<?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-8524639407824180052</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:08:00.629+08:00</updated><category term='realisation'/><category term='social'/><category term='self'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='heart'/><category term='reminiscent'/><category term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Zzaarr - Whatever it means to you, it is.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me, my heart almost naked before you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-8344816837314841055</id><published>2007-03-01T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:14:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>Haha. Again. To &lt;a href="http://zzaarr.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-8344816837314841055?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8344816837314841055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=8344816837314841055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8344816837314841055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8344816837314841055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-2654908037666018579</id><published>2007-03-01T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:22:59.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of better days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/ReYoHjRq7TI/AAAAAAAAABI/2jdoznWjQiM/s1600-h/cfs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/ReYoHjRq7TI/AAAAAAAAABI/2jdoznWjQiM/s320/cfs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036757343454031154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was uploaded on the 2nd of October 2005, I thought I was skinny then. No make it skinnier. I was never skinny in my life. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found this other picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/ReYo2DRq7UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOzexK-jHBo/s1600-h/cfs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/ReYo2DRq7UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vOzexK-jHBo/s320/cfs2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036758142317948226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was uploaded on the 18th of September that same year, check out ma tummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures were shot by dunno who but were taken from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/vii_haven/sets/1064131/"&gt;Jon's flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-2654908037666018579?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/2654908037666018579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=2654908037666018579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/2654908037666018579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/2654908037666018579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/03/dreaming-of-better-days.html' title='Dreaming of better days'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/ReYoHjRq7TI/AAAAAAAAABI/2jdoznWjQiM/s72-c/cfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-8798451604135281722</id><published>2007-02-28T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:11:13.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I'm not alone in Perth, but we know not being alone doesn't guarantee that you will not feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something when I was feeling very emotional probably a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lie on my bed&lt;br /&gt;My heart sinks ast the sheets&lt;br /&gt;And falls under my bed&lt;br /&gt;Whimpering and hiding from the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-8798451604135281722?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8798451604135281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=8798451604135281722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8798451604135281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8798451604135281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-im-not-alone-in-perth-but-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-7001955526635507176</id><published>2007-02-23T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:43:54.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastard</title><content type='html'>I was a bastard, maybe there are still traces of being bastardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I leave this place, I hope my traces of a bastard will be erased and I will return a brand new man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-7001955526635507176?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7001955526635507176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=7001955526635507176' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7001955526635507176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7001955526635507176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/bastard.html' title='Bastard'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-1397132395483587757</id><published>2007-02-22T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:06:52.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><title type='text'>How Apt</title><content type='html'>"I will now bring new meaning to the word alone &lt;br /&gt;Endless nights of dreaming of life &lt;br /&gt;And the days we should have spent here" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- words from Underoath's "Its Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-1397132395483587757?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/1397132395483587757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=1397132395483587757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/1397132395483587757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/1397132395483587757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-apt.html' title='How Apt'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-3693343482200147917</id><published>2007-02-21T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:08:36.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of my room uploaded to flickr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/zzaarr/sets/72157594548193279/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the set on my room here in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some new pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-3693343482200147917?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3693343482200147917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=3693343482200147917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/3693343482200147917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/3693343482200147917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/pictures-of-my-room-uploaded-to-flickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-9194003026843244795</id><published>2007-02-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:09:43.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>Room In Perth Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>G'day mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to give you a tour of my room here in Perth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hH2OyOqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THnNrXK_gWI/s1600-h/IMG_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hH2OyOqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THnNrXK_gWI/s320/IMG_0689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923883775572642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the doorway to chilloutness, Joel and Liang's chillout place. Hahaha right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIGOyOrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JBJHSGLFND8/s1600-h/IMG_0690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIGOyOrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JBJHSGLFND8/s320/IMG_0690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923888070539954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that greets you as you enter the room is the coffee table which we got at the As-Is corner in Ikea for $10dollars, 'cos it's slightly damaged! Haha. Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIGOyOsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IaOxOhzz6lA/s1600-h/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIGOyOsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IaOxOhzz6lA/s320/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923888070539970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my double bed, which I sleep on alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIWOyOtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ydL8boGAxhs/s1600-h/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIWOyOtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ydL8boGAxhs/s320/IMG_0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923892365507282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Joel on his bed and laptop. His is a single bed and I took the double bed by virtue of me being fatter than him! .D Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIWOyOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2zZB3H3_hDU/s1600-h/IMG_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hIWOyOuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2zZB3H3_hDU/s320/IMG_0694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029923892365507298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Joe's table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the next post! .D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-9194003026843244795?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/9194003026843244795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=9194003026843244795' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/9194003026843244795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/9194003026843244795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/room-in-perth-pt-1.html' title='Room In Perth Pt. 1'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fGXZ-AR4OA4/Rc3hH2OyOqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/THnNrXK_gWI/s72-c/IMG_0689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-5969871976157572435</id><published>2007-02-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:49:48.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 07</title><content type='html'>Haha, now I can say I've experienced summer! A blistering 40 degrees celsius! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I were so turned off by the heat that we went out only when it was cooler. That was about 6pm! Hahaha.. And you know how early the shops close! And so we ended up having dinner at a 24hr Macdonalds! I didn't know they had such things here in Perth! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Grace Assembly of God Perth tomorrow! .D Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace is my new favourite act cool word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-5969871976157572435?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5969871976157572435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=5969871976157572435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/5969871976157572435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/5969871976157572435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/summer-of-07.html' title='Summer of 07'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-7951083032827868843</id><published>2007-02-01T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:53:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Good Bye (For Now)</title><content type='html'>31 Jan 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Night Before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly slept the night before my flight. I had supper with my Recluse boys and it was a fun time of hanging out and reminiscing the old times we had at many Grace Retreats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Retreat, something that I will miss this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from supper and went online to download some sermons and chatted with Joey for a bit. I took a nap till 515am and got ready for my flight to Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flight Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 615am, said a loud goodbye to my home and set off for the airport and was delighted that so many people came to see me off! Thank you friends, it was really good to have you there. Joey came even though he doesn't have that many days of leave left. Thanks bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone who came must've woke up so early, dragging their feet and half asleep heads to see me off, so sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Liew bought me UM1s (a pair of in ear monitors)! Thanks Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey sang me Audio Adrenaline's Goodbye and that made us all so emotional I think. I know it's not really goodbye, it's just goodbye for a while only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hugging really did it for me, when I hugged my parents, I wanted to cry. Then there were so many people to hug! All the hugging melted me... Then my mum chirped that it was the last call for us and I had no more time to be sad and had to worry about missing the plane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went and onto the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride was pretty uneventful, the people were generally nice and the airline I flew wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very nervous throughout the plane ride, wondering whether we'd get there safely. Once I was in customs I was wondering if I was going to clear it or get deported home, even though I had done absolutely no wrong thing. We even declared our laptops and thank God we didn't have to get our bags ransacked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Cara from Grace Assembly Perth received us and drove us to our temporary lodging which is in the suburb of Highgate, just north of the city! O and Sister Cara is actually Sister Sok Hwa, some of you might remember her as Sherlene's mum? Yup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now lying on my bed, the bigger bed in the room because Auntie Ivy (that's our temp. landlady) says I'm bigger sized. Muahahaha, there are actually perks for being fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Joel and I will be meeting the off campus accommodation person in charge in school, hopefully she will have time to meet us and discuss our housing requirements! Yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father God, I want to thank you for seeing Joel and myself safely to Perth and for a nice landlady like Auntie Ivy and also for Auntie Cara. I want to thank you for Joel too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-7951083032827868843?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7951083032827868843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=7951083032827868843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7951083032827868843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7951083032827868843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-long-good-bye-for-now.html' title='So Long Good Bye (For Now)'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-8225425153711883688</id><published>2007-01-31T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:30:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept very lightly today, I am very excited with my flight later! .D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-8225425153711883688?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8225425153711883688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=8225425153711883688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8225425153711883688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8225425153711883688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-slept-very-lightly-today-i-am-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-5473449245679142336</id><published>2007-01-24T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T12:07:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hands Make Gold</title><content type='html'>I did this so many times, haha, it's not accurate anymore. I am a mix of the two below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/midas_touch.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/tantrum.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-5473449245679142336?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/5473449245679142336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=5473449245679142336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/5473449245679142336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/5473449245679142336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-hands-make-gold.html' title='My Hands Make Gold'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-3411427808622271760</id><published>2007-01-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:15:37.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><title type='text'>Am I useless?</title><content type='html'>My folks tell me I'm useless. "Feed until so big also useless." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I also don't want to be so useless. So irresponsible. But I don't need people to keep hounding me and telling me how bad I am. Last of the people I want to hear it from is from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O they always say "没有用“，I really hate that phrase. I'll never say that about my child. God forbid! Please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-3411427808622271760?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/3411427808622271760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=3411427808622271760' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/3411427808622271760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/3411427808622271760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/am-i-useless.html' title='Am I useless?'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-8868354011773562636</id><published>2007-01-12T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:25:30.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realisation'/><title type='text'>I Do Not Click With Many Of You</title><content type='html'>I've met many people over the past 3 years, and I realised more and more that there are many different kinds of people, and only the similar types can understand each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like another language barrier, except this has nothing to do with language but the frequency. Frequency and wavelength in this context are made up of a number of factors. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of humour that one prefers sets the frequency of one's person. If you don't like lame jokes for example, you can't really socialise with someone who really loves lame jokes, unless you are at a business meeting, where it is strictly business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other factor that tunes one's frequency is one's interests. Now if lame joke person has common interests with I hate lame jokes person, they might still hit it off when they are interacting, but either of them will cringe once in a while because of either's inability to grasp each other's humour, or worse, the message that they are trying to put across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human frequency is affected by many different factors and up till now I think I kinda know which type I come into and I'm glad there are people like me around, although it's getting fewer as we change and grow up and have to do real work in offices for really important organisations, or getting on with life with family, settling down, flying overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will come to a stage where we settle for second best, when we arrive at a place in time and life that none of your type are around or close to you, then we just gotta make do with those God has placed in our lives and learn to love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, heaven will be a really diversified place right, so we better start now. I hope there cliques in heaven where the same type can hang together. But then again, I believe heaven will be one big clique where everyone has one common interest, the person of God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here? I don't know leh, I just started typing and this is what I came up with. It's just a blog, *pause 2, 3, 4* not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-8868354011773562636?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/8868354011773562636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=8868354011773562636' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8868354011773562636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/8868354011773562636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-do-not-click-with-many-of-you.html' title='I Do Not Click With Many Of You'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8524639407824180052.post-4368409799219218273</id><published>2007-01-10T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T13:10:41.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscent'/><title type='text'>Putting Strange Things Into Your Mouth</title><content type='html'>I remember sometime when I was about 13, I went to my cousin's RGPS carnival hoping to see some cute girls and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated with these colourful things that looked like sweets and they put it in those kacang-putih, rolled up magazine paper cones. I believe it was $10 or $5, and I bought it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulating myself on the yummy treat, I popped 2 of these pretty looking things into my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... there was no taste, I was disgusted. Many years later I discovered that they were actually coloured macaroni and pasta! 他妈的! Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-4368409799219218273?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/4368409799219218273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=4368409799219218273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/4368409799219218273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/4368409799219218273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/putting-strange-things-into-your-mouth.html' title='Putting Strange Things Into Your Mouth'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-7106586859545103592</id><published>2007-01-08T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T07:19:23.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><title type='text'>Morning with Spurgeon</title><content type='html'>I was awoken by a pounding noise from above my flat, and I started surfing the net and felt I should be with God in prayer and reading his word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Are you not less tired when you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"For me to live is Christ."—Philippians 1:21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE believer did not always live to Christ. He began to do so when God the Holy Spirit convinced him of sin, and when by grace he was brought to see the dying Saviour making a propitiation for his guilt. From the moment of the new and celestial birth the man begins to live to Christ. Jesus is to believers the one pearl of great price, for whom we are willing to part with all that we have. He has so completely won our love, that it beats alone for Him; to His glory we would live, and in defence of His gospel we would die; He is the pattern of our life, and the model after which we would sculpture our character. Paul's words mean more than most men think; they imply that the aim and end of his life was Christ—nay, his life itself was Jesus. In the words of an ancient saint, he did eat, and drink, and sleep eternal life. Jesus was his very breath, the soul of his soul, the heart of his heart, the life of his life. Can you say, as a professing Christian, that you live up to this idea? Can you honestly say that for you to live is Christ? Your business—are you doing it for Christ? Is it not done for self-aggrandizement and for family advantage? Do you ask, "Is that a mean reason?" For the Christian it is. He professes to live for Christ; how can he live for another object without committing a spiritual adultery? Many there are who carry out this principle in some measure; but who is there that dare say that he hath lived wholly for Christ as the apostle did? Yet, this alone is the true life of a Christian—its source, its sustenance, its fashion, its end, all gathered up in one word—Christ Jesus. Lord, accept me; I here present myself, praying to live only in Thee and to Thee. Let me be as the bullock which stands between the plough and the altar, to work or to be sacrificed; and let my motto be, "Ready for either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 07 Jan 07, Morning readings from &lt;a href="http://www.spurgeon.org/daily.htm"&gt;The Spurgeon Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a high calling! If I said that I did live every desire, deed &amp; thought for Christ and as Christ did, I'd be a hypocrite, so let me say now that a big part of me does not even think like as the Apostle Paul did, but I do want to overcome this inertia somehow and in the future say, more and more that I am living Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heavenly Father, please help me live this words out by your grace through Christ and through the power of your Holy Spirit, in Jesus' name, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-7106586859545103592?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.spurgeon.org' title='Morning with Spurgeon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/7106586859545103592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=7106586859545103592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7106586859545103592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/7106586859545103592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2007/01/morning-with-spurgeon.html' title='Morning with Spurgeon'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-471095742807608635</id><published>2006-12-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:59:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me A Liar</title><content type='html'>Believe my face belies my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-471095742807608635?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/471095742807608635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=471095742807608635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/471095742807608635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/471095742807608635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-me-liar.html' title='Call Me A Liar'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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-8524639407824180052.post-6878675060959644269</id><published>2006-12-31T06:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T06:03:17.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'>"In a house without a backdoor&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a fire escape&lt;br /&gt;And I've been ripping up the floorboards&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to get away&lt;br /&gt;From this sleeplessness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm A Sucker For A Kind Word by Copeland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I could sleep easily, especially if I was really tired, which I am most of the time. Lately though I haven't been able to sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8524639407824180052-6878675060959644269?l=zzaarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/feeds/6878675060959644269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8524639407824180052&amp;postID=6878675060959644269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/6878675060959644269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8524639407824180052/posts/default/6878675060959644269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zzaarr.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleeplessness_31.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14785039942170122162</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></feed>
