AND BY DOING THAT THEY HURT THEMSELVES AND SADDEN GOD |:scary. shall pray for all those ppl. :DDtoday, i went out with laura and samuel (:it was fun.watched ocean tweleve. arrived late tho sorry ! decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110368885454166053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110368885454166053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110368885454166053' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110368885335016982</id><published>2004-12-21T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:14:13.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh gosh !all food disorders are scary.esp the one where ppl dont eat at all ?!cant rmb the term for it. |:darn. HOW CAN THEY BEAR NOT TO EAT ?JESUS HAS GIVEN THEM A MOUTH TO EAT AND BY DOING THAT THEY HURT THEMSELVES AND SADDEN GOD |:scary. shall pray for all those ppl. :DDtoday, i went out with laura and samuel (:it was fun.watched ocean tweleve. arrived late tho sorry ! decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110368885335016982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110368885335016982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110368885335016982' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110352961009446629</id><published>2004-12-20T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T03:00:10.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVEfour lettershuge meaninggodly loveholysweetwarmperfectwhole:Dlove for family and friendsforgivingkindpatientbeautifullove for enemiestoughcold at times ?perserveringlovely - when one can wholely love (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110352961009446629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110352961009446629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110352961009446629' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110317913576357668</id><published>2004-12-16T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:38:55.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THANK YOU !LARGE MEDIUM SMALLhoho : D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110317913576357668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110317913576357668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110317913576357668' title=''/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5312727.post-110317874579371573</id><published>2004-12-16T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:32:25.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ilu* nicolongshalin </title><summary type='text'>my pweety sister :)i just wanted to tell you how much i love you.THANK YOU SO MUCH.for yesterday.for listening to me and being there :)I LOVE YOU ALOT X)it was really well appreciated.i'll be there for you too.don't worry about ___ and your family :)cause god's there to walk that path with you.so will i.im still keeping the message you sent me long time ago.it was a similar one.hohoho.i'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110317874579371573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5312727/posts/default/110317874579371573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeekaboo.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110317874579371573' title='ilu* nicolongshalin '/><author><name>she went wild</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948082661917189642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
