<?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-6527058420666774562</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:21:46.608+08:00</updated><category term='things of a different nature'/><title type='text'>on days of rage, come sit with me in my garden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-5164605264543356172</id><published>2008-10-28T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:27:55.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So who's going for youth camp??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for the rest of the exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...jUsTiN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-5164605264543356172?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5164605264543356172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=5164605264543356172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5164605264543356172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5164605264543356172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-whos-going-for-youth-camp-all-best.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-4714170412043210013</id><published>2008-08-17T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:18:25.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i'm back! yes yes please do post stuff.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm taking con 3 now, so will mostly be going for saturday evening mass. come sit with me if you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. nat and gerard, thanks for the gift! thats very sweet of you. okay i'll promise to pray more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-4714170412043210013?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4714170412043210013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=4714170412043210013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4714170412043210013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4714170412043210013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-im-back-yes-yes-please-do-post.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8481787761413912021</id><published>2008-08-11T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:51:31.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! WOW. someone actually posted! thanks justin ((:&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. yeah we need to keep in touch more! as you know, some of us do go for 11.15 mass so JOIN US PEOPLE! xD and keep youselves free in december. youth camp is coming up! i think it'll be similar to our confi camp, in which all of us get together to get closer to God and to each other(: so if you're looking out for an adventure you better be there! (:&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. all the best for prelims evryone!&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes, this is nat. who else did you think it was?&lt;br /&gt;wink wink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8481787761413912021?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8481787761413912021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8481787761413912021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8481787761413912021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8481787761413912021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8086600023967701758</id><published>2008-08-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:19:24.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried my luck and got in</title><content type='html'>OK...im suprised i managed to get in in the first place...haha. Couldn't really recall the password but i tried my luck and got in. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that no one has been updating this blog so i thought i would. haha. Well confirmation has been about 11 weeks ago...wow. No one has updated it since then i guess...haha. I know some people still go for mass together but i rarely do...hope everyone keeps in touch. Someone please continue with a next post...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there will be more...this is my first. =) I would like to see more...haha. Those who want to post can ask for the password but of course it wont be given un the cbox...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...jUsTiN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8086600023967701758?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8086600023967701758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8086600023967701758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8086600023967701758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8086600023967701758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-tried-my-luck-and-got-in.html' title='I tried my luck and got in'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-2934321944121270775</id><published>2008-05-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T21:23:29.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYY!&lt;br /&gt;hello all =D well. HAPPY BELATED CONFIRMATION! so. it feels, normal. but then again. we have no more classes! AHH. how weird is that? anyhoo. i know its been less than a week but then, im beginning to miss classes. the fact of knowing that we aint gonna have anymore classes just makes me like that. AHH! ooh! to all those, if you do come and read, on the 7th of June, saturday, party at ECP! 4 in the afternoon. (: yup. ILY! oh. i am nat! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-2934321944121270775?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2934321944121270775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=2934321944121270775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/2934321944121270775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/2934321944121270775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/okayy-hello-all-d-well.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-575084517924796502</id><published>2008-05-12T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T03:18:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey nat and steph, thanks for posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to nat: i suppose when i was con 4, i was totally different from you. i wasnt so worried about what's gonna happen during mass or whats gonna happen after i got confirmed... not exactly apathy.. but not so concerned either.. i felt that i will just 'go with the flow', and see what happens next..like on my confirmation day itself, a few hours before the mass i was still by the poolside suntanning and stuff, and i was even slightly late for the debrief before the mass. during mass i didnt feel anything special.. was more or less like any other mass, just that you get to see your friends dress up. in retrospect, yes i would have wanted to be like you.. wanted the mass to be special and all. but i dont really regret anything that happened then because all that matters now, is the NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what or how to help you answer your questions about your confusion.. but i know for sure that sometimes, just take a step back and let 'jesus take the wheel' as you put it. dont know if you can remember what one of the catechists said. sometimes we just want god to speak to us or work wonders in our life or heart, that we leave no space for him to enter our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose the nursery song was right in a sense.. que  sera sera.. whatever will be.. will be.. the future's not our's to see... que sera sera... when i was just a little girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, apathy is definitely not the way to go here. but i doubt that would be a problem for those of you who do visit this blog and read the posts.. i guess the easiest way to grow in your faith is to join a group in church.. be it YC or choir or YF or the newest group, Seraphic Embrace.. OR, if you cant find a group that you like, why not start one! that would actually be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea as i said, join a group.. any group..because truthfully speaking, if i had not become a YF, i'd just be a sunday catholic (or perhaps less than that), and eventually just lose in touch with god and my faith.. and not have questions coming to me that after being answered, allowed me to get to know god and myself better.. and of course, i wouldn't have met you people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add on to steph's post.. i was online on friday night, talking to matthew online.. and he asked me,' are you gonna miss us'. and my answer was and still is and will always be yes. it's been very enjoyable getting to know all of you.. not as a class, but as individuals.. often i feel that there is just not enough time and opportunity to really get to know you in class.. and even outside class, i have always felt that i could have and can do more to know you guys better. what's your favourite ice cream flavour, whats your favourite word, what films and books do you like the most.. all these questions and more questions.. will still remain unanswered after 3.5 years of confirmation class.. and i do feel guilty about that...i would really really love to see you guys in church even after confirmation.. not just because it's O levels year, or because my friend or this cute guy/girl is going, then i go for mass. NO. i would very much love to participate in a camp organised by you guys, pray together with you guys, faciliate a class together with you guys, and after that, go out for a meal or two after all these activities, or perhaps even go night cycling or plan an overseas CIP trip or something like that. I want the word "US" to still exist, if it had existed before, or if it hadn't, then create this "US".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've rambled again. apologies.. but this "US", is so important.. because it is because the essence of Catholicism is.. (any prizes for guessing it right).. COMMUNITY. so for those who know where and what they are going after confirmation, kudos! for those who dont, pray about it and talk to people. and between those who know and those who dont, help each other out. as friends, as a community. and remember, there's always the rest of us who will always be here to listen and to give you our perspectives (not advice. perspectives)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles doodles..&lt;br /&gt;love, adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-575084517924796502?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/575084517924796502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=575084517924796502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/575084517924796502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/575084517924796502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-nat-and-steph-thanks-for-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-5367959084701373688</id><published>2008-05-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:47:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so. 2 weeks to confirmation. doesnt time pass FAST? i mean. 2 more weeks of class. then POOF! no more class. its sad to a certain extent. l mean, its going to be difficult. like, we dont have the chance to talk about our faith every sunday ( going to mass doesnt count. how many of you think THAT much about your faith when you go for mass? especially when we go with each other) and i mean, its just, different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i really wanna get confirmed, but im scared. i think. like, does anything change after confirmation? the whole idea is partially overwhelming. you hear everyone talk about htier confiration and how cool or boring mass was; it could be seen as just another mass, or something that much greater. i hear people say that we should pray that on that day, we are able to say YES to the lord with great joy. i sometimes think i understand that, but then i think, say yes to what? i mean yes, the lord, but what about him?&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes think i understand it all, like, i want to touched and moved by the spirit in my life and at confirmation, but then sometimes i just, i dont know. i get confused. and lost, but im not so sure about what. and though im pretty keen on joining something in church after confirmation, i just wonder if i'll ever fuly understand what im confused about.&lt;br /&gt;so. what ever shall i do? i have no idea, but im starting to find solce in those praise and worship songs. so there. i just think, jesus, take the wheel and just maybe, i will be able to fully fully fully with all my heaert, say yes to whatever abou the lord i hould say yes to =D&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;nat(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-5367959084701373688?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5367959084701373688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=5367959084701373688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5367959084701373688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5367959084701373688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-993568497804341889</id><published>2008-05-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:38:14.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget about telling the class about this blog. If no one bothered to for the past few months, one more week won't kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I really wanna say something, but the tendancy to sound absolutely demanding just freaks me out, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's the weekend of the last confirmation class of which you attend as a confirmant. (Cue tissues and all that..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, everyone feels the want and need to get confirmed and all that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the whole O'level chinese thingy, apparently, parents JUST found out about it.. (Man, they're fast!) But I say, WHO really would be mugging CHINESE on a Sunday night? Tell me your name and I'll scoff at your face. You won't be mugging, you'll be soaking up the last hours of what would end an otherwise ordinary weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hours could be spent laughing and rejoicing in the knowledge that you have finally become an 'official' member of His church. Ready to grasp the strips and pieces of wisdom he has imparted to you so you can have a further understanding of what he truly is about. Have the courage to speak out, be fillial always, love and fear him, acknowledging him as our true God and.. well, counsel people, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... anyway, I really hope that as one class, we leave a legacy behind that remains unforgettable. (Actually, I'm sure we already did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you guys always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stephanie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-993568497804341889?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/993568497804341889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=993568497804341889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/993568497804341889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/993568497804341889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/05/forget-about-telling-class-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-2841288674636202767</id><published>2008-04-16T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:44:55.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's something strange in the neighbourhood...who do you call</title><content type='html'>hello all!&lt;br /&gt;i just reached home from Youth Formation Programme and i'm feeling happy. i can't put my finger down on why i feel this way after YFPs.. i guess in some way it's because i get to know more about myself and God and not to mention the amazing people there.. i guess in some ways, i feel more.. relieved, because my questions are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come to think about it, i've been lucky in this sense because i've been surrounded by all these wonderful people who have been able to answer my questions. and i thought about the time when i was in con 4.. i felt kind of lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what ministry i should join, or who i should approach should i want to enquire more about the ministry. or rather, i didnt feel compelled or passionate enough about something to make me want to ask around. i dont know if you guys are feeling like that now. you might wonder, what's the point, really, of joining some ministry or youth group. Afterall, i've got better things to do, and i'm a good catholic as long as i attend mass every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i cant answer that for you. it is, afterall, your choice.i cant explain how important joining some group is after confirmation is, because the truth is, this importance is what you make of it. what i mean is, you decide how close you want your relationship with God, with other people to be. what if, one day you find that you have questions whose answers cannot be found in mass alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wht do you do then? panic? curse God? quit your religion? abandon all that you've ever believed in? or denounce God altogether?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've felt like this at some point of my post-confirmation faith journey before. and trust me, it sucks. at this point of time, ask yourself, wouldnt it be so much easier if i had friends to help me through with these questions; to guide me in finding the answers for myself? Now isn't that just.. bliss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (the catechists, daniel and I)can't be here for you always. soon you're going to get confirmed, and catechism class would be history. and know what's the funny thing. lots of questions will come after you're confirmed. by which time, there'll be no priya or charles or any of the catechists around to answer your questions. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you got my point? well actually all i wanted to say is, be pro-active, be passionate about what you want. and if you do want to know something, ask!!! say you want to know who to contact if you wanna join G2. ASK! you may feel shy asking some stranger stuff.. so, this is where i come in. should you be too shy, i'll try to help you ask around and perhaps direct you to somebody who can answer your questions. no promises that i'll always know what to do, but i'll try best. promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when there's something strange, in the neighbourhood.. do you know who to call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-2841288674636202767?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2841288674636202767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=2841288674636202767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/2841288674636202767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/2841288674636202767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-something-strange-in.html' title='there&apos;s something strange in the neighbourhood...who do you call'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-7809373706722535128</id><published>2008-04-14T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:29:59.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIHIHI(:&lt;br /&gt; okayy.&lt;br /&gt;adeline you are so true.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we should actually be searching for our dear GOD; not who we might have the HUGEST crush on. and especailly since confirmation is like what, 6 weeks away?&lt;br /&gt;its so creepy. and scary how time just flies. i mean, in 6 weeks we'll be like, im confirmed! how AWESOME is that?!  dang. i really need to use this time well and all for preparation. like "looking" for God.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be like adeline! by bible is also kinda untouched. so i shall do what she does and hopefully more questions will be answered.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry if this post makes absolutely no sense; i have jsut completed 3 chapters of TKAM notes ofr my test and my brain is about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;dang. i cant even spell properly.&lt;br /&gt;love, natalie (:(:(: Zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-7809373706722535128?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7809373706722535128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=7809373706722535128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7809373706722535128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7809373706722535128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/hihihi-okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3352276477355527107</id><published>2008-04-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:02:18.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebooking</title><content type='html'>so..you have a new crush. but you hardly know him/her. what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get his/her number? but how?&lt;br /&gt;search for him/her on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;google his/her name?&lt;br /&gt;ask around friends whether they know him/her, and cross your fingers while you do?&lt;br /&gt;ask friends for opinions on whether he/she is cute/smart/funny/lame etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i was just thinking.. if we can do all those for someone we like, is it that difficult to do it for god? well, maybe not on facebook, but how about other places? in other people, for instance. or perhaps in yourself? the bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for one, am guilty of not doing enough to know god better. out of all the books on my shelf, my bible is the newest looking book. and it's not because i take super good care of it. so i shall make a resolution. to want to know god through the holy word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about you? how do you want to get to know god better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3352276477355527107?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3352276477355527107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3352276477355527107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3352276477355527107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3352276477355527107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/facebooking.html' title='facebooking'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1308911516416990753</id><published>2008-04-07T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:00:55.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be back tmr!</title><content type='html'>hey girls, thanks for posting! sorry have not been religiously posting as i had intended to. be back tmr, when my eyes can open. till then, cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1308911516416990753?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1308911516416990753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1308911516416990753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1308911516416990753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1308911516416990753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-back-tmr.html' title='be back tmr!'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-4399225617603068154</id><published>2008-04-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:57:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY! okay. NAT here(:(: okayy. wwell. you know. i love coming to class now! its all. so friendly. like. were all able to get together and just TALK. with people were even not very close to! ( but hey. you know i love all of you!)  hee hee. OKAYY. i cant believe this! SEVEN weeks to confrimation. i mean, its less than 2 months! GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i think confirmation will really be an explosion of feelings. i mean, having the chance to receive the gift of the holy spirit is AMAZING, but then we have no more class! ahh.&lt;br /&gt;bite me, somebody. =P anyhoo. i think we should play double whacko more often. it gets us all on this high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. im gald that the thing that you mentioned steph, we dont have to worry about it anymore. (:(: we get to have the most perfect perfect confirmation. (:&lt;br /&gt;ppl need to know about this blog man! but at least there are people posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love to all (:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-4399225617603068154?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4399225617603068154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=4399225617603068154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4399225617603068154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4399225617603068154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-hey-hey-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3531676773678257362</id><published>2008-04-05T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T15:32:23.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh,</title><content type='html'>I'm thinkin' people still don't REALLY visit this place.. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's obvious or anything.. but hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. just wanted to drop by in case people think this blog's dying... it's NOT. (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. well.. it's about 1.5 months to Confirmation baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some recent news HAS kept me from feeling as excited as I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3531676773678257362?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3531676773678257362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3531676773678257362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3531676773678257362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3531676773678257362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/04/eh.html' title='Eh,'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1146460388212520603</id><published>2008-03-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:47:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehh... Okay! Steph here, btw. (Say CHEESE. ((: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further, let me say that putting the password on the blog wasn't a VERY clever idea.. Sometimes, losers and people with absolutely NO life at all will come in, sign as as a Con4 class member and ERASE ALL POSTS/CHANGE PASSWORDS/DELETE THE BLOG. Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Well, anyhoo, I won't edit the post seeing as to how it's part of our rules not to do so. But, Adeline dear, if there's a better way to spread the word? (I'm thinking during class or something.. I don't know..) Maybe you could erase that part out? (SUGGESTION. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! So this is my post in _____ months. The last time I posted, I think I was a little angry that a class parting ways in a few months after being together for 3 years could not even bond together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO glad, I can delete that post now! (Not that I will.. because it serves as a reminder of our 'red sea' days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really look forward to church every single week. (And will continue to do so till Confirmation. Then I might just cry or something. I don't know. Haven't decided.) OKAY! Well, as I was saying, I really love the class the way it is now, with all the bonding and the outings and the stupidness and the GOSSIP. (Haha.. a great perk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Camp was SOO super dooper TERRIFIC (yeah sure.. stupid describing words.. I totally agree..) that I even found out I had two neighbours who went to the SAME confirmation class as me. -.-' Yeah, I know. Quite silly. It shows how BLIND i was to the other confirmants around me. (except my dear talkatives lah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I can definitely say, come 25th May 2008, I dread 2 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's the last day we're all 'forced' to be together as a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bleddy' O'level Chinese Paper the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's live on the spirit of our unique group everyday in our lives, because sometimes, that's the only thing keeping us on our feet! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm gonna edit the blog a little.. so less questions are raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been whacko-ed by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1146460388212520603?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1146460388212520603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1146460388212520603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1146460388212520603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1146460388212520603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/ehh.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3062741583694557084</id><published>2008-03-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:09:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;TIARA here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like my very first time posting on the class blog (and only 'cause adeline openly put up the log in info, hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just want to say (again) how much i loved con camp this year because for the first time in 4 years, i actually felt CLOSE to the class. i mean, all this while its only been with the clique, y'know? steph, joan, nat, belle, anne, sam chan, mich. and. and. and. okay thats all i remember for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, all those times playing whacko and OUCH are sorely missed by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's cool, is that after the camp, cliques are redefined! ..somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;like during holy week, from maundy thursday till easter sunday, we've been going for mass with people we wouldnt normally go with, if it wasnt for the ultimate bonding session in early march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well done to those who organised it, cos it was a blast(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3062741583694557084?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3062741583694557084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3062741583694557084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3062741583694557084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3062741583694557084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-hello-everyone-tiara-here-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3384066998634787886</id><published>2008-03-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:13:16.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TALK TO ME</title><content type='html'>EH YOU GUYS! I DONT LIKE SOLILOQUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE SAY SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH FOR COMMENTING! BUT POST TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL ADDRESS: c&lt;a href="mailto:xomesitwithmeinmygarden@gmail.com"&gt;omesitwithmeinmygarden@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;password (yes. password) : faithjourney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me out here k. this week i'm really really busy. all my busy-ness will hopefully end on wednesday. so from now till then, i'm sorry i cant share much :( and it's less than 2 months to your confirmation. gosh. i'm panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;add me online too k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:adelinesetiawan@hotmail.com"&gt;adelinesetiawan@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. and please, do tell the sat class people and remind the sunday class people too? thankewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3384066998634787886?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3384066998634787886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3384066998634787886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3384066998634787886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3384066998634787886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/talk-to-me.html' title='TALK TO ME'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3933255706345198356</id><published>2008-03-25T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:51:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let it be</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt happy, sad, impatient, irritated, jittery, pissed, overly excited, annoyed all once at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i never thought i was able to feel like that. until recently. to put it simply, it feels absolutely horrible. i thought i was going mad. i even thought maybe i could be possessed. like just so many thoughts racing in my mind, and being unable to focus in just one single thought... just lots and lots and lots of background noise, except that it isn't just background noise. all of these noises are equally loud. kinda like when you wanna tune a radio to a specific station, but in between you get all these white noises, and they leave you unable to focus on anything in the reality. you could be staring at a pen on a table, but all you can perceive is nothing. just lots and lots of undistinguishable commotion in your head, and you dont register that the pen is there on the table at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's new to me, this feeling. and rather scary too. i tried to brush it off the first time it happened.. which was during easter vigil. but it didnt go away. today it happened again. and i couldnt take it anymore. and i prayed for god to help me and take it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and immediately the 'ave maria' tune came into my mind, and everything just settled into place. and then there was silence. and peace, and i felt really calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the beatles song, let it be.&lt;br /&gt;"when i find myself in times of trouble, mother mary comes to me.. speaking words of wisdom.. let it be.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67J_66hdN-I&amp;amp;eurl=http://lyrics.com/lyric.php?id=5685"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67J_66hdN-I&amp;amp;eurl=http://lyrics.com/lyric.php?id=5685&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer. let it be. Let it be, let it be, ..... And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, .....  "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3933255706345198356?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3933255706345198356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3933255706345198356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3933255706345198356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3933255706345198356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-it-be.html' title='let it be'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-7041380770369448041</id><published>2008-03-24T05:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:34:22.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when saint peter asks...</title><content type='html'>sunday peeps, remember last week francis asked if you guys knew the answers to the 10 questions.. and one of them was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what are the 4 entrance questions to heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was your first reaction to this question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh. go to heaven also must have exam one ah"&lt;br /&gt;"shit. what ah"&lt;br /&gt;"huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... the 4 questions are:&lt;br /&gt;1) "when i was hungry, did you give me food?"&lt;br /&gt;2) "when i was thirsty, did you give me something to drink?"&lt;br /&gt;3) "when i was naked, did you clothe me?"&lt;br /&gt;4) "when i was in prison, did you visit me?"&lt;br /&gt;[matthew 25:35...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please dont take it literally.&lt;br /&gt;1) hungry.. for what? think! hungry for bread.. the bread of.. LIFE! hungry for god!&lt;br /&gt;2) thirsty for....make a quick guess. thirsty for god's mercy. (hmm and what does this mean?)&lt;br /&gt;3) naked... (huh?) think. when isit that you feel naked, bare, vulnerable..when you ask for forgiveness for your sins? so clothing someone 'naked' means, did you forgive the person?&lt;br /&gt;4) prison.. refers to fear.. when someone was afraid (of what? who?), did you comfort him/her and "armed" him/her? and WHAT, is the best way to counter FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is fear? fear of what? is fear necessarily good/bad? Mr John-the-disciple said something about fear. go check up his love letters, in John 1 (not the gospel!) chapter 4, verse 18. what did he say? does he make sense? how does it apply to you and your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for more good stuff to come! and please, do share!&lt;br /&gt;as i said earlier, last sprint. so run. run run run, as fast as you can. maybe you'll catch up with the gingerbread man. or maybe, you'll realise that you arent ready to run a marathon yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as chris martin of coldplay said,".... nobody said it was easy...."&lt;br /&gt;can you say a resounding "yes!" to all the above 4 questions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-7041380770369448041?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7041380770369448041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=7041380770369448041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7041380770369448041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7041380770369448041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-saint-peter-asks.html' title='when saint peter asks...'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8888235008541951586</id><published>2008-03-24T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T05:08:26.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run. run. run. sprint.</title><content type='html'>hey guys. another one month plus plus to your confirmation day. excited? worried? thrilled? relieved? most importantly, prepared? i shall try to share as many things as i can from now till may. like a last sprint. hopefully you guys will find it useful.. oh and PLEASE please please please tell the rest of the class and the saturday class ppl of this place? and everyone, PLEASE KINDLY do comment/share/rant/throw questions! thank you=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adeline, with lots of love, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8888235008541951586?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8888235008541951586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8888235008541951586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8888235008541951586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8888235008541951586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/run-run-run-sprint.html' title='run. run. run. sprint.'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8579855431026925323</id><published>2008-03-16T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:09:12.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heathen Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s202.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/44seconds/?action=view&amp;amp;current=con4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/44seconds/con4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say after 3 years of being in the same class, I'm glad we finally bonded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I must say I had a lot of fun today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8579855431026925323?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8579855431026925323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8579855431026925323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8579855431026925323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8579855431026925323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/heathen-chemistry.html' title='Heathen Chemistry'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-5807478156380596519</id><published>2008-03-15T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:04:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HEY! okayy. am i the only idiot who actually bothers to post? this sucks. boo. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. who agreess that camp was AWESOME? hee. i think it was. like. the YCers and our very own YF were totally awesome and so much fun to be with ahh! they just rocked la. and can you believe it? the different cliques are all hanging out now. WHEE. were going out tomoro! (:(:&lt;br /&gt; lol. anyhoo. i want anohter camp! not only did it bring all of us closer to each other, but it DEFINITELY brought us closer to god. i mean, the P and W was really fantastic and it really allowed to feel that inexpressable joy and all. and i mean. its just AWESOME. and im really happy for that. we should enjoy our last year as a class. and then we should all join a  ministry after confirmation! (: hee. i am. i think ill join the YC. but G2 still calls out to me. ahh. i still have time to choose. anyways. see yall tomoro and i PRAY that therell be no red sea(:&lt;br /&gt;lots of love to all(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-5807478156380596519?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5807478156380596519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=5807478156380596519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5807478156380596519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5807478156380596519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-4077031254941205124</id><published>2008-02-22T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T19:54:14.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAYY. nat here again. well, i know that last weeks seminar didnt go as well as we liked it to be. BUT. threre is omething good i got out of it. you know those dailt reflection things? they REALLY help(: this whole week has been really shitty for me to the point of me emo-ing. (imagine that.) but well. this week is about our faith in god. and it really made me think twice about how much i put in him.&lt;br /&gt;you know, like you always say, yeahh i believe in god, i pray and all, but you dont realise in times when you feel like all hope is lost, you dont go to him. or he's NOT the first name in your mind that pops up when something goes wrong. sorry. am i being too serious? i am still kinda in my emoness. its not good. but yeahh. praying and just talking to him does help. like, i enjoy singing, so i sing hymns. it makes me feel vetter. you all should just tyr it. the reflections. TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY! like. the first time i did the reflections this week, on monday, i was in total despair but after reading the scripture things actually made sense. it felt so. magical. like that reading was made for me, to read at that particular moment. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-4077031254941205124?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4077031254941205124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=4077031254941205124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4077031254941205124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4077031254941205124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/02/okayy_22.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-4847244476879366230</id><published>2008-02-10T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:47:21.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OKAYY. Nat here(: well then. next week we start that Youth in the Spirit Seminar thingy. does anybody feel somewhat excited about this? does anybody even know what its for? because i know i dont. fyi, i wasnt there for the briefing last sun. hee. anyhoo. i think its got something to do with our preparation for our confirmation. OH! our confirmation. you know what SUCKS???  OUR MOTHER TONGUE O LEVEL PAPER IS THE DAY AFTER CONFIRMATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how shitty is that? the catechists said that they'd try and see what they can do about it. i pray that the date will change. who wants to study so hard on the day of a joyous event likw our confirmation? moreover, who wants to NOT study the day before ANY O level paper?&lt;br /&gt;not me for sure. and tiara. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. back to the YISS thingumy. is it supposed to help us and convince us that we want to be confirmed? im sure half the class wants to get confirmed just so that they can stop attending cat classes. with all my heart i pray that the YISS thingy will be productive. or else its wasting 2 hours of our lives EVERY week. oh sigh. see yall on sun then(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-4847244476879366230?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4847244476879366230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=4847244476879366230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4847244476879366230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4847244476879366230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/02/okayy.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1548921972556905587</id><published>2008-01-26T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:37:45.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Think it says something when the blog oddly and slowly dies at the beginning of the year. like, a little reminescence of the last blog we tried to keep up. Gone. Like, poof, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyhoo, today's little 'sermon' is brought to you by yours truly, Stephanie. Or, as some might know me , dagr81. (as in 'da-gr8-1') cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Right, well.. The topic of the day is.. 'Oh my goodness, a little change, please.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Okay, then! Opening Statement: I (steph) would enjoy catechism class so much more, if the level of politics surrounding the entire team of Con' 4 cathechists wasn't so blantantly obvious. I really can't get over the whole 'I rule the earth, so bite me' attitude that apparently, only we face as the graduating class of 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Confused? Lost? I'll make it simple. Think about this, shall we? How many changes have we experienced in our last 3 years? (this one not counted.) This is in terms of Catechists, syllabus and in comparison with previous cohorts. How many times were we deprived of the chance to really bond as a class? How many actual class-bonding activities did we have? (No, the whole naming people game wasn't counted because that was not exactly helpful. No offense, I don't want to leave class remembering 'Oh, that guy has a PSP.' or 'Oh.. that girl has a facebook.' It's not something you leave with after almost 10 years together.) Where was I? Oh yes.. And do you notice that we're still divided up onto either sides of the stupid 'red sea'? Why, are we 8 and starting to realise that boys are dumb and girls are stupid? Or are we approaching an age where in order to fulfil a holistic life, you have to enjoy interactive with both sexes? I would say that my dears and I would sorta gladly move to the back to inter-mingle. However, no one would sit in the front, and thus, the red sea now divides the teachers and the scared-to-death students hovering in the back because their lives depeneded on it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Again, I present a different perspective: someone comes in with a prepared speech to give. They are presented by two of the above senarios.. A) Boys and Girls seperated by an imaginary line barring either sides to ever cross or befall terrible curses and a fate worse than death. B) Students afraid to move to the front and are struggling to be seated closest to the door. The assumption is that the qualified catechists that were commissioned by the church not too long ago, are indeed, deathly cannibals. Which then, do you think should make us look worse? A? B? or secret option C) MY GOSH, PEOPLE. GROW UP, WILL YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;So, I'm thinking there needs to be a little bit of work done before we get confirmed, don't you? I mean.. we only have 5 more months.. Do I hear sighs? Or slight cries of triumph?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1548921972556905587?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1548921972556905587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1548921972556905587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1548921972556905587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1548921972556905587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/think-it-says-something-when-blog-oddly.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1474712321371066233</id><published>2008-01-24T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T16:03:35.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OKAY!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one else seems ot bother to read this blog. but to those who do. ahh SEC FOUR SUCKs. i bet there is no one who would disagree with me.=D all the tests, studying, stress and so on and so forth. thats when its the PERFECT time to say a prayer and turn to god, doncha think? (: i do. thats what i always do.(:&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i flet that class last week was OKAY la. it was funn having to do the code of arms thingyy. :) and everyone was like. exceptionally enthu! so thats GOOD. hee. cause everyone was like talking so much and all. HOPEULLY classes will get better. btu i wont know. i wont be there on time this week! ill be there for lik what. 20 min. disturbing. EEK.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo.have fun for the rest of week! (: you know what? we should so totally remind the class about the blog again. i bet more than half of them dont even know it exists. DOI.&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE((: oh. and im nat. fyi/ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1474712321371066233?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1474712321371066233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1474712321371066233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1474712321371066233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1474712321371066233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-no-one-else-seems-ot-bother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1169481007179271341</id><published>2008-01-17T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:29:03.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ÓOH! i totally forgot. I MISS ALL YOU CAT CLASS PEOPLE! hee(: just something i felt like i should express. give my love to all yada yada(:  now dont yall feel so loved???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1169481007179271341?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1169481007179271341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1169481007179271341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1169481007179271341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1169481007179271341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-i-totally-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8159559143976639867</id><published>2008-01-17T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:24:14.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;hey hey hey:D NAT here! anyhoo. dont you have to be confirmed to join a ministry? ( with the excepton of belle and steph of course). :)) i so wanna join something with you people! argh. this is so horrible. i mean, i dont want confirmation to come cause i dont want to stop hanging out with the big gang (wink wink thats you ppl! ;)) but i wanta be able to join something! REALLY BAD. hee. =D so well. its er. lemme count. OOH! 3 days to start of class! does everyone know? later suddenly no one but us turn up. how.. maluing. anyhhoo. we should convince majority of the class to go for youth camp this yr. like, not only will it be an enriching experience(as how yall seem yo put it)  but its like. sfter our confirmation, so we can get back together as a class and hang out! like chill and have fun cause its totally different from cat class (: yupp. im outttttt(: bye!! oh. and all the best to those ALREADY ahving tests in their 2nd or 3rd (im not too sure which it is) week of school (: like me! and TIARA of course. HEE. +D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8159559143976639867?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8159559143976639867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8159559143976639867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8159559143976639867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8159559143976639867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-hey-heyd-nat-here-anyhoo.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-3220901559427974603</id><published>2008-01-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:34:38.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles from an old woman</title><content type='html'>okay fine. so this blog might be dying..but anyhoos.those of you who read this. CAT CLASS THIS SUNDAY!!! argh. hols are so short.. so how're your hols.. mine was. urgh. pretty slack.. went to a dump site to visit the children i volunteered to teach last time during my 8 mth break after my A's. SOOOOO.. i shall post the pictures of them soon! after i develop my film. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of you are sec 4 this year.. in fact, all of you should be right.. and sec 4.. is.. &lt;gasps&gt;. seriously, there isnt much time for play.. but pace yourself, so that you wont burn out by the time exam comes.. and most importantly, pray for guidance and strength yea. pray for your friends too! like me! and dont even think about praying for good grades when you havent even studied for it.. i watched this show on Hallmark channel a few days ago.. its about odyseuss and a greek tragedy.. and in this scene, the goddess, athena, told odyseuss's son: the gods will not do for man what man can do alone. SO. do sth. dont just sit there and expect your A to fall down from the sky because of god's grace..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, yea. i do agree with steph. go join SOMETHING. ANYTHING. dont know what to join yet?? ASK AROUND. TALK TO PPL. JOIN THEM FOR PRACTICES OR MEETINGS. but as with most people, you can always opt to join next year after your O's. ultimately, dont join something just because you feel that you're forced into joining it.. listen to what god wants you to do.. and remember, god gave all of us different gifts.. some of us have the gift of singing.. some of us can paint.. some of us are very good at sharing.. some of us are good at teaching.. some of us are good with children.. some of us are good at organinsing events.. so listen and find your gifts! sitting in class every sunday morning, i look around and see all of you having talents which you have not tapped into and maximised its potential.. everyone has gifts..trust me.. just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay cya this week!&lt;br /&gt;love, adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-3220901559427974603?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3220901559427974603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=3220901559427974603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3220901559427974603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/3220901559427974603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/rambles-from-old-woman.html' title='rambles from an old woman'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-6977616533951261122</id><published>2008-01-13T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:49:26.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAVZGopgDBE/R4ohbaSJX3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wsDXh9wF9b4/s1600-h/conclassbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154969478274572146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="349" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAVZGopgDBE/R4ohbaSJX3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wsDXh9wF9b4/s400/conclassbbq.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAVZGopgDBE/R4ohPaSJX2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Bt2-jFskDZA/s1600-h/conclassbbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I tried to blog, blogger screwed. Anyway, here I am again. Stephy with the latest updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class starts in 7 days and counting down.. Anyone feeling anticipated? The question remains unanswered..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annabelle and I went for my first YC meeting today, and we realised many things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like how other cohorts don't seem to be languishing in a field of politics. That's the key word, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, agreeing with dear Nat's words, (Nat, I miss you!) I do hope that class is pretty tolerable for the next 5 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join a ministry, people! Don't waste 4 years of your life only to get that piece of paper and then leave the church feeling absolutely untouched and clueless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, to feel the real power of the Lord, you should be with a community you can proudly call your own. I'm not trying to promote the YC here, any ministry is good, as long as you have interest in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do try to see that learning about God doesn't end in class, it never ends because God is that great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and don't say I told you this (oops.) but the YC promised to help out with camp this year, so it's bound to be great! Actually, this is probably unconfirmed news, so if anything, just 'ka cheow' Manny. He promised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you on the 20th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-6977616533951261122?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6977616533951261122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=6977616533951261122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/6977616533951261122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/6977616533951261122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/last-time-i-tried-to-blog-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VAVZGopgDBE/R4ohbaSJX3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/wsDXh9wF9b4/s72-c/conclassbbq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-4500693813259713698</id><published>2008-01-05T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:20:30.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;(: whoa adeline you really post alot. its like. tons tons tons of. well. WORDS. hee. anyhoo. i think we should remind the class about the blog again. since well. NO ONE other than steph and joan and adeline and. er. did i miss anyone? bothers to post. or visit the blog for that matter. OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. this is NATALIE(:(:  posting. whoopie! my first post. i couldny post during december cause well. i forgot the password. WHOOPS. hee(:  so yess. anyhhoo. looking forward to seeing all you crazy people at class again! though i do pray class will be better than the past 3 years's.  i mean. if its the same, or WORSE. MORE BORING, i think i might die in class. well then. im out (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-4500693813259713698?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4500693813259713698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=4500693813259713698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4500693813259713698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/4500693813259713698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-hey-hey-whoa-adeline-you-really.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8102539332511773598</id><published>2007-12-24T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T04:08:29.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adeline apologises.</title><content type='html'>hey all. haha lemme just divert from the subject for a while.. did you know the meaning of the root word of apology is not 'sorry', but actually 'to defend oneself'. but anyhoos, i'm sorry for not updating this blog often enough.. thanks so much steph, for everything you've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm now back in indonesia, and will only be returning to singapore on the 11th.. tentatively la huh.. my friend wants me back by the 3rd to celebrate her birthday with her.. but i am still contactable online and via sms or anything.. that is if you all need me.. i feel so.. unneeded.. and it depresses me so..... haha nah, i'm okay with being unneeded.. but just to let you all know, if you ever need help or whatever.. just shout. like for example, if you need a mahjong kaki. just call me. pronto. haha. just kidding. you guys should know what i mean.. hmm for starters, i dont give advice per se. i dont see the point of me giving you my opinions on what YOU should be doing because ultimately no one but yourself can fit in your shoes. plus, i trust that most of you are matured enough to know what you should be doing. but what i normally do is to just share my own experience.. if i have experience in that problem that you're encountering that is.. if not i can gladly ask my friends to share.. hmm frankly speaking, i dont know if that is actually the best method.. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and regarding steph's "adeline's gonna kill me...". YUP STEPH. I AM SO GONNA KILL YOU. yea right. nope, i'm happy that you've experienced something..truthfully speaking, cat class for me was pretty much like yours. i found it boring and very very very unfulfilling.. i didnt see a need for me to go to class. because for me, i always thought my catechists asked simple direct questions which was like 'duh!'. as a result, i skipped alot of cat class, and even missed my last con camp.. which then resulted in my catechist sending me to see father aloy. hahaha. but that said, i really dont think that you guys should miss cat class. from what i've gone through, i'd have to agree with steph.. con class doesnt do anything to strengthen your faith. i mean what is sitting there for one hour plus plus plus listening to us droning on and on about good and evil and god and religion going to do to anybody besides putting them to sleep?!? it's like sunday morning lullaby. right? wrong. walk away from cat class with more questions. really, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cat class for me was like.. airy fairy mambo jumbo. but i felt that after my cat class, after i started attending your cat classes, i began to ask more questions and so on, then did i start to.. feel more... christian... for example, when my catechist asked us who was jesus? i probably would have given the answer " my best friend". standard, politically correct answer. right? yay. full marks for myself. guess what. i was wrong. if jesus was really my bestest of best friends, or as some ppl like to put it, BFF, then was i really treating him as a BFF? do i talk to him about everything? do i tell him all my troubles? or more importantly, DO I LISTEN TO HIM? DO YOU? start asking yourselves this question.. as for me... now i'm not so sure who jesus really is.. sometimes he's my BFF. sometimes he's just plain irritating. he gets in the way of me having fun. really . the guilt and the conscience just eats into you.. and sometimes i lament.. its so hard being a christian..action is a sin, inaction is also a sin. so what in the world does jesus/god expect from me??!!! and on those days, you just wanna be alone in your thoughts.. or maybe, you can just call your YF. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lemme just share a quick one, then i'm off to sleep. it was pouring really heavily at 4 pm yesterday, and my friend was coming by my house to pick me up so that we can head to the airport together. and as i exited the side gate, i realised that there was no way i can reach the car without getting drenched. so it was just nice that one of the estate cleaners was entering the side gate, and he had an umbrella in his hand. so then i asked him,'sir, could you lend me your umbrella for a while while i load my luggages in the car?' and he said okay. and it was seriously raining very very very heavily. the car was like less than 5 metres away, and yet under that umbrella, i was drenched while lugging my baggage to the car. and the cleaner man saw that i needed the umbrella more than him, and he gladly offered me to keep the umbrella for myself, and he just walked away without wanting to accept anything in return. i found that particularly sweet.. because just by that simple act of giving something to someone more needy, is just so.. beautiful..and it really made my day. imagine what that umbrella must've meant to him. i mean i dont think he earns alot..and yet to just give away an umbrella just like. that. is just..whoa. haha to quote what izzy said in grey's anatomy, 'cos that's what jesus would do'. it's that time of the year again. it's CHRISTMAS! yayness! more presents. and more and more and more presents! would you like to be jesus? could you be like jesus? does it feel nice to be jesus? who is jesus anyway. go figure. then please please write a lil something something. even if if is just something like "jesus was a man". just let me know what you think. okay i think i've rambled again. bye bye and enjoy your christmas and make other's christmas enjoyable too! spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, adeline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8102539332511773598?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8102539332511773598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8102539332511773598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8102539332511773598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8102539332511773598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/12/adeline-apologises.html' title='adeline apologises.'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-7592127841838669878</id><published>2007-12-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:31:54.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things of a different nature'/><title type='text'>I could sing of your love.</title><content type='html'>You know what? I feel so distant from class right now. Like, it's the last thing on my extremely filled-up mind. Oh, it's not that CHURCH is the last thing in my mind, just CLASS. I guess being so involved in the Youth Ministry does that to you. I can't believe that I'm just part of this great community with oh-so-great and lovable people (Yes, believe it or not, even Annabelle. Sometimes.) and I guess Con class just pales in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong, I am not dissing class here, it's really great and all, but it says something when I learn more about my own faith in 4 days then I ever did in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, I think I'm creating this negatively illusioned picture... Please don't kill me Adeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the class MUST come for the camp next year! Really, really awesome stuff there... And I really feel a bit more enlightened than I did before! Whether it's the bag of chips I just savoured or the spiritual sessions, I will never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did up the blogskin.. you would probably know it was done by me if you visit my blog. Same style. I think it's nice! And it's the only style I know.. hence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know if I'm excited about class starting.. but I know that things aren't gonna be the same... for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation 4. Kinda makes you wanna jump out and choke yourself, huh. No? Only me? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yes, Steph wrote this. forgot to mention it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-7592127841838669878?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7592127841838669878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=7592127841838669878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7592127841838669878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7592127841838669878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-could-sing-of-your-love.html' title='I could sing of your love.'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-7288973385842340832</id><published>2007-12-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:00:31.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/44seconds/Youth-Mass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-7288973385842340832?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7288973385842340832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=7288973385842340832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7288973385842340832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7288973385842340832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-5032996829501712817</id><published>2007-10-23T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:12:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WE. NEED. MORE. LIFE. IN. THIS. BLOG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JOAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-5032996829501712817?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5032996829501712817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=5032996829501712817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5032996829501712817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/5032996829501712817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/we.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-7877270392819005283</id><published>2007-10-21T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:43:49.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa120/44seconds/Parkway-Parade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so called class outing we had today was rather awesome. So Adeline, don't worry about us not able to hang out in the near future so long if we have people like Stephanie &amp;amp; Natalie in our class. Or perhaps even Annabelle. Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Credits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mylittlerascal/183454406/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mylittlerascal/183454406/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;http://photobucket.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Joan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-7877270392819005283?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7877270392819005283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=7877270392819005283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7877270392819005283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/7877270392819005283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-called-class-outing-we-had-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-601849704025782353</id><published>2007-10-19T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:08:53.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little things..</title><content type='html'>okay, some of you might have heard this from me before..i shared this with the guys last sunday.. this happened to me like 2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after catechism class, i went to my ex-guardian's house (which is opposite the church), and then after my guardian's house, i headed to the video ezy shop at parkway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow after i left my guardian's house, i felt this sense of loneliness.. sometimes i feel like that for no reason.. i don't know if some of you do.. i think everyone feels like that at least once in their lifetime.. ; so anyway, this sense of loneliness.. and i walked to parkway.. and everything around me just felt so.. surreal.. like i'm walking for the sake of walking.. aimlessly.. i just know that i have to continue walking.. the day was really really bright.. and everything just seemed whiter than usual.. which perhaps makes it seem more like a dream.. i stood in the crowd, waiting for the traffic light to turn green..and standing in that crowd made me feel more dimunitive.. i was like nothingness. nobody knew i was there.. i could just slip away from this earth and no one would know that i was missing.. i looked at the crowd.. at their faces.. some of them were showing signs of happiness.. but were they really happy? some of them had blank faces.. what were they thinking? the children were so precocious.. how sad and wasted.. the adults....... i felt that i didn't want to be like them.. jaded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then i messaged my friend and told her how i felt.. like this sudden pang of loneliness.. and the surrealism that entails.. and instead of consoling me (or whatever it would take to bring me back to 'normalcy'), she started waxing lyrical about the storm. [ if you could recall, there was a sudden storm last last sunday. it was really SUDDEN. and heavy downpour at that too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was saying, like how amazed she was that the water was gushing OUT of the drains instead on IN; how the visibility level is so bad, that she couldn't see the train arriving; how the train actually stopped 5 m away from the designated spot for the entrance.. etc.. and listening to her describing how amazed she was at such stuff, i was amused at her ability to appreciate the beauty at the little things in life, and that sense of loneliness just went away.. instead i looked around me, and i saw the world with a breath of freshness.. like every insignificant thing, is just so.. so.. beautiful! i felt that even the smallest things in life.. however insignificant they are.. they're god's creation.. the rain drops.. the wind.. they're just so.. perfect in their own little insignificant, unassuming way.. and i started to see the people around me, not just as people, walking bodies who are all homogeneous.. but i started to see them for their little uniqueness.. that they are god's little children, and they are there because god has made them, in that manner. I was BREATHING, because god made me, and he allowed me to breathe. i can feel, hear, touch, smell, taste.. because god made me that way, and I am god's little creation, and his gift for me. all i can say is, it felt AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after i felt like that, i just felt this sense of exuberance, this joy! that i wanted to share with the world.. that even though sometimes there are ugly things in life.. like misfortunes or accidents or whatnots, I should still be thankful and grateful for the things that I had or have, and not focus on the unhappy things.. but instead appreciate the beauty in everything.. even little things.. especially little things in life.. because once i start appreciating the little things. the bigger things would just be as wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this sounds a little.. zany.. like i'm high or what.. (you might think.. adeline is nuts. she's high on rain..) but understand that it is hard to express happiness in words.. melancholy is just so much easier to express.. but if i were to summarise how i felt, i would say i FELT colours. lot s and lots of vibrant colours. and everything around me were as beautiful as phosphenes.. (you know, like sometimes when you just woke up, and you see little little spectrums of light? haha this is hard to explain..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francis has this book 'Anna and the black knight' by Fynn. i think he might be willing to lend you the book. i've not finished the book myself, but from what i've read, Anna is this little girl who sees the beauty in everything.. numbers, dirt, smells.. everything.. and the amazing part is that this beauty she sees, she sees god in them.. if you get what i mean.. "but adeline, you mean she sees god in dirt?!" think about it.. sometimes we are just so preoccupied with how things &lt;em&gt;look..&lt;/em&gt;i feel that there's inherent beauty in everything.. we just need to look harder.. or perhaps, not look, but feel.. see the world with a childlike wonder and amazement.. and everything would just seem so beautiful.. and see that god made those things.. it's a warm feeling you'll get.. like a joie de vivre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's also another film which i've watched recently.. it's a french film called Amelie. i doubt many of you have watched it since it's not a new film and you guys are still underage.. (it's NC 16, even though there aren't any nude scenes or gore.) when you guys have to chance, catch the show.. it's also got to do with appreciating the little things in life we often take for granted, and seeing the fun and beauty in them.. but that aside, the film is really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing.. have you all heard of St therese of lisieux? &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se_de_Lisieux"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se_de_Lisieux&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=105"&gt;http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=105&lt;/a&gt; my godmother showed me this dvd of her.. it was really sweet.. she saw the beauty in simple things, and she's known for her own "little way".. she wasn't a saint like Mother Theresa, who went to help alot of people.. but instead, St therese helped those around her.. in her own little way.. and i think that's something really.. amazing (i'm using so many 'amazing' in this post. sorry).. often we hear the priest talking about the poor, the sick bla bla.. why not start with those around you first? your friends, your family.. appreciate them.. they are there because god has a reason for making you your parents son, your siblings your siblings, and your friends your friends..think about it.. what might that reason be? maybe god gave you a gift, that he thought you could use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this is a really long post.. comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-601849704025782353?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/601849704025782353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=601849704025782353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/601849704025782353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/601849704025782353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-things.html' title='little things..'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-8137059499868822683</id><published>2007-10-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T00:16:42.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rules.. bleah.</title><content type='html'>okay, i promise to keep it short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-everytime you post, leave your name&lt;br /&gt;-please don't edit your friend's post.. its rude to do so..ever heard of respecting intellectual property rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"what should i post?"&lt;br /&gt;anything and everything that you feel like sharing with the rest of the class.. doesn't have to be church related.. this is, afterall, a blog, not another catechism class..&lt;br /&gt;personally, i'll be sharing bout my experiences and stuff i've encountered.. so it's gonna be alot of "rubbish" stuff.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! that's all. simple right? now post away!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-8137059499868822683?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8137059499868822683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=8137059499868822683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8137059499868822683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/8137059499868822683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/rules-bleah.html' title='rules.. bleah.'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-1201719983466156433</id><published>2007-10-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:57:18.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.. you guys are like my little bros and sis.. so I hope that after confirmation we’ll still keep in touch k.. I hardly see people from my batch going to holy family anymore.. maybe they do go to other churches, maybe they don’t… for my brother’s batch, (which is one year older than me, which is.. um.. 5 years older than you guys), some of them still keep in touch.. just about 3 weeks ago, they had a mini cat class reunion at fish and co.. I was there too. (yea yea,, I know.. so extra right..) but it was really fun!!! They were just sitting there and looking back at the silly times they had in cat class, and this person this. That person that.. and it was really really sweet and heartwarming and we had lots and lots of fun. (even though I wasn’t even from their class.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at our class, I can’t help but wonder if you guys would end up like my class, or my brother’s class. Somehow I hope that you guys will still hang out and chill and go to church and say hi to all the catechists and old old me after your confirmation class.. but I do know that this is a personal commitment that has to come from YOU. And YOU alone. By the time you guys get confirmed, I hope some (in fact all) of you, would know what you wanna do with your faith journey and what ministries to join. Looking at my brother’s batch, those who went for the gathering are all in some form of ministry or another.. and I wonder if there might be any relationship there…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fret not! Now’s not yet the time to decide what ministry you wanna go etc. if you have joined one, GOOD FOR YOU! If you haven’t, ask yourself WHY. I’ve talked to some of you about this, and some feel that church is a waste of time.. if that were the case, then why do you wanna get confirmed at all? Ask yourself these questions.. why am I a Christian. Why do I wanna get confirmed (isit because so that I can get married later on without any hassle?) what does ‘church’ mean to me.. why do I and have I been attending confirmation classes for the past 3 + years, sitting there in that bare classroom listening to those catechists drone on and on and on and on.. and FOR WHAT? Is it because your parents made you do it? If that were the case, do YOU think there is something wrong with that mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel that you guys are pretty cool, really. Some of you are pretty mature and that never fails to surprise me.. perhaps because in my mind you guys will always be those nervous 13 year olds who first stepped into the classroom thinking you already knew everything.. (seriously, I still can remember the first day :) ), like I said, you guys will always be my little bros and little sis.. so if there’s anything I can do for you all, just holler! I’ll be most happy to help. see my happy face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ve set up this blog so that you all can keep in touch with each other, and also so that I can keep in touch with YOU! I know some of you all have expressed concerns on whether or not this blog will even survive and sustain.. personally, I have no definite answer to that question.. this blog will only survive if YOU want it to.. so do you want to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think this is enough ranting for the first post. Now on to the second post, where the “rules” are.. yup yup. Rules rules rules.. who needs them right…we do! But I promise they’re really simple.. promise promise promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -adeline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-1201719983466156433?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1201719983466156433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=1201719983466156433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1201719983466156433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/1201719983466156433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-all.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527058420666774562.post-6809203116239157402</id><published>2007-10-14T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:40:52.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always using Livejournal so I'm not very familliar with Blogger's template modification and such. Any objections if we were to change it to a Livejournal as the host?&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527058420666774562-6809203116239157402?l=comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6809203116239157402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527058420666774562&amp;postID=6809203116239157402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/6809203116239157402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527058420666774562/posts/default/6809203116239157402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesitwithmeinmygarden.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>comesitwithmeinmygarden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08642613377991577239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
