<?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-5216267</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:08:48.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility</title><subtitle type='html'>In quietness truth and beauty prevails</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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>881</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-116702160038235878</id><published>2006-12-25T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:40:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moved.to http://chantelt-.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/116702160038235878/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=116702160038235878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/116702160038235878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/116702160038235878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/12/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115757262866633852</id><published>2006-09-07T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T03:57:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye!This will be a proper last entry of this blog.I am saying goodbye to e-spresso.blogspot.comNot that changing blogs, will really mean life transformation, but I guess it's a symbolic move that this time round, I'm serious about moving on. There is much I want to move on from. Past bad habits, unpleasant memories, cringe worthy moments which really is just another subset of unpleasant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115757262866633852/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115757262866633852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115757262866633852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115757262866633852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye-this-will-be-proper-last-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115739987091248777</id><published>2006-09-05T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T03:57:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Untitled.Untitled because I don't know where this entry is going. I no longer know what to write in here because I don't know who is reading it. I dare not make assumptions. When I'm unsure, I need learn place trust in God instead of seeking them so fervently.I understood, we don't have solution to everything.I see ever so clearly in retrospect. my mistakes, my senseless mistakes. Which i abhor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115739987091248777/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115739987091248777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115739987091248777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115739987091248777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115731147860992910</id><published>2006-09-04T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:24:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A night of many REs...Red is my favourite colour at the moment. So subtly... so subtly... I am hopelessly in love with red. The different shades of red. Today is truly a night of many REs... .RecallSubconciously I wandered into my memory bank, recalling much of the past. I thought of my Dad. I thought of friendships which I walk out off. Many many things. Late nights chatting with a friend once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115731147860992910/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115731147860992910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115731147860992910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115731147860992910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/night-of-many-res.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115725651217404129</id><published>2006-09-03T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:08:33.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solace...Is what I really need when I come before him.... so flustered... so helpless... so aware of the wrongs that I have done...I choose to buy the hillsong London disc instead of the Top I wana get from topshop. I guess I didn't regret. The songs are nice. =)Condemnation falls away never bound to call on meI am clean I am clean...I take them to your cross and leave them thereCapture by his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115725651217404129/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115725651217404129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115725651217404129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115725651217404129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/solace.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115716090754224838</id><published>2006-09-02T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:38:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deliverance. DecadenceIf I'm talented enough. Like one day... I have dilligence and talent....to come up with my couture.I'll do a line "Deliverance"And another "Decadence"I believe it will be interesting.I already have a brief idea...but guess details.. will take a lot of time..Will be even nicer to be accompanied by scents.The endless pursuit to Satisfy our erotomaniaorThe endless pursuit to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115716090754224838/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115716090754224838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115716090754224838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115716090754224838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/deliverance.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115705162668921691</id><published>2006-09-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T03:13:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smile.I'm smiling =) God is good to me. Really. Today's meet up with Uncle Chris is very very fruitful. Learnt some guitar, learnt some truths. Very applicable indeed, as if all well planned by God. What as if, everything is planned by God what. hehe.. wah...but Uncle Chris really good guitarist. Must learn from him! He is God sent! haha...Window Shopping at Marina Square is therapeutic as well. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115705162668921691/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115705162668921691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115705162668921691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115705162668921691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/09/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115696497938311082</id><published>2006-08-31T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T03:09:43.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A breezy night...Chantel is thinking of ....- UK size 8 !?- Jimmy Choo- Takamine acoustic guitar- Guess pet carrier -.- haha....Alright.... today is really a brillant day of sleeping. The weather and post GP trauma, I can easily hibernate, of which I did, alittle I guess. What I thought would be my power nap, became more like sleep? Had to give gym a miss because of that, (that's it man... I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115696497938311082/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115696497938311082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115696497938311082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115696497938311082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/breezy-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115683051430655056</id><published>2006-08-29T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:48:34.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With you!The song that kept playing in my head lately =)The real me is a Southern girlWith her Levi's on and an open heartWish I could save the worldLike I was SupergirlThe real me used to laugh all nightLying in the grass, just talking 'bout loveBut lately I've been jadedLife got so complicatedI start thinking about itAlmost forgot what it was likeTo know when it feels rightBut with youI can let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115683051430655056/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115683051430655056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115683051430655056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115683051430655056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/with-you-song-that-kept-playing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115669418393619408</id><published>2006-08-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:56:24.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Daddy's GirlWith an arm clinging on to himI suspend between heaven and earthAs I watch the world beneath meThese are the days, when he lifts me up to seethis world from his view...I worship I prayed I criedThe responses which I so eagerly seekHave become nothing but a moment of follyI swing from uncertainty to uncertaintyTill he reminds me of things that is of eternityIt all doesn't mattercoz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115669418393619408/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115669418393619408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115669418393619408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115669418393619408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/daddys-girl-with-arm-clinging-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115665431600125916</id><published>2006-08-27T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:51:56.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Resolution!MY ANGSTY VERSION OF WORSHIP is therapeutic. That's why i never... NEVER regret learnining acoustic guitar. After my As I'm so going to learn Keys... and I'll minister to myself right at the comfort of home. Hurs... I think I'm really a very DIY person... blogskin must do myself also... haha.. do you know that I wanted to make my own shelves and cupboard? Nevermind now you know...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115665431600125916/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115665431600125916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115665431600125916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115665431600125916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/resolution-my-angsty-version-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115662072882411510</id><published>2006-08-27T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T03:32:08.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chantel....is guilty that she did something quite wrong. -.-resolve to love God more...needs metronome....acoustic guitar....discipline to focus on her studies...is still guilty ='(I repent! &gt;.&lt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115662072882411510/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115662072882411510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115662072882411510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115662072882411510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/chantel.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115651377900351857</id><published>2006-08-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:49:39.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time alone.I spent some time alone today after school. Attempted to study at Marina Square when my PDA finally gave up on me and decides to shut down on it's own. "5,4,3,2,1..." and it went off like that after counting. I still didn't quite get the situation right (gao2 bu4 qing1 chu3 zhuang4 kuang4)-.- I decided to walk around....Zara.Ms Selfridge.Topshop.Saw really nice tops... somehow, it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115651377900351857/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115651377900351857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115651377900351857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115651377900351857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115630209739171307</id><published>2006-08-23T10:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:04:39.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rest.The past few days had been packed. Packed with spiritual and physical acitivies that inevitable cause externality to that emotional side of me. There are things in my life which I had been findig hard to deal with but lately I'm glad I'm doing better.Today, my body is finally too drained to move. hahs... so I decided It shall be a little rest day. Like half day off. Gonna spend like half a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115630209739171307/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115630209739171307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115630209739171307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115630209739171307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/rest_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115600070859468849</id><published>2006-08-19T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:18:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of relationships.I had a great time talking to Rachel (Fong) today, it's a good catch up. Listening to her happenings and stuff. Sometimes, we don't know why God give us the kind of things he did, but we all trust it's all to mould us for something better. It's not really self pyschoing... it's just God's character.While waiting for my bus, I read through my journal in my PDA. Of which I haven </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115600070859468849/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115600070859468849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115600070859468849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115600070859468849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115595120762925139</id><published>2006-08-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:33:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning =)Saturday morning buzz.My attempt to make coffee for myself, allow me to discover that my espresso powder had expired a year ago. &gt;.&lt; Thank God, without the espresso powder, my mother's coffee powder smells and taste just as good. Somehow, I think my coffee making skills has improved. hehs...Micheal buble... Coffee... Sunshine... Morning wash up with the Holyspirit.*Sweetness*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115595120762925139/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115595120762925139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115595120762925139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115595120762925139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115588046206703412</id><published>2006-08-18T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:54:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Faith"I had learnt that faith is doing what is best for the Kingdom in spite of tiredness and our own limitation. I learnt that faith brings us into an arena when our physical self ebbs away and God's spirit reigns. I learnt that without faith, we are unable to do very much to bear spiritual fruit. "From pastor Jeff's blogSorry, God.Let's do it again.  I don't want to say so much, I just wana do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115588046206703412/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115588046206703412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115588046206703412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115588046206703412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/faith-i-had-learnt-that-faith-is-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115583280121420545</id><published>2006-08-18T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:40:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gold 95fm Micheal bubleToday is a tiring and stress day. It's the first day after I decided, revolution should be the thing in my life. If I wana do anything, it gotta start from me. Hence, last night, I came clean with my shepherd my life, everything, my deepest darkest everything. I want to set my life clean to serve God whole heartedly. I wana see more breakthroughs.Today, some words hurt me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115583280121420545/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115583280121420545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115583280121420545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115583280121420545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/gold-95fm-micheal-buble-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115573042435667827</id><published>2006-08-16T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:16:59.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a revolutionIt had been a pretty bad day today. My stomach is giving alot of problems, discomfort. Sigh.. I bath rabbit today though.. Anyways.. all these are not important.I don't have to think too hard to know that I have failed upteem times.I don't have to deny there are signs of escapism which becomes so prevalent.I have all this fear that corrupts my heart.I have all these noises </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115573042435667827/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115573042435667827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115573042435667827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115573042435667827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-revolution-it-had-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115565781009968650</id><published>2006-08-15T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:03:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear ; DespairI knew no fear when I first encountered Despairfor I've not know herWeeping women, helpless criesthere his body liesDespair came when he had leftShe made herself comfortablehere in my heart she dwells,She chased me away and gave me hellShe teaches ways of fearMy right hand scribbled notes on my left armTime had left, my notes remainLife will never be the sameDespair went on a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115565781009968650/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115565781009968650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115565781009968650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115565781009968650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/fear-despair-i-knew-no-fear-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115564886891883985</id><published>2006-08-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:34:29.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus is my bestfriendPhysical friends, are wonderful. Shopping mates, irritating each other in the fun way, affirmation that warms our heart... yada yada...Had I been too carried away with wonderful fellowship tha is bless by God that I place more importance on them over my own fellowship with God? It's not like I dun have my fellowship with God, but have I put emphasis or value more about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115564886891883985/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115564886891883985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115564886891883985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115564886891883985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/jesus-is-my-bestfriend-physical.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115551943323931660</id><published>2006-08-14T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:37:13.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little thanksgivingBefore I leave my house for School, thank God- His grace when I need it the most- His gentle voice of affrimation- My shepherd's cool minded guidance- Shuyan's company- For her too, it's another spiritual lesson learnt.~ Friendship is base on trust. If it requires constant reaffriming of each other, wouldn't it be too tiring? I learnt, a lesson on trust. Trust in God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115551943323931660/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115551943323931660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115551943323931660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115551943323931660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-little-thanksgiving-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115544651099893620</id><published>2006-08-13T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:52:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The greatest love of all"The greatest love that anyone could ever knowThat overcame the cross and grave to find my soulAnd till I see You face to face and grace amazing takes me homeI'll trust in You" Hillsong united - till I see youI was very minstered by the song Till I see you by Hillsong united in service yesterday. Wonderful song. The very fact that such songs are inspired by God, says alot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115544651099893620/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115544651099893620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115544651099893620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115544651099893620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/greatest-love-of-all-greatest-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115522964502395710</id><published>2006-08-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T01:07:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Counting blessings.When is the last time I counted my blessings?Perhaps I'll save the details to my journal but I'll briefly recall some here.- Tuesday.Lost my ez link card, found it again. Cheers..Met up with ruiz. *Happiness* Though I get irritated when she don't reply my sms, but then again, I msg random things-Wednesday.nothing much....Earth for being my wonderful listener, as usual. How can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115522964502395710/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115522964502395710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115522964502395710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115522964502395710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/counting-blessings.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115514018141202313</id><published>2006-08-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:29:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of commodities Of gift Of heartA commodity is but an item for sale.Take it with it's price.It's new, its good, take it.A gift is but a commodity soldGiven without telling the priceIt's new, it's nice , accept it.A heart is neither a commodity nor giftGiven or taken, pricelessIt's alive, it's breathing, break it.oops</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115514018141202313/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115514018141202313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115514018141202313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115514018141202313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-commodities-of-gift-of-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115496903168510135</id><published>2006-08-08T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:43:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rejuvenate!God is awesome today. Spirits lifted up by him. And I'll live for him. Life with God is really exciting.As I look at the worldI begin to dream of the futureWhat’s yet to beYour love so strong for everyoneYou made us all in Your image-Hillsong united - From God aboveI love this song. My theme song for the moment. Whee... Yes we are all created in his image. Everyone is wired for his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115496903168510135/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115496903168510135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115496903168510135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115496903168510135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/rejuvenate-god-is-awesome-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115485320480308502</id><published>2006-08-06T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T16:39:43.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shepherd of my soulShepherd of my soul, I give You full controlWherever You may lead I will followI have made the choice, to listen to Your voiceWherever You may lead, I will goBe it in a quiet pasture, or by a gentle streamThe Shepherd of my soul is by my sideShould I face a mighty mountain, or a valley dark and deepThe Shepherd of my soul will be my guide And Lord.... guide me to walk closely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115485320480308502/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115485320480308502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115485320480308502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115485320480308502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/shepherd-of-my-soul-shepherd-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115471690685346595</id><published>2006-08-05T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:41:46.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o.OToday, I woke up at 4pm++, I obviously didn't go school. Seriously, I don't dare to think of the consequences. I guess I was really exhuasted. God help!God's please strengthen me in the days ahead. I know I cannot do it alone. LORD....LORD...LORD.... all I need is you to hold my hand and walk through this.Taking care of more people, having more responsibilities, I realise how real is that line</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115471690685346595/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115471690685346595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115471690685346595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115471690685346595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115462112251766316</id><published>2006-08-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:05:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I REPENT.LORD I REPENT!Today, had shepherding with debbie. Had a teaching on discipline. Oh man. That's it. Lord I repent. I need have more self discipline. yes. yes... albeit slight discomfort from the bad stomach, shepherding is enjoyable. Yups =)Ruizhen I REPENT! I promise not to address you in unauthorise or unglam names in my public blog ever again. I will reserve them for our private </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115462112251766316/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115462112251766316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115462112251766316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115462112251766316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-repent.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115453619814935029</id><published>2006-08-03T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:29:58.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loved.These days, when the going gets tough, I really thank God for sending my cg to love me. Thank God for sending me lovely sheep(s). Thank God for all the wonderful people around. Thank God for friends whom I can share my loser side with. My sweet loser side ya?Had a wonderful time shepherding with Yuqian, truly someone God sent into my life. It's been great with her thus far. Really enjoyed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115453619814935029/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115453619814935029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115453619814935029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115453619814935029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/08/loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115436190225313622</id><published>2006-07-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:08:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My love, passéMy love, beautiful youyou've died, yet no tears left my eyeWith eyes so dry,I watched you falter with broken wingshelpless you, helpless meOh my love, my lovemy utter disappointment had rendered me invalidI stand before your house of clayand I wondered if you will fly againMy love...had you love me the way I love you?will you come back to me again?no, you are dead.So long, farewell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115436190225313622/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115436190225313622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115436190225313622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115436190225313622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-love-pass-my-love-beautiful-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115435204671971672</id><published>2006-07-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:20:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I wonder....The weather today is ideal for increased productivity....I shall begin my entry today with my all time favourite commercial....It might be just the sole reason, why I'll ever touch heinekein again. Hahs.The look on her face, Priceless.... and I love her =)She's too hot, I'm distracted... and I'll end here. oh man..so loser. -.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115435204671971672/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115435204671971672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115435204671971672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115435204671971672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115429830931230468</id><published>2006-07-31T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T06:25:09.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gorgeous me.It's almost morning...and I just got home from work. So exhausted.My toes look like they are smiling at me, because they are just a nice brillant red. I'm so very very exhausted. -.-Lord... I must really lose weight ok? Coz something kinda embarrassing happen today. I was stuck in between goods while moving stuff in the storeroom. My mum was like laughing at me and offering little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115429830931230468/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115429830931230468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115429830931230468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115429830931230468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/gorgeous-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115425440017113032</id><published>2006-07-30T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T18:13:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let ditch the Clichés and get on with lifeCertian things that happen in our lives over and over again...we keep saying the same things again and again... to ourselvers and to others it becomes clichés. I for one, hate clichés, I cringe whenever I need to make another TYS answer or explain another issue over and over. It irks me that old bad habits, remains old bad habits. Change must come, life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115425440017113032/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115425440017113032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115425440017113032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115425440017113032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/let-ditch-clichs-and-get-on-with-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115418637397714086</id><published>2006-07-29T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:19:34.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red fetish.I wonder if it's a subtle pre national day patriotism working within...whatever it is, I have a sudden craving for all red and white combinations. If any kind soul can help me locate flip flops with white base and red straps will be greatly appreciated.White wrap dress with red stash should look quite nice... hmmm...I think I wana look for red and white combi pencil case..haha...My noe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115418637397714086/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115418637397714086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115418637397714086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115418637397714086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/red-fetish.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115402369500658171</id><published>2006-07-28T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T02:08:15.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My intimate time with God.A weary heart found no restA worn body, denied rest.Engulf, Encapsulate, EncompassAre just various forms of captivation.I'm sick of cliches. I'm sick of indifference. I'm sick of monolouge and soliquoy. Speak, I'm here listening. I just wana draw closer. Let the world around me fade away. Let all the issues and every other perspective be put aside, for all I want right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115402369500658171/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115402369500658171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115402369500658171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115402369500658171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-intimate-time-with-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115399857027306799</id><published>2006-07-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:09:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love you God.Yes.. I love you God...are the words that woozed out of my heart as I read the blogs on my fellow church brothers and sisters. Somehow, it was just a random blog hopping and it kinda refreshed my love for God more. I see how God is real in their lives, how he is real in mine. And that's why even as I feel so super stretched. I will still press on.I love my hammy darling too. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115399857027306799/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115399857027306799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115399857027306799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115399857027306799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-you-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115388719489576804</id><published>2006-07-26T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:13:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is the passion you needed the most?The song on itunes now is Bad Day.I overslept today. Woke up and had diarrhoea, again. Sometimes, think life is really like shit, so much to be done with so little time. I'm so disturbed by the many responsibility that I'm bounded to. My multiple roles in this society. Perhaps it's time to return to the bible again to set my focus right.Much errands to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115388719489576804/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115388719489576804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115388719489576804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115388719489576804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-is-passion-you-needed-most-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115384331410757868</id><published>2006-07-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:01:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meaningless....Meaningless....Recently I'm so horrified by my inability to churn out decent essays I was on the verge of depression. What is a Art Student who can't write a good essay? A lousy Art student? Lit student somemore. To say that I'm not please with my GP grades will be a huge understatement. I have no idea how things turn out this way, whatever happen to my Humanities mojo? Lord, give </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115384331410757868/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115384331410757868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115384331410757868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115384331410757868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/meaningless.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115362899944430254</id><published>2006-07-23T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:38:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrenched. Drenched.It's been a quite some time since I blog with words of my own. My week had been filled with much happenings, the strawberry season had spiced it up all the more. My grammar had killed me and will continue, unless I stop being such a careless writer. Perhaps, in a way, my essays reflect my life, that i'm often disorganise, not really careful towards details, sometimes I make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115362899944430254/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115362899944430254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115362899944430254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115362899944430254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrenched.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115326116590122875</id><published>2006-07-19T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:19:25.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fallen... Restoration... RevivalIt's been a busy week. I'll sum it up with this songCondemnation falls awayNever bound to call on meI am clean, I am cleanThe powerful work is here in meBreaks the chains of guilt and shameI go free, I go freeI take them to your cross and leave them thereCaptured by his grace, Im free at lastIt is the great gift of your salvation,working in me, working in me.It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115326116590122875/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115326116590122875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115326116590122875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115326116590122875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115277315537220963</id><published>2006-07-13T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:45:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My first 14hours breathing the air of an 18 year oldHow does the 18year old air smells like? hmph... *inhales*As I look forward to embracing my liberties of being at 18year in the lawful Singapore, I can't help it to cringe at how loserish I had approached my first day. I was actually dozing off when it's near 0000sgt 13 July. But knowing that people will wish me happy birthday on msn, I decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115277315537220963/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115277315537220963&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115277315537220963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115277315537220963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-first-14hours-breathing-air-of-18.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115255399319618335</id><published>2006-07-11T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:53:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much I wana blog...There is simply so much that I wana blog about..firstly..so sad..what happen to my rubber of pens? They are lost before I even get a proper pencil case... super sadded... =(Zidane is still charming, despite the red card. I saw it yes.. ah well.Today is a eventful day. Long story short, I'll just zoom in to my meeting with zixin and after that meet up with hambaobao.Upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115255399319618335/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115255399319618335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115255399319618335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115255399319618335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-much-i-wana-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-115247466477297590</id><published>2006-07-10T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T03:51:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zidane!Before I start my post... let me declare that...Zidane is so absolutely charming... *swoon*That's it... that's it man...  whee!!!Alright... let me recount my days... so brilliantly spent.Friday night is cool, my first bdae celebration of this year. Hahz, really appreciated the effort of LC members coming down. Was kinda shock to see Ah kum again.. haha, but glad that she could make it. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115247466477297590/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115247466477297590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115247466477297590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115247466477297590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/zidane-before-i-start-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-115211368852930476</id><published>2006-07-05T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:34:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mélange of thoughts...Listening: Emi fujita - Fields of GoldEven as there are so much good reads that is stack in one side of the room, I cannot resist the temptation to blog. But even as I blog...I cannot stop thinking about getting back to my reading. haha... as the title of the entry says it all... Mélange of thoughts... haphazard ideas shooting inside my head...zoom zoom, whee!Seriously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115211368852930476/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115211368852930476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115211368852930476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115211368852930476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/mlange-of-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-115210884131659815</id><published>2006-07-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:14:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aint no sunshine....I never knew there are so many "I know(s)" in Ain't no sunshine... something about repetitive songs... haha.. and I never never never never...I'm so blessed and happy. Borrowed a couple of jazz Cds from Huiying's brother and some books and those other gems. Wohhooo~ God is great... whee!To say that I am ill prepared for my mid years would be a grave understatement. Yet, there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115210884131659815/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115210884131659815&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115210884131659815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115210884131659815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/aint-no-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-115190768844867386</id><published>2006-07-03T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T14:21:28.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the end of day....When distractions sky rocket to a level that is beyond my experience, way beyond my beholding, I know that there is only one thing that can, that I should allow to captivate my heart.The bottomline, is still, "Surrender"Surrendering my fear. Surrendering my pride. Surrendering my sloth. Surrendering all that I have. In exchange for the victory that he promise.Guide me. I pray.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115190768844867386/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115190768844867386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115190768844867386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115190768844867386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/at-end-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115186812194338734</id><published>2006-07-03T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T03:22:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fascination turn to love....Listening: Kem - fascinationIt's been long since I come across such a beautiful song, all thanks to my shepherd =) yes... good music sense... haha...True worshipper, set apart for an undisturbed time with my God. Yes, I know I need it. That I had been babbling to much. That my thoughts had bulldozed any spurts of wisdom or brilliant ideas that I so badly needed.  While</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115186812194338734/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115186812194338734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115186812194338734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115186812194338734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/fascination-turn-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115181949577189821</id><published>2006-07-02T13:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:51:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I go off to shit... I thought I'll just do something random and I'll prolly return with a proper entry after I had done my buisness... =) prolly I say...*OoO...I ripped this off amelia's blog..hehs..7 random fact about me1) as much as I enjoy jazz, it gets boring at times2) I adore Jennifer aniston and Rachel Stevens now and forever3) Even as I blabber about my superficial cravings, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115181949577189821/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115181949577189821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115181949577189821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115181949577189821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/before-i-go-off-to-shit_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115181930523088548</id><published>2006-07-02T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:48:25.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before I go off to shit... I thought I'll just do something random and I'll prolly return with a proper entry after I had done my buisness... =) prolly I say...*OoO...I ripped this off amelia's blog..hehs..7 random fact about me1) as much as I enjoy jazz, it gets boring at times2) I adore Jennifer aniston and Rachel Stevens now and forever3) Even as I blabber about my superficial cravings, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115181930523088548/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115181930523088548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115181930523088548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115181930523088548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/before-i-go-off-to-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115169039842662910</id><published>2006-07-01T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:00:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm here to blog!How should I begin... hmm...okay.. I swam with Earth yesterday. We were so satisfied that we swam continuously for one hour that we decided to crap for the next two hours. -.- Of which I share with my loser dream. "HELLO NEIGHBOUR!" haha...Today is a supremely blessed day with Good food, thanks to generous moms. Haha I love Eileen's mom man..so generous, bless me wif crystal jade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115169039842662910/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115169039842662910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115169039842662910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115169039842662910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-here-to-blog-how-should-i-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115151823473712783</id><published>2006-06-29T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T02:10:34.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I chart my growth...bit by bit....Eevoon commented that I was one of a kind to constantly declare "I have grown..."Every now and than I took time to chart my growth, affirm myself for the lessons learnt and at the same time internalise them. Reading through my archives, the cringe worthy archives, I saw how I stumbled through adolesecent with a certian degree of blindness. I saw values system </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115151823473712783/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115151823473712783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115151823473712783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115151823473712783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-chart-my-growth.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115133008870476074</id><published>2006-06-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:54:48.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost in senseless melancholy....I once again allow myself to drift aimlessly in a seeming senseless melancholy.Felt blessed that his presence is with me while my heart fluttered with anxiety... I'm but a human. Somehow, all that is to come seem a little more than my beholding...This template has to go...soon... haha....An accquanitance story intrigues me... I want to find out more...the whys.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115133008870476074/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115133008870476074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115133008870476074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115133008870476074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-in-senseless-melancholy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115126484663745828</id><published>2006-06-26T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T03:47:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stickwitu!I'm so in love with this song... I can put it on repeat and not get sick. It's a lovely night....cycling around, having this song on my mp3...taking in all the night could offer. All I can think of... is you... my lovely maker, I'm gonna stick with you =)Somehow work today is kinda joyful... as I think about all the lovely people in my life...Really love 05a5a, the people are great, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115126484663745828/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115126484663745828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115126484663745828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115126484663745828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/stickwitu-im-so-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115124193121692767</id><published>2006-06-25T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:27:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-.-Today...I spent a huge part of my time, lamenting the have, have not, should should not.Worn down by such an exhausting brain acitivity, I took a nap. Which stretch a little more than I thought.I yearn to cycle around town, I believe the person who stole my bike is dead by now. Burning in hell.And I know that I have to give the mango sale a miss. Sigh. It's ok, sales come and go. Just like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115124193121692767/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115124193121692767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115124193121692767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115124193121692767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115099564876091643</id><published>2006-06-23T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T01:09:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little bit closer...All she wanted is to get closer...a little bit closer...Worship, I long to meet face to face....Weary, worn down by myself.Intrigue, the quaint things of this WorldGirls are given the perrogative to enjoy beauty delicately.And I say, my love for her is to the extent that my forgiveness is infinite. Loving enough that nothing can hurt....because there is so much love there is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115099564876091643/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115099564876091643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115099564876091643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115099564876091643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-bit-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115091082261197602</id><published>2006-06-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T01:27:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of mucus. Of coughs.Oh man... i'm coughing and dripping with mucus at point of typing. But... I just wana come in here to give thanks for some brillant people God sent into my life this few days, to refresh me of his presence and also just make life more fun....Monday had an impromptu meet up with my cheeky angel. haha... Sour cheeky angel. Albeit my "delusion" it was a fruitful meet up. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115091082261197602/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115091082261197602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115091082261197602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115091082261197602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-mucus.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115066608699794691</id><published>2006-06-19T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T05:28:07.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleepless night....Think I drank too much coffee cannot sleep. Boos...And I thought I'll be gracious to share with you two videos which I greatly lovely... ever imagine cyclops doing a Frank Sinatra or Elvis Presley? haha... Oh well... James Marsden is just so charming....memories of my old Ally Mcbeal days... and I knew he is hot. haha...charming charming.. any guy who do Frank Sinatra right... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115066608699794691/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115066608699794691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115066608699794691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115066608699794691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/sleepless-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115062985696705264</id><published>2006-06-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:24:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Intrigue...I spent this few days pondering about some things. And also allow my mind to ponder deeper into the darker side of human beings. Exploring, the hideous, the not so beautiful.Knowing that different people have various indulgence, I choose to challenge myself to indulge a little to see how much I could take.I spend some time, walking through rows of beauty, the very objects that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115062985696705264/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115062985696705264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115062985696705264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115062985696705264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/intrigue.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115047434154091809</id><published>2006-06-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:12:21.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Angel of PeaceThe Angel of Peace is a happy angel. He delights in bringing joy to everyone around him. Everyday he will be busy going about helping people, bringing about joy, so busy that he never had a chance to check his reflection on the mirror. One day, a boy wanted to thank the Angel of Peace of the good deeds that he did, so he gave the Angel of Peace a nice hat. Upon receiving the hat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115047434154091809/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115047434154091809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115047434154091809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115047434154091809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/angel-of-peace-angel-of-peace-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115018107147253554</id><published>2006-06-13T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:44:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I resolute to persevere.Yes, I must stop developing distaste towards subjects which refuse to requit my love. Unrequited intrigues at time, but drives me crazy all the time. O Lord... wherefore such nebulose?Aye...you know how much I love you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115018107147253554/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115018107147253554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115018107147253554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115018107147253554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-resolute-to-persevere.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-115002920783472916</id><published>2006-06-11T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:33:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are my superwoman, but I am only human....The chorus of the song, just keep ringing in my head.So sadded...I miss the guitar that I left in RC =( I must get it back home by tommorrow. My fingers are itching to feel it's touch, albeit it being rough. I'm lusting for a takamine. Hope Earth's friend will have a good deal to offer, hope she remembers! gee...And the poor piano in the living room </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/115002920783472916/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=115002920783472916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115002920783472916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/115002920783472916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-my-superwoman-but-i-am-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-114996496600973548</id><published>2006-06-11T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T02:42:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrenched is a heart that thirst for a desire oneself couldn't fathom.Healed is the heart that is touch by the unfathomable.How scary is it, when our spiritual senses are numbed.When Praise and worship fails to connect our spirits.And how I yearn for that touch, that captivates my heart.In fear I withholdIn faith I beholdThe love that seeps into my entire beingAnd I'll consecrate my life, wholly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114996496600973548/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=114996496600973548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114996496600973548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114996496600973548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/wrenched-is-heart-that-thirst-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-114964110885813719</id><published>2006-06-07T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T08:45:08.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once in a lifetimeWhile the rest of my sheep prepared to go to camp, I'm here savouring Shinhwa's once in a lifetime. hoho ... And i'm sharing with all of you. ^_^I will pray for you and me tonight... haha....~* Learning to make do without, some things are just not absolutely essential. I felt lighter now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114964110885813719/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=114964110885813719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114964110885813719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114964110885813719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/once-in-lifetime-while-rest-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-114951430918547125</id><published>2006-06-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:31:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An early night for me.I shall turn in early tonight. I'm disturbed by my faltering intellect.I still have much to catch up on. I'm so tired.While waiting for bus 142 to come... I had a converstation with the holy spirit.Me: Oh man..so tired... bus so long haven't come...nothing to do...rahhsHS: pray lo...Me: huh? pray what... so tired... HS: Wah..so bad spiritMe: uhm... okay.. God ar....why I so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114951430918547125/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=114951430918547125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114951430918547125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114951430918547125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/early-night-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114946796037144653</id><published>2006-06-05T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:39:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My morning song....Where is the moment when we need it the mostYou kick up the leaves and the magic is lostThey tell me your blue sky's faded to greyThey tell me your passion's gone awayAnd I don't need no carrying on ......Bad day was my morning song today. To drag myself outta bed. Whatever happen to hallelujah thank you Jesus? haha... Was thinking more of coffee....cheesecake, sunshine through</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114946796037144653/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=114946796037144653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114946796037144653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114946796037144653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-morning-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-114942540766773223</id><published>2006-06-04T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:50:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appassionato. passionately...strips of ivory and blackwordless whisper lingersI was wilful, foolish, latebut I remember our datejust you and me this time, I'll be faithfulI promisetill then....Yesterday's service was a ministering one. My private conversation with my maker during worship, his assurance to me, which was later confirm by those who prophesied, really comforts me greatly. How did he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/feeds/114942540766773223/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5216267&amp;postID=114942540766773223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114942540766773223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114942540766773223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/appassionato.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</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-5216267.post-114935356268137485</id><published>2006-06-04T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:52:42.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perspective.Shall change blogskin soon. Somehow, it fails to reflect much of me, it's simplicity lack details. Oh well, life is just like out tune guitar waiting for God to fine tune it to finally strum his song in a perfect tone. =)So tired, but just wana take some time to jot down somethings that I wana remember. Had a nice time taking with Rachel and Huiying at Esplanade. And I'll remember Ten</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114935356268137485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114935356268137485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/perspective.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114918605618463619</id><published>2006-06-02T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:31:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll blog anyway...A long day with much activities. While the body work the mind wanders too at the speed of light.Was really lazy too blog, too tired, but thought I need to wait for my hair to dry.Albeit unpleasant happenings here and there, I do preserve a thanks giving heart. It's a joy to just give thanks.I took pleasure in going through the stack of commentaries of Lear and "Zeroing in". It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114918605618463619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114918605618463619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-blog-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114912741457887070</id><published>2006-06-01T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:05:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We shall see how it goes...Actually wanted to blog last night, but no time. &gt;.&lt;-Not finishing my food. Then didn't take dinner. Still not hungry.-Not idling infront of the comp, nor blogging, but trying my best to do proper work till 1am++I also want to take time to give thanks to...-Uncle Chris's peppermint tea. Uhm drink already, still got diarhea, but it soothes alittle.-Ruiz, putting me into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114912741457887070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114912741457887070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-shall-see-how-it-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114892670959738610</id><published>2006-05-30T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:41:33.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a terrible night sob!Was having a fever and wanted to turn in early. However I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, still cannot sleep. I thought I was hungry so I got up at around 1am++ to eat a banana, really wana slp coz tml got econs lecture!And the next moment I know, I'm puking like merlion. Thank God I sense sth wrong and was in the toliet. They just came ALL OUT, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114892670959738610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114892670959738610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-terrible-night-sob-was-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114886607526476789</id><published>2006-05-29T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T09:27:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost ez link card!SO gonna be late.Rahhhhssss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114886607526476789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114886607526476789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost-ez-link-card-so-gonna-be-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114883612262077651</id><published>2006-05-29T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:08:42.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ecapism. The word of God is indeed a book of much wisdom. Hebrews 12 spoke to me today. I cannot understand why has my heart become so frail that the only thing it can do is to escape. Running away... and everything just avalaunches. Such actions are irrevocable, sadly. Careless speech, careless action. I depise  the situation that I had place myself in, I depise my own being. I had failed myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114883612262077651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114883612262077651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/ecapism.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114882336198446085</id><published>2006-05-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:36:01.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 55: 8-9For my thoughts are not your thoughts,neither are your ways my ways,"declares the LORD."As the heavens are higher than the earth,so are my ways higher than your waysand my thoughts than your thoughts. A timely reminder from EE voon. Should take time to ponder over it. ~*I will behold your gentle spirit in my heart. I will remember your whisper of comfort. I will trust that you hold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114882336198446085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114882336198446085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/isaiah-55-8-9-for-my-thoughts-are-not_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114874945123382608</id><published>2006-05-28T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:04:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just tired...It's tiring keeping it all together when all is falling apart. Trying my best only to see how it went in a reverse direction.The strength in my heart, my portion forever.I have no reason to fall.They ask me questions which I don't know how to answer. Perhaps they already generated their answers, what can my say be? It doesn't matter?Some questions I want to ask, but fear the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114874945123382608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114874945123382608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-just-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114860107730932056</id><published>2006-05-26T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T07:53:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dressing woundsI spent a rather long time dressing my wounds today. Open wounds are the most vulnerable ones, vulnerable to infection. Nurse said, must clean it regularly, and I just stared at her with raise eyebrows. She said, the problem with many is, they just leave the wounds under the dressing and don't dare to touch, not only does it not help healing, will rot lor. -.-Yah, spent a long time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114860107730932056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114860107730932056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/dressing-wounds-i-spent-rather-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114856958698450407</id><published>2006-05-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:06:27.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So fundamental. Yet so easily neglected. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11Yes, something so fundamental yet easily neglected. One of the most quoted verse from the bible. Yet, how many times, do we actaully claim it when everything become "oh-so-bleak" Everything that I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114856958698450407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114856958698450407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-fundamental.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114856677487940888</id><published>2006-05-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:19:34.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getaway....Irony from someone who doesn't go to school that often. I need a getaway.Psalm 77 comes in rather timely I guess...I want to watch more films, theatre peformance, dance .... I want to heal faster so that I can jog and swimI hope the person who stole my bike is burning in hell now I need a revived passion for studies. I refuse to acknowledge the superficiality of man. I trust all to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114856677487940888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114856677487940888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/getaway.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114851269530703106</id><published>2006-05-25T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:18:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My self indulgenceMany thoughts ran through my mind on my way to and back from Earth's house. My rather health concious intention of jogging day got me two brusises on my knee and scratches on my hand. I was contemplating if I should post the pics up, but I shan't gross any one who ever come this blog. Sometimes, I'm rather caught between, whether I would like more people to read my blog or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114851269530703106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114851269530703106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-self-indulgence-many-thoughts-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114840462989718435</id><published>2006-05-24T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T10:02:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God.My flesh and my heart may fail,but God is the strength of my heartand my portion forever. Psalm 73:26 Just want to thank God for his timely encouragement each time I'm down. Yes I'm a human with feelings. A person who thinks alot. But thank God for wiring me as who I am, with my unique strength and weaknesses. I appreciate this heart that he have given to me, that is able to hear from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114840462989718435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114840462989718435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114840185240043826</id><published>2006-05-24T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T00:30:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The art of losing myself in giving you praiseHow much of ourself are we willing to lose to give him praise?One by one, I remove my passions, just so that I can do his will. Yet... so much I have kept to myself. Yet, so many areas stubborn to change. Fear gripped my heart each time they attack. Really thank God for blessing me with Earth in my life. A friend whom I can be so open, so truthful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114840185240043826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114840185240043826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-of-losing-myself-in-giving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114829887662253152</id><published>2006-05-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:54:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder....How to be a better person. To better discern the heart condition of others. To offer encouragement at the right time. It's an awful feeling to be helpless with situation. I know I need more of his spirit. I notice that sin in our lives created vicious cycle, where everyone get hurt and tired. Let's live only for him and breakthrough from our selfish defense. *Once again I allow myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114829887662253152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114829887662253152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114823361438342555</id><published>2006-05-22T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T01:46:54.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My beautiful letdownWhat captivates my heart encapsulates your soulThe truths and lies that intertwine ; Our lame reason of protectionWho are we protecting? We stood firm to our common truthYet none reveal theirs.If it take two to tango,You refused to partner me.I dance alone Love mercilessly scratches my bare hands which held on to the struggling youI refuse to let go despite the painI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114823361438342555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114823361438342555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-beautiful-letdown-what-captivates.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114820586375871101</id><published>2006-05-21T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:04:23.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got this from Earth's blog. And I'm not going to go through that line of who's who...My ex I never understood why it should exist at the current moment. hahzMaybe i should start a multi million company to satisfy my extravagant cravingsI don't understand  alot of things, Human beings is one of them.I lose my mind when I misplace it. Typical me -.-People say alot of weird things. Which I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114820586375871101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114820586375871101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-this-from-earths-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114819310163748872</id><published>2006-05-21T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:31:41.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving along....At point of writing, I can hear my neighbour's delighted (and excited) cheers "YES! YES! ...He finally stood up..." encompass by the lovely chuckles of a toddler. The wonders of life =)Seeing how parents get so excited to see their kids grow make me wonder if God is equally excited to see how I have grown (spiritually) thus far. Did my delibrate attempts to seek him pleases him?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114819310163748872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114819310163748872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114805222398984036</id><published>2006-05-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:26:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>^_^I'm feeling so full down, I feel as if I don't have to eat anything tomorrow. But I got a feeling I'm gonna shit everything out shortly. Ah well... shall see eh..Anyways, after the super bad first half of the day, second half is pure sweetness and blessing from my Lord. Mum brought my sis and I to cut our hair. Well truth is, no matter how I cut, unless I rebond, it still don't look nice lar. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114805222398984036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114805222398984036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-feeling-so-full-down-i-feel-as-if-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114796857542485557</id><published>2006-05-19T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T00:09:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I call. You answer.I'll abide.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114796857542485557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114796857542485557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114788514251845918</id><published>2006-05-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:59:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a defeated lit studentWho is not well read either. According to Shuyan :* x anywhere but here. says:she (her gp teacher)  says your either a lit student or a well-read student if u know the meaning of penultimateI am neither. Can I hear alarm bells ringing? Yes I can. That's it. That's it. Sigh...Prior to that, I already recognise the need for me to read more. Yes read more. I'm just a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114788514251845918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114788514251845918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-defeated-lit-student-who-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114783274782380450</id><published>2006-05-17T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:25:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SenseI'm not making any sense nor having any sense. Common sense, fashion sense, sense of humourThe more desperately I tried to graspThe faster they slipped from my hands Like sands in the hour glass, going down swiftly by the secondsI counted the lost bitsSouls, talents, skills, relationships, passionPrecious to my heartGone with timeIs it my incompetence or just part of his greater plan I ask.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114783274782380450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114783274782380450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/sense-im-not-making-any-sense-nor.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114779418666983233</id><published>2006-05-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:50:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Much catching up to do...Somehow, I felt that I lost touch with the whole world. As if I had become South Korea, a person walking inside South Korea (lolz... pun intended...reference to Denise Levertov's Zeroing in) Anyways, I really have alot alot alot alot to catch up on. School, life, current affairs and whatnots. Oh well at least I am aware of all this yea... Today my sister subtly lure me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114779418666983233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114779418666983233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/much-catching-up-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114771037450703856</id><published>2006-05-16T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:26:14.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You reign over allEven as my heart is frail, I will look to you, for I know you are the one who truly satisfy. Yes...only you.On my way to school, the Holy spirit impress upon me two type of thanks giving. When circumstances is good and we are bless, we come before God with thanks giving for his grace, mercy and providence in our life. And in times when circumstances is seemingly trying, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114771037450703856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114771037450703856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-reign-over-all-even-as-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114745899255891658</id><published>2006-05-13T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:38:36.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You scored as Dance. You should be a Dance major! Like a lithe ballerina, you dance because you believe there is beauty in expressing the physical form.Dance100%Journalism92%Sociology83%Philosophy83%Engineering83%Theater83%Linguistics75%Anthropology75%Art75%Mathematics67%English58%Psychology58%Biology33%Chemistry17%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)created with QuizFarm.comSelf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114745899255891658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114745899255891658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-scored-as-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114739455826599059</id><published>2006-05-12T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T08:42:38.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LagsIt just dawned upon me, my tendency to lag. I realised that I take a long time to register things the way they should be perceived. For example, it often takes me some time to register the music volume on the comp is too loud to tune it down. Otherwise I will just be wondering why my eardrums hurt a little -.-Perhaps that's why sometimes poetry gets me, I often need to take time to scrutinize</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114739455826599059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114739455826599059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/lags-it-just-dawned-upon-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114736514698048243</id><published>2006-05-12T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:32:26.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He and She IIIn the crowded Train stationTheir distance a mere 10 centimetresShe studied his delicate countenaceRegistering every detailFrom the eyes that sparkled blessed ignoranceto the lips that sealed truth and loveHe looks like he was in a dazePerhaps thinking, she thoughtIs he even a human being? He is so beautiful....He's more beautiful than herShe cannot love himFor he can only be a piece</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114736514698048243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114736514698048243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-and-she-ii-in-crowded-train-station.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114727817162236712</id><published>2006-05-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:22:51.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of life...Since I have been so quickly done for.I wonder what I was begun for.*part of a poem on a tombstone of an infantAn infant, died shortly after his death, has no idea "what he was begun for", it's a rather sad thing as we sympathesizes with the lost of a young life. But, even sadder are people who live beyond infancy or even adolescence, still having no idea "what they were begun for". It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114727817162236712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114727817162236712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114712903250939904</id><published>2006-05-09T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T06:57:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ObedienceI'll love anyway.Brows knitted I confronted God on the many things I don't understand, and never seem to will. Perhaps the side-effect of a "instant noodles" generation, I expect understanding to come fast and straight to the point. Wham, Bang, Chop.  If I pray and ask, he will give, immediately. Gee... How many times have I forgotten "patience" and the Holy Spirit has to so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114712903250939904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114712903250939904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/obedience-ill-love-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114702583702131709</id><published>2006-05-08T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T02:24:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tug heart strings III cannot comprehand why am I  so bad at transcending?A case of low self esteem? I'm so tired now from work, but I hope I can blog coherently.On my way home today after studying at macs, I pondered over the issue, "why am I so inept at transcending?" The truth is I spend the entire time in macs, doing the Poetry PC. Is my lack of lessons a good enough excuse for my incompetency</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114702583702131709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114702583702131709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/tug-heart-strings-ii-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114697711387934875</id><published>2006-05-07T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:45:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tug heart stringsMusic vs VocalsI prefer the former, more room for expressionMusic, music, they make me convicted of a beautiful maker responsible for making this possible. Giving thanks to God for wiring us with unique senses that is able to appreciate other form of creation that compliments them. It's not that words are not good, but words have the tendency to dictate thoughts. There are days, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114697711387934875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114697711387934875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/tug-heart-strings-music-vs-vocals-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114692886663546957</id><published>2006-05-06T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T23:21:07.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weight of the worldHe carries with him the weight of the world on his shoulders when he die on the cross. Bearing all the guilt sin and shame. This truth just sunk deep into my heart today. Jesus, Jesus, I just love him so much and am so grateful. When we get this truth right, I believe we really shouldn't complain "how tough our life is". I'm just filled with much gratitude and joy.This new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114692886663546957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114692886663546957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/weight-of-world-he-carries-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5216267.post-114678050379264392</id><published>2006-05-05T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:08:23.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puzzled mind in a Friday morning o.OListening: Rachel Yamagata - The reason whyI start my desktop today to realise my internet explorer had disappeared. I was a little surprise, more puzzled. You mean, I.E can disappear on it's own? I guess I will prolly spend the rest of the day pondering about it, perhaps.I tried to reheat the chicken wings, but can't seem to find an opening for the aluminium </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114678050379264392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5216267/posts/default/114678050379264392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://e-spresso.blogspot.com/2006/05/puzzled-mind-in-friday-morning-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Chantel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09187423561144267888</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
