<?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-19109451</id><updated>2011-11-15T05:33:44.220-08:00</updated><category term='boredom+procrastination=inane words'/><category term='PMC'/><title type='text'>the inane musings of SIM J</title><subtitle type='html'>I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGHTENS ME</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-8729311636605870747</id><published>2011-02-08T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T06:06:25.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i doing miles away from home?....still figuring it out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-8729311636605870747?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/8729311636605870747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=8729311636605870747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8729311636605870747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8729311636605870747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-am-i-doing-miles-away-from.html' title='what am i doing miles away from home?....still figuring it out...'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-3833461423818054231</id><published>2009-03-27T22:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:21:50.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a God of second chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just came back from the first night of The Filling Station conference for this year. The theme is Grace. I know....what an amazing thing that is. The speakers this year are amazing. Tonight's message was from Simon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gau&lt;/span&gt;, a youth pastor right here from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whalley&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've heard so many messages on grace but it never fails to humble me every single time I hear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A verse from tonight's message struck me so much that I felt I had to write this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Micah 7 : 8, 9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gloat&lt;/span&gt; over me, my enemy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I have fallen, I will rise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because I have sinned against Him, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will bear the Lord's wrath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until He pleads my case,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and establishes my right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He will bring me out into the light;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will see His righteousness"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love the part that says "He pleads my case". Jesus is pleading MY CASE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other random notes I made :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Get Up and keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Grace is my safety net when I fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;-God's grace is free because Jesus paid for it on the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a personal note, God is amazing. He's got my path laid out for me and it's amazing how no matter what turn I take, I'm headed in the same direction. I'm sure God is just sitting up there laughing at how we lowly mortals struggle to make our way in this world, and all along He's just saying "HEY CHILL!! I'M HERE! NO WORRIES! GOT IT ALL PLANNED OUT KIDDO!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Given a second chance by Grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-3833461423818054231?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/3833461423818054231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=3833461423818054231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3833461423818054231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3833461423818054231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-is-god-of-second-chances.html' title='God is a God of second chances'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-7590919032987722334</id><published>2008-07-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:50:41.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy July</title><content type='html'>I think this is probably my most busiest month of July ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- this sunday we'll be leaving after church to go to six flags in california. we'll be spending about two days in portland as well on our way to calli. we come bak the next sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the next weekend I'll be off to portland again with Mia for the Western youth conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the weekend after that hopefullly i'll be able to go to edmonton for the next western penti conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my bank account can withstand all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to travel again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaning on His arms,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-7590919032987722334?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/7590919032987722334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=7590919032987722334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7590919032987722334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7590919032987722334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-july.html' title='busy July'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-5602853664843312058</id><published>2008-06-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:05:29.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His eye is on the sparrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I listened to this song about a month ago. It seems I now wake up with this song on my lips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why should I feel discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and why should the shadows come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;why should my heart feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and long for heaven and home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;when Jesus is my portion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a constant friend is He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I know He watches over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I know He watches over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sing because I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sing because I'm free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;His eye is on the sparrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I know He watches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's such a simple song but it never fails to reassure me. I absolutely love how for ever event in my life, God brings a song that encourages me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's been weird not going to school for such a long period of time. But at the same time I feel like I'm waiting for that right moment to walk down that right road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm in love with Jesus. He makes all things beautiful in His time. I know where I want to go in my life but it never seemed possible. But God is just opening doors left and right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just came back from a youth Conference called History Maker. One of the bands that really inspired me was the 'kiwi' Parachute band- the next generation. The name of the lead worshiper was Omega and his story struck a note. He was born with no nose. Even after the doctors constructed a nose for him, it didn't look like everyone else's'. When he was 15, on the day Christ came to die for us, Omega want to take his life. Ready to commit suicide on Christmas day, he stops when he heard God say " I love you". Three simple words changed his life around. It was such an inspiration to see someone so not physically perfect being used so mightily in God's beautiful hands.  And his voice was just ammazzzzzzzing! It was pure silk and honey. I've never heard someone sing so beautifully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;broken for Him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-5602853664843312058?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/5602853664843312058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=5602853664843312058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5602853664843312058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5602853664843312058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2008/06/his-eye-is-on-sparrow.html' title='His eye is on the sparrow'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-4185274421894174195</id><published>2008-01-17T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:05:57.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crank that curry sauce</title><content type='html'>The guys at work showed this video to me at work and i couldn't stop laughing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXEvwLAykbk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXEvwLAykbk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-4185274421894174195?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/4185274421894174195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=4185274421894174195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/4185274421894174195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/4185274421894174195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2008/01/crank-that-curry-sauce.html' title='crank that curry sauce'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-7630678332076473326</id><published>2007-12-05T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:18:57.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbow promise</title><content type='html'>- On my way to guitar lessons with my mom, we look up and there right in front of us so clearly and spectacular was a rainbow. I'd never seen one as beautiful as this. It was so strong that it either had a shadow behind it or a second rainbow. It was perfectly arched. My high school knowledge about the colors of the spectrum ROYGBIV finally came into use as my mom wondered what colors were in the rainbow. It was marvelous. The entire car ride my mom kept muttering about the the rainbow and God's promises to us in the Bible. She kept saying that God always keeps his promises. The rainbow was proof of his promise. Dang i like rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Practice tonight went relatively well. We practiced the song Hosanna. It's been weird the past couple of weeks for me since Ben left. There was a huge void in my musical life. For the past  three years Ben and music have gone hand in hand. I didn't want to do Hosanna. But I was asked over and over again to do it and I just couldn't refuse. Today when we did it, it was so hard. I kept imagining Ben's harmony in my head. But i refused to get irritated and angry like i usually did when no one else could do the harmony as well. I realized that I can't keep expecting others to sing and play the guitar the same way my friend did. I can't keep expecting everything to be the same again. It won't. I'll just have to learn my way around it. No one can take her spot. No one can do the marvelous harmony with me like Mia and Ben could. Even when Mia and I sing now, it seems like we're missing a third someone. But I'm glad I had those three years. I learned what perfection in music could be. I've learned that music is embedded in my heart and I love Jesus. I don't think i could do anything other than worship God. It's a part of who I am. I'm a worshiper of the Living God.  I'm still learning to get back on track musically and spiritually with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love waking up to text msgs from my friend in America who wakes me up and sends me to sleep with the words I love you. I love you too chica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on my rainbow promise,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-7630678332076473326?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/7630678332076473326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=7630678332076473326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7630678332076473326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7630678332076473326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/12/rainbow-promise.html' title='The Rainbow promise'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-5387698388842911073</id><published>2007-11-29T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:52:53.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- The night before i went to Dallas, i was sleeping cuz i'd just come back from work and i was soo sick and i had the biggest headache ever. Sumi calls me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hey u wanna go to the Beckham game?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "Are u freaking kidding me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sumi: " No seriously....i have platinum tickets that i couldn't sell off so i decided why not go myself...so..wanna go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "David Beckham game? Heckerz ya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And thus the night before Dallas when i'm supposed to be packing, I went to watch the game downtown with Sumi. It was a no score game but the highlight of the game was the streaker. The game was playing and the guy comes out running into the field with no pants on. He starts of running on the other side. By the time he'd finished the lap and come to Sumi, and my side, the guy was completly naked. The crowd was cheering like crazy. Everyone's clicking away on their camera's trying to capture the moment. I take out my cell phone and start clicking away too....too bad the megapixels on my cell camera sucks...ooh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The funniest part for me was that a female police officer runs out into the field and tackles the naked guy down...ya i know...eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Dallas was so much fun. Except the driving around of course. I swear u couldn't get from one place to the next without going on a highway! Whew thank God we had a GPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; It was such a blessing to be able to see friends and family from Kuwait after about 8 years. And i love my cousin's fiance and her family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- I hate cancer. It's talked about alot but i never fully grasped what the families of those that have cancer have to go through. I pray for peace and comfort upon all those who've lost loved ones to cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Christmas is coming up. Our PMC party is on Dec. 8. The kids have been doing a lot of work preparing for this year's drama. Praying that it goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Planned events for next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Generation Unleashed 2008 in Portland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Trip to India in May for cousin's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- Atlanta for PCNAK 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I hope i get to do all these things... Inshaallah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- I'm learning so much in my guitar classes but i wish i had more time to just sit down and practice. And dang i want to buy a new guitar! Sig is getting really really old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;still in prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-5387698388842911073?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/5387698388842911073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=5387698388842911073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5387698388842911073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5387698388842911073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='.....'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-2457044639991539371</id><published>2007-10-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:55:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- I'm back in school and it's as sucky as ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- Work ....is...going....well I guess.  Had a really horrible customer the other day. She was Asian and refused my help because I was a girl. K I admit i'm not a pro gamer, but I still know my stuff after working in Media for 6 months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- still getting used to no Beni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- Excited to go to Dallas for my cousin's engagement. I haven't seen them for about 8 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- A couple of people close to me has family members that fell really ill. I heard about two in one day and it totally broke my heart. I went to sleep praying for them. I woke up the next morning with a song that i'd heard only once a couple days ago. It was the song Healer from Planetshakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You're my Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You hold my every moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You calm my raging seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You walk with me through fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And heal all my disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I trust in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I believe You're my Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I believe You are all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I believe You're my Portion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I believe You're more than enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Jesus You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; My Healer, You're my Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; You hold my world in Your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I think this is my song of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Last month's song was Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;still quite aimless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-2457044639991539371?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/2457044639991539371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=2457044639991539371&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/2457044639991539371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/2457044639991539371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/10/healer.html' title='Healer'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-5863938387343574795</id><published>2007-08-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:05:47.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another two months</title><content type='html'>So another two months have passed since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;- WPC happened and went awesome. Integrated i'm proud of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to London to attend the South Asian Global Convention, then ended up going to Germany and France as well after. I had an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the PNE last week with Beni, Divya, Sarah, and Ammu Kutty. Thank you for such an awesome time girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beni left.&lt;br /&gt;-I miss laughing&lt;br /&gt;-I miss her harmony&lt;br /&gt;-I miss her honesty&lt;br /&gt;-I just miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx Beni for being an awesome friend for the past three years. Thank you for letting me be part of ur last few days in Vancouver. I love you chica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School is upcoming. I'm back to first year again after switching over to Business.&lt;br /&gt;-Work is awesome....still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss singing....and when i say singing, i mean with singing with the three part harmony of Mia, Beni and myself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing a lot,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RtXfWPsQiOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DQNQZhYOHIs/s1600-h/Ben+and+me+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RtXfWPsQiOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DQNQZhYOHIs/s400/Ben+and+me+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104231325956606178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RtXfV_sQiNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VAVjCEe2Pps/s1600-h/Ben+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RtXfV_sQiNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VAVjCEe2Pps/s400/Ben+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104231321661638866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cheesy pics i took of Beni and i on my cell phone...lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-5863938387343574795?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/5863938387343574795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=5863938387343574795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5863938387343574795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5863938387343574795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-two-months.html' title='Another two months'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RtXfWPsQiOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DQNQZhYOHIs/s72-c/Ben+and+me+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-2669538852959864193</id><published>2007-06-28T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T12:38:20.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WPC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Wow it's been 2 whole months since i wrote on this blog. So much has happened and i don't even remember half of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to my niece Divya's prom and dry grad. had a relli good time. I'm glad i went when she invited me for the 10th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've been working at Best Buy since April and i'm loving it so far. Every day is so interesting. I started off as Media Specialist and have since been promoted to Gaming Specialist- which is relli funny cuz my bro is the gamer and i know absolutely nothing. lol...but hey i'm learning!  I love making sales and i love helping people buy the right product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not going to india this summer but plans to go in may are already in motion. My cousin whom i haven't seen for like 8 years is getting married and i can't wait to go! Plus it'd be wicked to hang out with Beni in India and show off our sorry grasp of hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K so inshaallah, i will go to London with the PMC gang this august for SAGC. I have no clue where i'll be getting funds. And i'm thankful for my credit card. Apparently gettting one way tickets is cheaper than getting two way tickets...hmm...i'll hafta look into that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beni dont' leave me~!!!!!! What will Mia and i do without u?? ur the lower harmony, mia's the high harmony and i'm the melody!!! aiyoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Western Pentecostal Conference is NEXT WEEK!. wow...so close. It's gonna be loadds of fun. Can't wait to play volleyball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woohoo volleyball has started. We're having our official kickoff this sunday July 1st canada day! it's gonna be rocking babay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-2669538852959864193?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/2669538852959864193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=2669538852959864193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/2669538852959864193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/2669538852959864193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/06/wpc.html' title='WPC'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-6766635543274675355</id><published>2007-04-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:54:44.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haahaha! watch this</title><content type='html'>Thank you Beni for showing me this vid! totally made me laugh yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHbDj2BHKFk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PHbDj2BHKFk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-6766635543274675355?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/6766635543274675355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=6766635543274675355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6766635543274675355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6766635543274675355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/04/haahaha-watch-this.html' title='Haahaha! watch this'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-8403200939158110315</id><published>2007-04-13T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:33:27.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPdate!</title><content type='html'>Ben's B-day&lt;br /&gt;- went to Capone's  with Beni, Mia and Priya and had the most delicious food ever! we got a pizza and even that was sooo mouthwatering!  oo and the live jazz??? holy! sooo beautiful. The guy started singing "what a wonderful world" and my knife and fork just clattered onto the plate and i just sat there and took it in. Then he went on with some gospels and oldies like "o when the saints go marchin in". And then out of utter curiousity as to how he would sound singing "Amazing Grace", Mia goes and asks him to sing it. And ooooo boy did he sing it or what!!!! I mean come on! Good food AND gospel music!???? heck i felt like going "GLORY HALLELUJAH" once or twice in my meal...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rh-vJfKIbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XRln6XP4GvM/s1600-h/Scan10043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rh-vJfKIbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XRln6XP4GvM/s320/Scan10043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052949884450664162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After all that and a consumption of Shirley Temple's by the other girls, we were well on our way to lunacy. So we decide to go to Death by Chocolate. Hey we're already far gone....why not add a couple more sugary items in there!?   After passing the TRAIN(no mia...we will not stop and take pictures with the stupid train!), we reach there. We had and excellent waitress who made no qualms about wanting a tip and we sang the birthday gurl her birthday song only a couple hundred times. (MIA WATCH THE FINGERS! I SAID FOUR MINUTES NOT FOUR SECONDS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mia and I Slept over at Beni's house.  You might all be wondering what a group of college/university girls do together at night....y of course we watched SOUND OF MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rh-vJPKIbtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1pfItCCaoaw/s1600-h/Scan10053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rh-vJPKIbtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/1pfItCCaoaw/s320/Scan10053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052949880155696850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - us in our classic amachi poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i ended up staying the next day as well. And i'm glad i did. I  had pasta. Not just any pasta. SUDHA AUNTY'S PASTA! yes!!! to all those lovers of her pasta! i had it and u didnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Couple days later, Mia,beni and i had another outing. &lt;a href="http://www.onedesi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beni explains it all in her blog&lt;/a&gt; so i won't bother repeating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will put up a video. o yes mia and beni! here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=4483434486034044570&amp;amp;hl=en-CA" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i cut beni off before she could complete her threat....but what followed is tragic....yes ...they did beat me up...jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooo exams coming up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving God,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-8403200939158110315?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/8403200939158110315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=8403200939158110315&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8403200939158110315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8403200939158110315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='UPdate!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rh-vJfKIbuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XRln6XP4GvM/s72-c/Scan10043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-8060248133954692491</id><published>2007-03-07T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T13:15:17.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>I got this video from a friend of mine from college (Graham) who is in the army reserves. He took a couple of pics and videos when he had a field exercise down in Fort Lewis. At the same time, the Americans were there for training as well. So they're doing this exercise and this one american soldier is out of rounds so he starts to point his gun and say BANG BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8zX1JKbZxP4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8zX1JKbZxP4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol Graham showed this to me in the library and i thought it was hilarious! ahh...God bless those Americans who don't have any more rounds and are forced to say BANG BANG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-8060248133954692491?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/8060248133954692491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=8060248133954692491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8060248133954692491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8060248133954692491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/03/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-8727074679009019624</id><published>2007-02-19T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:43:18.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how to pray for this&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to ask and say&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know where to end&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Because all I know is that my heart feels heavy;&lt;br /&gt;God I ask for Your peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I just wish God would just tell us what He wants us to do! I hate the waiting and the endless ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I wish people would stop talking about faith. I wish they would just put it into action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wish people would stop seeing things out of their own eyes. I wish they would consider others. I wish they would consider God instead of themselves and their own desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in dream world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find peace,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-8727074679009019624?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/8727074679009019624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=8727074679009019624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8727074679009019624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/8727074679009019624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-9042256658363648411</id><published>2007-02-11T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:01:15.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Reduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rc7mM-yZ3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/MrqSs8zz5QY/s1600-h/n2204581505_35304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rc7mM-yZ3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/MrqSs8zz5QY/s400/n2204581505_35304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030210944506650594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-9042256658363648411?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/9042256658363648411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=9042256658363648411&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/9042256658363648411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/9042256658363648411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/02/stress-reduction.html' title='Stress Reduction'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rc7mM-yZ3-I/AAAAAAAAACk/MrqSs8zz5QY/s72-c/n2204581505_35304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-1456749104886541257</id><published>2007-01-30T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:07:47.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GU moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So since i'm on a roll of making fun of people, lets review Beni's moment of hilarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Alright so we go to Arbys during our lunch break. Everyone ate their fill. Some more than others. Sarvesh started throwing spitballs. That's when we realized we had to get out of there before he did something else. Unknown to us, Joel, Georgy and Sarvesh had made up a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The plan: As Beni is reversing her van, put sarvesh directly behind it so that her van starts beeping. As soon as beni sees sarvesh bent over, she'll think he's been hit by her.  Watch and see the boys' masterplan come into being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYUwlLLNhDs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYUwlLLNhDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;AHAHA !!!!!! BENI FELL FOR IT!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;great job Joel, Georgy and Sarvesh! so proud of u guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;of course she got as back by going freaking 5 km/hr on the road! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;o and before i go, i'll leave u with a song lead by Mia and the girls @ Sarahi's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FggxcQjYX8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FggxcQjYX8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Quote from &lt;a href="http://drummerboy-starfish.blogspot.com/index.html"&gt;Sarvesh&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"starfish  said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    Hello friends, are u all ready for 2027!!! Well for those that dont know what it is, I'll fill you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    It's a date.I know what a surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    It's 20 years from now, Deeper Walk is going to be hosting a huge, gynormouse conference, in Canada. That is planned to be the best conference on the face of the earth and it will make history. Thats right my friends, it is bigger than anything you can possibly imagine. We are thinking big. Please keep this project of ours in prayer, and if its in Gods will, than we will defenitly succeed. Also keep praying for the worship team, cause we need a lot of practise to prepare for this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;    Chow for now and I'll keep u updated. k peace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;remembering the fun times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;p.s. all the pics are up on my facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-1456749104886541257?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/1456749104886541257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=1456749104886541257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/1456749104886541257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/1456749104886541257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/01/gu-moments.html' title='GU moments'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-7413169539612909975</id><published>2007-01-30T16:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:37:42.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JENIS' BLOND MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;k so for those of you who don't know Jenis, this is she:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rb_j2lFZH0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Jws0YIJPZ9w/s1600-h/n129501142_30057563_821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rb_j2lFZH0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Jws0YIJPZ9w/s320/n129501142_30057563_821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025986235975933762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we're walking to the bus stop and she's yapping away to glory. And then! she totally &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crashes against  a pillar &lt;/span&gt;and turns around and starts apologizing! ahaha! it was hilarous! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHE SAID SORRY TO A POLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll obviously i burst out laughin like a lunatic. The cup of coffee I was having didn't quite help calm me down. The guy behind us saw me laughin and started smiling at Jenis's antics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENIS!!!!!! ur hilarious!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO SAYS SORRY TO A POLE?&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha....still laughin...,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and waiting for 2027,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-7413169539612909975?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/7413169539612909975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=7413169539612909975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7413169539612909975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/7413169539612909975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/01/jenis-blond-moment.html' title='JENIS&apos; BLOND MOMENT'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/Rb_j2lFZH0I/AAAAAAAAACY/Jws0YIJPZ9w/s72-c/n129501142_30057563_821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-6738393831625291103</id><published>2007-01-29T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:09:20.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GU 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Here are my highlights of the conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY  G-O-D  IS   B-I-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;POINT TO THE PLANETSHAKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  point to the planetshaker on the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  point to the planetshaker on the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  point to the planetshaker.....(forgot the words....someone wanna help me out?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;does your shoulder lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- DHOOM MACHALE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;dhoom again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; we're gonna... (i'm surprised i'm not sick of this song after hearing it 600 hundred times on they 6 hour drive to portland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- NOBODY try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; horseradish sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; or whatever the heck it is that beni and mogz gave sarvesh and me. IT'S DISGUSTING! i don't understand why i absoultely must accept bets or challenges...yuck..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- lol niki....in the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;when ur looking for ur glasses, check if other people have them on first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...lol can't belive sarvesh had them on for more than an hour and u still didnt' figure it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Praying on a cliff&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(well maybe not a real CLIFF!) with tracy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..loved it. I loved having no one around except for the two of us, and if u look down u see lights, if u look up u see the moon and the stars. It was gorgeous... and liberating actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;KING OF ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;k there's a bunch of other stories to tell...including the one where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt; beni almost ran over sarvesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;...hehe...and i've got the video for that! i'l put up the pics and videos in a couple of days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;peace be still,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-6738393831625291103?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/6738393831625291103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=6738393831625291103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6738393831625291103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6738393831625291103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/01/gu-2007.html' title='GU 2007'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-433092063241449845</id><published>2007-01-14T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:45:08.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guju vs. Panju</title><content type='html'>lol so this is just a video i thought was funny....it's lame but funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-6WUbX12vs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T-6WUbX12vs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-433092063241449845?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/433092063241449845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=433092063241449845&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/433092063241449845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/433092063241449845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/01/guju-vs-panju.html' title='Guju vs. Panju'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-5042865735400659043</id><published>2007-01-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:00:55.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PMC'/><title type='text'>PMC Christmas 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DY7Lwe7pbWE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DY7Lwe7pbWE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2Fx_HnxTI/AAAAAAAAABc/CmT73WPdvuU/s1600-h/volleyball+chicas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2Fx_HnxTI/AAAAAAAAABc/CmT73WPdvuU/s320/volleyball+chicas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016312653764085042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the volleybal girls from summer 06 : Div, Me, Angela, Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FYfHnxOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fegi5g8f64U/s1600-h/aman,me,div,sum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FYfHnxOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fegi5g8f64U/s320/aman,me,div,sum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016312215677420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman, me, Div, Sumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZPHnxQI/AAAAAAAAABE/4E3gE_TVFyA/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZPHnxQI/AAAAAAAAABE/4E3gE_TVFyA/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016312228562322690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanz &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZfHnxRI/AAAAAAAAABM/qBhKDw7_-6k/s1600-h/DSCN0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZfHnxRI/AAAAAAAAABM/qBhKDw7_-6k/s320/DSCN0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016312232857290002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman and I in the bak of Sumi's car. Now u know what happens when sumi and div sit up front and talk.... BOREDOM! jk...luv u guyz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZvHnxSI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzGOARVGxVA/s1600-h/me+,+div.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2FZvHnxSI/AAAAAAAAABU/IzGOARVGxVA/s320/me+,+div.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016312237152257314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EEPHnxLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MAbbmtYUH6g/s320/DSCN0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016310768273441970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scene from the drama. That's a taxi constructed by Biyant. God bless him! He did that and the backdrops and the manger! wowzers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EDfHnxJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tV-xPZxZVso/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EDfHnxJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tV-xPZxZVso/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016310755388540050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and best friend Aman from high skool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EEfHnxMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ftprKG85-U/s1600-h/DSCN0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EEfHnxMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9ftprKG85-U/s320/DSCN0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016310772568409282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EEvHnxNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gAVYaKZ3KCs/s1600-h/DSCN0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2EEvHnxNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gAVYaKZ3KCs/s320/DSCN0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016310776863376594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Thomas trying to get away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMC Christmas was well done. The youth did such an awesome job with the drama!&lt;br /&gt;Excellent food, great people to hang with and wicked fuN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-5042865735400659043?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/5042865735400659043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=5042865735400659043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5042865735400659043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/5042865735400659043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2007/01/pmc-christmas-2006.html' title='PMC Christmas 2006'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/RZ2Fx_HnxTI/AAAAAAAAABc/CmT73WPdvuU/s72-c/volleyball+chicas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-6794825494388623111</id><published>2006-12-12T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T05:10:33.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why worry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;    "Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat;nor about the body, what you will put on. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Consider the lilies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these....And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things. But seek the kingdom of God, and all these shall be added to you."&lt;br /&gt;Luke 12: 22-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."&lt;br /&gt;Matt 11:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God of all comfort, bring quietness and calm to hearts worried about what the day may bring.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wordless in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-6794825494388623111?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/6794825494388623111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=6794825494388623111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6794825494388623111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/6794825494388623111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-worry.html' title='Why worry?'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-3098528589835755522</id><published>2006-12-11T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:26:44.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jesus give me your Grace to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Give me Your forgivness&lt;br /&gt;Give me  a  heart like Yours&lt;br /&gt;Take away anything in my heart that is not of Your will&lt;br /&gt;Change me God&lt;br /&gt;Change my life&lt;br /&gt;Change my family&lt;br /&gt;Change my church&lt;br /&gt;Bind my church together with Your love  God&lt;br /&gt;Create more  'God  bond's ' among us&lt;br /&gt;Wash away our impurites and make us whole again Abba&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I want ....more&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-3098528589835755522?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/3098528589835755522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=3098528589835755522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3098528589835755522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3098528589835755522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/12/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-3208730599818005710</id><published>2006-12-08T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:33:19.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom+procrastination=inane words'/><title type='text'>The Procrastinating club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-I declare myself to be president of the procrastinating club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have so much to do!! which of course is why i spent an hour changing up stuff on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today's my last day of classes. THANK YOU JESUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lol Geog class yesterday was boring and funny at the same time. I was alone parce que mon amie Chris bunked class. So I'm in my usual zone out mode when the teacher is talking and all of a sudden i just felt like looking around me. And then i started laughing. When i looked around, i saw half of the class had their head down, and were sleeping. So the teacher moves from one blackboard to the next and she keeps moving. There was a girl with her chin resting on her hand still staring at the spot the teacher had just left 10 seconds ago. For some reason this struck my sleep deprived mind as funny.....ahh the things u find funny when ur bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This weekend is the mallu association christmas...the darn thing costs 20 bucks! it's ridiculosity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My exams start on wednesday...can't wait to get them done so i can have a peaceful christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHYY AM I UPDATING MY FREAKING BLOG AGAIN????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heading off to find some other asinine thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-3208730599818005710?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/3208730599818005710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=3208730599818005710&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3208730599818005710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/3208730599818005710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/12/procrastinating-club.html' title='The Procrastinating club'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-116533267047557858</id><published>2006-12-05T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:32:55.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was snowing a couple days ago. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;Of course i went and played in the snow! and even attempted to make a snowman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/306698/snow%202006%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/767323/snow%202006%20061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/590711/snow%202006%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/150306/snow%202006%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/86944/snow%202006%20065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/93156/snow%202006%20065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/619068/snow%202006%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/399852/snow%202006%20073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/940060/snow%202006%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/751689/snow%202006%20070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/485391/snow%202006%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/673237/snow%202006%20067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/1600/907080/snow%202006%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3395/1885/320/298593/snow%202006%20054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Left to right top : Georgy, Ansa, Alex, Sarvesh , Wilson&lt;br /&gt;Left to right bottom: Debbie, Me, Jenis, Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's exam time. And i'am in major freak out mode right now. Which is proly why i'im updating my  blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-116533267047557858?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/116533267047557858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=116533267047557858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116533267047557858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116533267047557858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/12/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-116161371386510414</id><published>2006-10-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:54:07.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DW 06  - memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words and events that stuck out for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blessed weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy God&lt;/span&gt;- From Ash's message....lol i remember being so down at one point in the weekend and then I think it was Mia who said to me "Don't worry. Daddy God will take care of it"....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exit 7 &lt;/span&gt;- You guyz rock!I love your group! So much talent in one place ..whew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integrated&lt;/span&gt;- No words to say how much I appreciate you all(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beni, Wilson, Rohaib,Sam, Sarvesh, Jenis, Mia, Niki,Ammu&lt;/span&gt;). No matter how stressed or sleep deprived or tired one person was, the entire rest of the team came up around that one person to support them. Okay okayi'm talking about when i tottaly broke down on sat nite and u guyz came around me and prayed...thanx y'all. I"m sooooooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud &lt;/span&gt;of u kids!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightbulb &lt;/span&gt;- yes that's a joke from our GU 06 weekend..but fri nite the joke came up cuz again we were sleeeeeeppppp deprived to the point of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;. The girls just sat around and laughed for an hour straight. And then Hanz kept me up all the way til &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:15 am&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mia's hamony&lt;/span&gt;- Gurl ur amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PDX folks( I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndu, Sarahi, Ash, Samroon,Stephen, Mark&lt;/span&gt;) you guyz were an absolute blessing to us. We had an awesome time with u guyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greek restaurant &lt;/span&gt;that Beni, Tynes, Indu, Sarahi and myself went to after DW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This weekend God just totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;humbled &lt;/span&gt;me. By Saturday evening, after DW was over, I felt ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drained&lt;/span&gt;. Like i had nothing left to give. God just brought me to the realization again and again that nothing I have is worthy enough. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need God&lt;/span&gt;. I need his strength. When i had nothing left to give, God gave.  Like Tynes and Beni said, Trusting God was the learning experience of the DW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;United Front-&lt;/span&gt; I thank God for all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tynes and Ben&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beni&lt;/span&gt; totally sorry for breaking down sat nite...kinda felt like i'd let u down. But u never said one thing against that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U just prayed&lt;/span&gt;. U just said that it'd be okay. I took it to heart. And it was .    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tynes&lt;/span&gt; you held my hand and u prayed for me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didnt' know i needed to get prayed over&lt;/span&gt;. But i did.  And i do remember everything u said to me. Thank you.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black butcher paper&lt;/span&gt; - no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sumi &amp; Div &lt;/span&gt;- I love you gurlz! I'm always there if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I thank God that he brought everyone together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hanz stay off that coffee girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenis&lt;/span&gt; u are amazing. Somehow u always know when i need prayer or when i'm super stressed. You never ask questions. U just say " Lets pray". That's exactly what i needed. Thank you soo much for all your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There's a whoooollee bunch of stuf that i'm forgetting. But that's okay. I'm just...peaceful. Despite the fact i have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer Prgramming midterm&lt;/span&gt; today. As well as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;english paper due&lt;/span&gt;.  As well as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calculus midterm&lt;/span&gt; on wedneday.&lt;br /&gt;No more fun for me...bak to studying it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I surrender all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-116161371386510414?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/116161371386510414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=116161371386510414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116161371386510414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116161371386510414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/10/dw-06-memories.html' title='DW 06  - memories'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-116067629549197515</id><published>2006-10-12T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:04:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DW 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;7 days till Deeper Walk 06 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-116067629549197515?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/116067629549197515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=116067629549197515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116067629549197515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/116067629549197515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/10/dw-06.html' title='DW 06'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115855611031830803</id><published>2006-09-17T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:34:48.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVED BY GRACE</title><content type='html'>I write about today because I don't ever want to forget. I don't want to forget anything God has done for me. I don't want to forget that we were saved by God's grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My mother and I were driving towards church and she was doing the usual "omg Simi y are u always late ? we have to be in church at 10:15 to get a seat! you know how full it gets!"&lt;br /&gt;So I go 65 in a 50km/h area  to appease my mom. We get to 80th and 112 and the light turns yellow and i turn left. The car skids and crashes onto the curb really roughly. My mom cries out and i look over afraid she was hurt but she was just scared. I try to get the car back in control but the car is bounced onto the other lane. I try to get control of the wheel afraid of oncoming traffic from the opposite lane. I hear the wheels screeching as i try and get back onto my lane. Somehow I got the car alongside a driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My mom already in tears gets out of the car and starts crying even more seeing the bad tires.  A passerby looks and tell us we have two flats in the right front and back tires. I quickly phone Beni hoping she'd be at the church. I tell her we're in a bit of a pickle. Okay okay maybe i didn't tell her that. It was more like me blubbering some nonsense on the phone to her and she trying to figure out my blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Uncle John passes by right then and pulls over. He sees me crying and he says "no no no reason to cry ..it's okay" He goes over and looks at the car and asks us what happened. The owner of the house we were parked in front of comes out.  And then, Uncle Rehan comes by in his van. He jumps out and they both ask the owner if we could put the car in their driveway until church was done. The kind person said yes and we gave Uncle John the keys so he could drive our car into the driveway. But the wheels are super screwed up. The kind owner goes over and pushes the car and the car is finally in the driveway.  We get a ride to church with Uncle John and he's praying the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my church. I've never seen a group of more loving people in my entire life. When i'm with them i don't miss the family i haven't see in more than six years.  The sadness of not having a permanent father like everyone goes away as i recieve my church family's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church and a lot of comforting words from friends like Tynes, Tracy, Jenis, Beni and many others, Alex takes us back to the car to call the towing company and figure out details. God bless him. We were there from around 2- 4 waiting for the tow to arrive. And in that time we had had Pastor Jagpal and his family drop by twice. The second time with food and drink. Delicious food i might add. The tow comes and Alex finally drops us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, my mother saw one of the many reasons why i'm so dedicated to PMC. She experienced the love that I've experienced for the past couple of years.  From Uncle John and Uncle Rehan assisting us in the beginning, to Alex giving us a ride, to Pastor Jagpal bring lunch, and the several people in the church who gave us phone numbers tell us to phone them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home and i check my email and Hanz, my lil sis, had sent me an email. Suffice it to say the poor gurl was worried i was hurt. She told me to read Psalm 91.  I did. I read it aloud and with every verse i read, calmness, assurance, love, security  swept over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Falling on my knees in worship&lt;br /&gt;Giving all i am to seek your face&lt;br /&gt;Lord i am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life i place in your hands&lt;br /&gt;God of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Humbled i bow down&lt;br /&gt;In your presence, at your throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called&lt;br /&gt;You answered&lt;br /&gt;And came to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;And i want to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In my world&lt;br /&gt;Be lifted high&lt;br /&gt;In our Love&lt;br /&gt;Belifted high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a song that was in my heart. It's called Came to my Rescue and it's sung by Hillsongs United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearning for more of Christ,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115855611031830803?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115855611031830803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115855611031830803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115855611031830803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115855611031830803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/09/saved-by-grace.html' title='SAVED BY GRACE'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115827365773087578</id><published>2006-09-14T15:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:42:05.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aimless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-So my first class was supposed to start at 2. I get to class and find out that it's been cancelled! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So i'm all set to go to the library and doze off and then I saw Chris(in my geog class). First we went to the Lounge where i saw Jenis with a strange guy. Whew that gurl just talks to anyone and everyone!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Chris is at the moment serious annoying me with his games.....as if i don't get that at home with my bro! we're in teh computer lab doing absolutely nothing. Well we first walked around the entire freaking campus for like an hour.  Finally came in the comp lab where he playes his inane games and i do my bloggin..... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- I now have two mallus in two of my classes...Rohan in calculus, and Chris in Geog....lol us mallus are gonna take over this college one day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-can't wait to go to tynes house tonite....i need a break!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Holy Spirit convention this weekend. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- Worship practice this sat at 1 pm. Worship team ya'll better be there! We'll have our first performance as a team that night for the prayer meeting.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;- i'm off to change my password now that Chris has seen it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115827365773087578?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115827365773087578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115827365773087578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115827365773087578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115827365773087578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/09/aimless.html' title='Aimless'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115827360371363379</id><published>2006-09-14T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:40:03.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a loser. ~~~&lt;br&gt;I don't what I am talking about.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115827360371363379?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115827360371363379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115827360371363379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115827360371363379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115827360371363379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-loser.html' title=''/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115810017248760671</id><published>2006-09-12T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T22:29:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutest baby ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;Yea Shereen FINALLY popped that kid out! lol jk!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;lol i was showing my mom pics of Ameya( the new baby), and she was like &amp;quot; ARE U SURE THAT'S THEIR CHILD?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;That kid is soo white! Even Debbie said HER kids weren't that white when they were born! And Deb IS white! ...LOL &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;So Ameya was born at like 2:16 on Sunday. Everyone practically rushed to the hospital after church. And NO ONE could pay attention in church cuz everyone was wondering how Shereen was.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;We stayed at the hospital till like 9:30 and then we had to leave cuz visiting hours were over&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;I didn't want to hold Ameya cuz she's soo small! like relii small! But after every single person was like &amp;quot;OMG SIMI JUST HOLD THE KID&amp;quot; , i sat down and held Ameya. SHE IS SOO PRECIOUS!&amp;nbsp; i was like in freaKing awe!&amp;nbsp; i mean...that baby was just in Shereen's tummy a couple hours ago! wow &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;CONGRATS TO THE ENTIRE GARSTIN AND SHARIF HOUSEHOLD!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;lol i can just imagine the amount of people waiting in line to hold her at church...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #666666" face="courier new,monospace" color="#ff99ff" size="4"&gt;in awe of creation,&lt;br&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115810017248760671?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115810017248760671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115810017248760671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115810017248760671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115810017248760671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/09/cutest-baby-ever.html' title='Cutest baby ever!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115750376242390579</id><published>2006-09-05T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T17:51:41.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of skool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I love Kwantlen! yaaaaa Eagles all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-totally bored. i now randomly go on people's blogs and find something to say. My classes ended early today so...i'm just sitting in the computer lab doing absolutely nothing...well i'm writing this so i guess i'm doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It takes me a bloody hour to get to skool! It's totally riduculous. It would take like 15 min by car but nooooooo Transist has not take forever. And here's another thing i'm p-ed off about. I got an adult transit pass for $70 becuz the lady said that University kids can't take student passes. And then Jenis sees my pass and asks me why i got an adult one. SHE PAID $40 for her student pass! Arrgh wut a waste of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like my Crim class. The teacher is Spanish and i have the hardest time understanding wut on earth she's saying. It totally takes up all my concentration trying to understand her. But at least i won't get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm not too into my Geography class. Kept yawning the entire time. The atmosphere blah blah pressure blah blah....yup totaly went out the other ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Looking forward to Calulus and Comp Science classes tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had an awesome weekend. Last Friday went to PMC Church for the prayer meeting. Wow. Honestly wow. The service officially ended at 9:30 but we stayed till midnight cuz no one wanted to leave. It was only around 10 of us in the end. And wow the prescence of God was so strong there. I could barely stand up straight. A whole bunch of kids got filled with the Holy Spirit and started speaking in tongues. It was wicked! I was just standing there praising God and i look down and like 8 kids had fallen on the floor and were praising God. I tell you my heart just filled with joy watching some of the kids i teach and see all the time praising God! LOVedddd it!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for this friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Last Sat my mom took me to Kwantlen by Transit so i'd know my bus routes. 3 buses is brutal! Well acutaly i quite like transit. You meet the coolest and weirdest people there. My mom and i got separated and i sat next to a guy in his late forties. And he just started talking to me. I know he has a good for nothing stepson age 29, a wife who will love the fact that he's getting home early and he has beans in his pocket to barbeque. I got outta the bus and my mom's like "u made a friend on the bus?" And i'm like " yup! he's my best friend" My mom got just a teeny bit freaked out by that...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday was awesome as usual. Took pics of our Worship team after church which was surprisingly fun. After that hung out at Burger King with Sher &amp; Rob, Alex &amp;amp; Wilson, P.Jagpal &amp; Ada , Naomi and my bro. After that went home, had some corn on the cob and went and played some bolleyball for 3 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monday i wasted the day away and then went to worship practice and then went out to Wendy's with Sher &amp;amp;amp; Rob, Alex &amp;amp; Wilson, and Aaroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deeper Walk worship practice is on for today. Hopefuly everyone comes out and we have a wicked time playing together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored!&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115750376242390579?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115750376242390579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115750376242390579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115750376242390579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115750376242390579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/09/1st-day-of-skool.html' title='1st day of skool'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115687425139139528</id><published>2006-08-29T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:14:48.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"You don't have to worry, and don't u be afraid. Joy comes in the morning, troubles they don't last always"&lt;br /&gt;Just watched the &lt;a href="http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=7138734939161980464"&gt;KCF Making Memories Video&lt;/a&gt; again and now the song is stuck in my head. Gotta give propz to Beni, Priya and Ammu for working on it till late in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Since the last time i wrote a lot has happened. Too much to write about...but here are the highlights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- School ended..yippee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Climbed a mountain with KCF youth. Absolutely loved it. I was kinda expecting some kind of physical pain the next day after my lil sis Hanz freaked me out telling me how HARD it is. Well given it was quite challenging considering climbing mountains isn't what i normally do in my spare time but i liked it. Woke up the next morning totally refreshed and ready to go another round with Mr. Grouse. Maybe i'll go next time with PMC young adults.....or maybe not....i can just imgaine Davinder, Alex and Rohaib with a running commentary the entire climb. I might feel my violent tendencies come out and...o the possiblities..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Sachi BBQ went super well. Everyone had an awesome time. The water fight was awesome. hehe all the lil kids had it in for Davinder and Beni after they went after the kids with huge water guns...o and good food:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been playing volleball regularly every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday. I love it! I can actually serve good now! hehe. My life revolves around Volleyball ...no joke. I'l schedule everthing around it ....never missed even one game since it started in june...except the one right before my provincials...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lol went driving with my mom yesterday for like 3 hours and my left arm is super tanned with a tan line from my shirt. It quite funny to look like.....white on the top and super brown on the bottom...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- PMC had the youth sunday last week. It went really well. Sarvesh lead the service with Annie translating. Excellent job kids! I lead English varsihip and broke my voice going all out on the first song itself...clever simi. Anita lead punjabi varship(she's got a gorgeous voice!) , Davinder gave the word of God. It was realli relli good. And half the time i felt i was sitting in comedy central rather than church. Dav had some pretty funny lines there. After church we had Sunday School teachers meeting. we had pizza as usual..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My summer is has just been full of volleyball, going to people's houses and lounging around doing nothing, church, worship practice, volleyball, and more volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going bak to skool a week from now. Kinda excited ...but kinda not. It's going to be different not seeing the exact same faces that i've seen for five years in high school. No skating by just listening to the teachers....now i've actualy got to do some work! darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DW worship practice is tonight. Hopefully everyone comes and we have a wicked time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;AU REVOIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115687425139139528?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115687425139139528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115687425139139528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115687425139139528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115687425139139528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-write.html' title='long time no write...'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115439547923126933</id><published>2006-07-31T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:50:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;yippee i'm 18 !! just one more year left and i can go clu......    umm i mean i can be an adult?..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Thurs was my b-day. But technichally wednesday was also my b-day cuz i was born in kuwait which means it's a day ahead over there which means my b-day started on wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So after skool wed, i'm lazing around the house and then Manju calls me and asks me if i wanna go to the fireworks. Well YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So we leave at 7 ish and get there 8ish and then we just walk around. I had my first gelatto ever and it was delicious! yummm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Then we get to the beach and....holy cow it was crowded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Being short, I get the bright idea to go stand by the fence in the bak so i can see everything. WRONG! People kept passing by! Finally the space got soo filled that people had to literally brush up against us as they went by! I'VE NEVER FELT SO VIOLATED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ahhh but the fireworks made up for all the claustrophobic space i had.....in between two guys....Great job Italiens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;After that we went to the Greek Restaurant on behalf of my b-day and had a late nite dinner. Nice food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I love vancouver! They actualy have a night life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Came bak home at like 1:30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-On my actual b-day, went to skool, and my friend Reesha gave me flowers. Heck that was embarrasing to walk around with flowers. But totally sweet of her as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lol she was actualy totally p-ed of with me...well everyone was cuz i wouldnt' tell anyone when my b-day was cuz i didn't wanna make a big deal out of it. So i told some my b-day was on the sunday , and i told others my b-day as on the 17th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So that's me thinking o ya good job Sim u totally fooled everyone. No one knows it's just b-day. u can just enjoy it urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my bro comes and tells me theres volleyball tonite. I say bye to everyone i'm talkling to on msn and rush out the door with my bro right behind me. Now this is weird. My bro NEVER waits for me. like NEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i get to the park and the guyz are setting up. There's the usual crowd of Alex, Ryan, Asher, Angela, some people i had just met, hanz and i'm sure i'm missing a whole buncha other peeps. So we're playing and i'm having fun and then.....a van pulls up and out comes Beni, Niki, and Ammukutty(or Aloo Gobi as she is known in our volleyball group). Hannah comes up and gives me a big hug and says "did u think i forgot ur b-day"? And then they all sang me happy b-day in teh park!! itwas sooo sweet! AAAAAAAAWWWWWWW thanx you guyz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So the three gurls join it and volleyball became even more fun. Beni was surprisingly good. Niki need a freaking duct tape..actually so did those other two gurls.....gosh they would not pay attention to the game! i had an awesome birthday. Volleyball just made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Friday i went over to Beni's and stayed the night. Went to bed at our usual time of 3....and woke up at 11. Spent the entire morning and afternoon doing absolutely nothing and totally loving it....and Sutha aunty's pasta as usual...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Went to church and after church, NIGHT MARKET! BALLE BALLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200510907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200510907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200080869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200080869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200420900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200420900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200380898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200380898.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200520908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200520908.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200500906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200500906.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200490905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200490905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200350895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200350895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200340894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200340894.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200020863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200020863.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200310891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200310891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200330893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200330893.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;  -Came bak home at 1:30 ish and dropped on the floor to sleep at 2 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Next morn at church our PMC soccer team recieved their trophies for winning the British Columbia Christian Soccer League(BCCSL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/NMandPMCSoccer%200600916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/NMandPMCSoccer%200600916.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(the only half decent pic of Beni and i. I'm usualy tempted to make some kind of weird face...lol. And rite behind us is our beautiful church...lol..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;- went to Wendy's after church. Then came home and watched TV. Then went and played volleyball at the park for 4 hours. Asher twisted his ankle at the game and apparently won't be able to play for like 4-6 weeks. Who's gonna cover me now? Darn i'll acutally have to do some work on the court now...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;can't wait for the SACHI bbq this sat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115439547923126933?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115439547923126933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115439547923126933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115439547923126933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115439547923126933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-weekend.html' title='Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115319102649002492</id><published>2006-07-17T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:01:23.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Camp 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;-How'd I know something was gonna happen at Camp? Cuz we got pulled over by the cops right when we entered the campsite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Every time God was gonna do something great, we've been pulled over by cops. First time was the first Deeper Walk when Ben drove me to Richmond. Second was on the way to Portland. Last friday was the third time. Thank God we didn't get a ticket. Just a notice to get the headlight fixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- I cannot believe the things that happened this year at camp. I told my mom all the events and she said "wow u had an adventurous camp". That's an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;It was a camp that challenged faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; It was a camp that brought us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-This entire weekend my niece Divya and i have been singing the Backstreet Boys songs "Quit playing games with my heart". It was hilarious! We would just randomly go up to any person in the camp and start singing to them. The funniest was when we gave each other 'looks' and in unison turn to Sarvesh and start singing it at the beach. He just started walking away. And then i'm like point towards him and and my heart and singing" SARVESH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; QUIT PLAYING GAMES WITH MY HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;" . Snap he was SO embarrased....it was hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Impossible as it may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But I wish I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So bad, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Before you tear us apart (with my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I should've know from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You know you've gotta stop (from my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;You're tearing us apart (my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Saturday was the main day. It was the day of everything. We had a scavenger hunt after breakfast in which teams were picked and we raced to find the clues and answers. Well our team was the only one racing. Which was prolly why we were 1st place! My team was the Jeet family(Sarvesh and his family), Divya, &amp; us Johnsons. After we had all the clues and everything we're running bak to camp. There i am running full out and the next second there i am on the ground curled up in pain. I had tripped over a wire holding the tent down. I was down for llike 10 min it seemed to me. I'd fallen on my left arm and right leg. I couldn't even talk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I was talking huge breaths as if the pain would be exhaled along with the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Finally Jenis's dad took my leg and stretched it out and slowly helped me stand. I was bleeding but not that much....but it hurt soooo darn much. Limped bak to camp and go bandaged up and walked around the rest of the weekend trying to suck it up and not limp....dont' think i was very successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-Later on that afternoon, we went to Harrison Springs and I forced Jenis to go into the water with me. It was chilling! I spent more than an hour playing with Thomas,Christina, and Marcus. They started the splashing! Finaly after being completely drenched in my Deeper Walk shirt and gray jeans, I went back up to where our peeps were playing volleyball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; After we get kicked out cuz we were playing on private property&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, we head out to look for another place to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;As we're walking on the sandy beach, Div and i start singing "Quit playing games with my heart" to Hanz cuz we know it annoys her...and we live to annoy Hannah..hehe. Next thing we know, Div isn't right beside be but behind me layin on the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;She's tripped over a ditch and sprained her ankle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; After a few tears from both of us, Alex drives us bak to camp. Div is all iced up and bandaged with an hour. Poor gurl....came to camp for fun and ended up getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-What happened later on that night was crzy. After worship, the dramas took place. They were absolutely hilarious. Some of the funny ones was the one where Rajan Uncle acted as Pharoah and said " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YO HOMEBOY. UR GONNA BE MY SLAVE FOREVA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"....lol. The other funny one was the HIGH 5 group. Lol Asher was like " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT'S GOING ON? THERE'S 8 PEOPLE. O I GUESS ONLY 5 OF THEM ARE HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;" ....lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After the fun dramas, Pastor Davinder took the stage to speak from the word of God. A few minutes into the message, his wife Debbie stands up with her youngest child Brandon and said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Davinder he's having a seizure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;". The moment those traumatizing words left her mouth, I started speaking in tongues. Around me I heard the other Chrisitians praying in tongues as well. Aunty Niki our nurse ran up. We called the ambulance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Brandon started vomiting. His lips turned blue. We prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. And we prayed. 911 told us to take the child to the front of the camp. They leave immediately with Alex and Aunty Trixie. After that was an amazing time of prayer and worship. Everyone standing, we all started praying. Some in the spirit , some out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; Praying for the life a bright young child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Tears running down my face I prayed. Then I started singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;IN THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE THE VICTORY&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;DEMONS WIL HAVE TO FLEE&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE CALL ON THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHO CAN STAND BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;IN THE MIGHTY NAME OF JESUS&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE THE VICTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Then Uncle Rehan started singing the Punjabi version of that. After a couple songs we went back to praying. After a while we stopped but prayers were still on our hearts. We were told to be normal and be in prayer. An hour or so later, we got a phonecall. Brandon was fine. The moment we were told that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;the thick blanket of tension upon us was lifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Laughter was back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I couldnt' go to sleep cuz i kept feeling the need to pray for Dav &amp; Deb. Hannah, Robin and myself waited up for Davinder,Deb, Brandon, Alex and Aunty Trixie to come back. The came at around 1: 45 a.m. Apparently Brandon had a high fever at 39.3 degrees and taht was what had caused the seizure. The next day, I know everyone's hearts were overjoyed at seeing Brandon running around camp being his usual cute self. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S NOT WHAT WE DID BUT WHAT BRANDON IS GOING TO DO THAT MADE THE DEVIL SO SCARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;".. said by Robin, these words struck so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-I learned the power of prayer this weekend. It was strong. It was powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-The next morning was our last at camp. We packed our tents and bags. Snap i felt sad. Jen drove us bak to the PMC house cuz our stuff was in Robin's truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-And then started THE MOST UNFAIREST water fight in the history of water fights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;So out comes Christina with a water gun and i'm like...o go shoot Divya. She's like no no i can't do that! So i take it from her. But since i didn't know how to work the darn thing, Thomas shoot Divya to show me how to. Divya does her ooing and aahing and then turns around points at Karan. So i give her the water gun and she goes over and shoots me. And then it turned nasty. Somehow he got a water gun. Then Divya bailed and for some insane reason he turned on me. Then Thomas handed over another water gun to Robin. And then another to his bro Justin. AND THEY ALL TURN ON ME!! And my back ups were Christina, Thomas and Marcus all of them ages 8 and below the youngest being 4 and all of them smaller than the three guys! And then i get the clever idea of using a pitcher of water. But that turned against be cuz Karan got a hold of it and TOTALLY DRENCHED ME! I of course &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;refusing to admit defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; , kept going bak and shooting the water gun.....but realli wat use is taht against a pitcher of water, and Robin coming right up to be and shooting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I run for protection to Karan's mom but that didn' do much good cuz he just came right up and poured the pitcher of water at my running back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And then!!!!! Debbie goes up to the balcony with a bucket of water and as Karan walks by right underneath her, she soaked him!! YAAAA! he totally was NOT expecting that! THANX DEB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M COMING OUT WITH WATER BALLOONS NEXT TIME BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-well.... thanx for the shower Rob and Karan. Totally appreciate it. After the water fight, i changed and got a ride back home with Rob. We stopped for slushies and then he dropped div and me home. Got home AT 6, sat in front of the TV and drank my slushie and then dropped into bed at 7 and slept for 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i loved this camping experience. As Aunty Anita said, you can't always have it easy. You've got to have hard time to appreciate the good. It's a test of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Peace out campers!&lt;br /&gt;~sim j~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115319102649002492?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115319102649002492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115319102649002492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115319102649002492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115319102649002492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/07/miracle-camp-06.html' title='Miracle Camp 06'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115190949674533670</id><published>2006-07-02T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:51:36.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volley ball craziness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-i have no idea what's going on but for some reason, our PMC young adults have been sooooo volleyball crazy! i think it started after we played volleyball at the PMC Picnic. Last week during my provincial time, they played friday,sat, sunday,wed and friday again.  I didn't go on sunday cuz i had a bio exam rite the next day and my mom woulda killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had a pretty cool weekend.&lt;br /&gt;- All the grads in our school got a free 2-day pass to get on transit. The expiry date was june 30 so we went on that exact day. I went with Aman, Prabh, and Mandy. We had an excellend time together. ANddddd i went on the Seabus for the verry first time! it was wicked. We have plans in the making to go on the ferry to Victoria and just roam around. ooooooo and a cruise sometime later!&lt;br /&gt;-after the day trip on transit with the girls, i went home and then picked my bro from work, went bak home, changed, and went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday was CANADA DAY! It was hot! Reached the church grounds at 10:00 a.m and started setting up. Helped Alex with marble toes yet again this year. Wow those kids kept coming bak!&lt;br /&gt;-hannah came bak home with me at 7:00 p.m after we helped clean up.  Went to the park later and played volley ball with alex, my bro, hanz, davinder and debbie while Kam,Rohaib and Shereen enjoyed the dust kicked up by our feet as they sat on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday. It was super hard to wake up this morning. Went to church and came bak home and feel right into bed. Woke up at 7:00 p.m and went to the park at 7:30 to play volleyball. I had a super fun time. I met a whole buncha new peeps like Peter-Randy's bro, Charlotte &amp;amp; Ryan and some other guyz who's names i forgot. Came bak home 10:15 ish cuz it got so dark that i couldnt' see anything and the mosquitoes were attacking Rohaibs newly balded head....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School starts again for me day after tommorow(tuesday). Totally not looking forward to waking up early and going to class at 8:30 am and coming bak at 3:30 p.m. That half my day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PMC Warriors won the last game so now we're in the playoffs and we have another game tommorrow nite. I intend to go out with tamborines ringing in support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yaaay i'm going to PMC Family Camp. Totaly excited for that. Hope we do the late nite poker thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired so i'm outts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball newbie,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115190949674533670?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115190949674533670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115190949674533670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115190949674533670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115190949674533670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/07/volley-ball-craziness_02.html' title='Volley ball craziness'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115087497030939486</id><published>2006-06-21T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:29:30.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11160775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11160775.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11150774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11150774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-boy(breaker boy)Victor, Me, Prabh, Aman, Alisa&lt;br /&gt;darn i wish Louis(person taking the pic) would hold the freaking camera without shaking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11300788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11300788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning out our lockers....ahh i'mma miss having all my friends having a row of lockers all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11170776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11170776.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time my niece Divya and i will ever be in school together. Wow i've been there since that girl came to my school as a grade eighter....whew long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11210780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11210780.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend Aman all through out high school. Don't know what i woulda done without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-today was my last day of high school.&lt;br /&gt;-wow...bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;-still haven't come to grips with the idea that i won't be seeing the same faces i've been seeing for the past 5 years...some even since elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the FPSS Grad class of 06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FPSS Graduate,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115087497030939486?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115087497030939486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115087497030939486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115087497030939486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115087497030939486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/06/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-115087291489623814</id><published>2006-06-20T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:16:23.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fun</title><content type='html'>I had a pretttty awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;-Friday spent 5 hours at the mall with my bf Aman doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday morn, i went to Centenniel Beach where we had our PMC Picnic. TOtal fun! I played volleyball most of the time and it was ridiculously fun. Sand, insults, jokes, more insults, sand and even more insults were thrown over the nets. i love how u can insult someone and they don't even feel bad! We've got some even tempered people over at PMC...lol&lt;br /&gt;-Sat night went to KCF after a lonnnnng time and sat back and watched my gurlz lead:Ben,Ammu,Niki,Tracy. They did an awesome job. We also did our little Father's Day Presentation which i thought went realllly well. The kids all did an awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday morn went to church-fun as usual....especiall the punjabi worship...oooooooooya&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday night went to Beni's for the Father's Day meeting and for NIKI'S B-DAY! HAPPY B-DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/nik_%20nima_me_ammu0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/nik_%20nima_me_ammu0795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/eating%20outside%20at%20bens0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/eating%20outside%20at%20bens0793.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/niki%20and%20i%20runing%20pics0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/niki%20and%20i%20runing%20pics0796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/me%20and%20nima0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/me%20and%20nima0794.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/aunty_ammu_me_nik0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/aunty_ammu_me_nik0792.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;UMM I'M PRETTY SURE WE'RE SINGING HERE... AND NOT JUST OPENING OUR MOUTHS TO WELCOME FLIES....LOL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next day went to skool, got our yearbooks and got them signed&lt;br /&gt;-Came home and went to practice which was RIDICULOUSLY FUN! lol we played a prank on Rohaib-masterminded by the one and only Alex Mathews of course. So for the past week, Alex has been going to Rohaib's house at 1 am in the morning every single day, and leaving KRISH movie posters on Rohaib and Aroon's car windshields. Of course Rohaib vowed to beat up whoever did that. Aaroon apparently even ran around the street looking to catch the offender. The funniest part was when Aunty Anita came to the house and saw KRISH posters and she was like "hmm i didnt' know u guyz liked that movie". And Rohaib HATES that movie...lol&lt;br /&gt;alright i won't keep u in suspense any longer. While we were in practice, Alex was outside with Ansa and Sarah decorating Rohaib's car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10840753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10840753.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10830752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10830752.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10960763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10960763.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10810750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10810750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10850754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10850754.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10820751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10820751.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed....the car was taped with styrofoam cups..&lt;br /&gt;- Suprisingly, Rohaib was an awesome sport about the entire thing. I even have his reaction on video...lol&lt;br /&gt;-Well after that we had to show his parents all of this. So we head over to his house. Our goes Rohaib first in his KRISH MOBILE followed by Sheema's car, then Alex's car , and then final Cherry's car in which i was sitting. The entire time we honked! It was like a domino effect. If one person honked in the line, the rest would have to follow. Lol....add to the fact that Rohaib had his blinkers on , and Wilson had his window down and was yelling "Krish me Roahib", we were an eye catching proceesion.&lt;br /&gt;-We reach the Garstin home to honking and Uncle Rehan and the Sarvesh's dad and mom are already there. As well as Pastor Subhash. Everyone comes out and enjoyes the view and even laughs about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN10980764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN10980764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of course my bro, wilson and alex stayed behind to help clean it up...it was their civil duty...lo&lt;br /&gt;-but Cherry, me, Sheema and Sarah headed over to the PMC Warriors soccer game. We bought along a tabla which Cherry(who is Philipino but is totaly dipper) played expertedly(sarcasm would be known here to the people who were there). We won 6-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/FSCN11120772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/FSCN11120772.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN11010765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN11010765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/FSCN11130773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/FSCN11130773.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're last game is next monday against SACRED HEART so we intend to go out with more tamborines and tablas...fuN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-115087291489623814?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/115087291489623814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=115087291489623814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115087291489623814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/115087291489623814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/06/fun.html' title='the fun'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114963341339838341</id><published>2006-06-06T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:32:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad 06 !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSC021690702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSC021690702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GRAD O6 !!  YA BABY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-wow Grad's done and i don'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t even quite remember it!!&lt;br /&gt;-FuN!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A million thanx to Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ereen and Sheema who got me ready for Grad. I love you guyz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-We went in a Lincoln Navigator. Snap!! it was soo nice! We screamed the entire time in the limo and people outside were staring at us...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;-omg i almost forgot. K so we arrive at the Fairmont Waterfront Hotel and we're taking pics outside. Then this lady comes up and she asks us if we would like her to take the pics. HOLY CRAP. DO U KNOW WHO THAT PERSON WAS???? It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;was Victoria Rowell from the Young and the Restless. She plays Drucilla. She was also in the series Diagnosis Murder. Omg i sooo freaking love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So i hand over the camera and i didnt' say anything cuz i wasnt' sure. She takes the picture and she wishes us a happy Grad. I turn around to my friend Kim and i say:&lt;br /&gt;"ummm ....Kim? she looked familiar...s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;o dont' think i'm kooky but....was that Victoria Rowell?"&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me and then i look at her and then we look at each other and we start screaming. Crap i soooo shoulda asked her if she was who i thought she was and told her to freaking sign me an autograph !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;So getting my pic taken by a celebrity totally brightened my already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bright day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN06720630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN06720630.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- The food wasn't all that great. And i thought the buffet was gonna be open all night! but since it wasnt', i had no choice but to occupy myself with something else.....DANCING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So for the first time in my life, I danced. And oomg it was so fun. Well my feet hurt like heck but it was still so fun! I of course tried to ignore the grinding going on but it was quite hard to when everyone was doing it. i mean...EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN06750633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN06750633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Saw a different side of all my friends. Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ryone totally loosened up on the dance floor. EVEN ME! lol . Finally my feet hurt way too much from dancing. Thus, i took my heels off and danced barefoot. thank heavens i wasnt' the only one. The most memorable part of dancing was when the brown song came on, and the upna guyz lifted my socials teacher off the floor and he was doing the petting the dog and turning the lightbulb thing. It was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The dancing stopped at midnight and we packed up our stuff to go to the after party or better known as the Dry Grad. The theme was Hollywood Ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;travaganza. Then parents did a marvelous job with the decorations. We w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alked into the school on a red carpet with paparrazi clicking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-I got a tatto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN07110666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN07110666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was too tired to do anything so my friends and i went into the movie room and lay down to watch 'Fun with Dick and Jane'. I dozed in and out of conciousness for an hour after which i was awoken by my friends who said they were leaving. Not wanting to be sleeping with people i don't know, i left with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i got a $50 gift card for ticketmaster that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;immediately gave to my friend Elisa(considering i dont' relli go to concerts), and a Reflex shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-It was quite funny watching all of my friends walking around half asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN07070662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN07070662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Came home at 6:30 a.m and went to bed half hour later. Didnt' go to PMC cuz my mom took my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next day was commencement. wow....long and boring would sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN07740681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN07740681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats  Grads of 06! one of the most memorable weekends of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSC021950710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSC021950710.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114963341339838341?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114963341339838341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114963341339838341&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114963341339838341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114963341339838341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/06/grad-06.html' title='Grad 06 !!!!!!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114894198763814675</id><published>2006-05-29T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:47:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03650214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03650214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when ur trying to eat and Hannah has control of your camera...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN02990151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN02990151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday girl hannah, me, and jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03830232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03830232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right: dad, sam, ammu,lil alan, neil, beni, allan, me, niki, and the one with the welcoming open arms in Pastor Jagpal...and yes he is relli tall...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03120163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03120163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Anita, me, and Cherry........and yes Beni doesn't take clear pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03640213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03640213.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday School team of helpers and teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03780227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03780227.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my arm choking Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN01790044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN01790044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jennis, jenifa, and mogna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03860235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03860235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, hannah, and niki......(just caught niki at a bad moment there....she's not usually in the habit of looking like she had a drink of u know what.....luv u niki...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03840233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03840233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niki, ammu and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN01760041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN01760041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN03790228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN03790228.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beni , ammu, me , niki and the kid on the bottom is the famous Jonathan( and no Jonathan of course we would NEVER give u rabbit ears ...i mean us?????.....ahah lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMC Convention&lt;br /&gt;was amazzzzzzzing!&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;reali...i mean WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembering the good times,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114894198763814675?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114894198763814675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114894198763814675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114894198763814675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114894198763814675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/05/awesome-convention.html' title='Awesome convention'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114849474961380829</id><published>2006-05-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:24:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming PMC Convention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 2 days our annual PMC convention starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAKING OUT !!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday was essentially our last day to practice songs for the convention. And wow it was a long practice. Initally it was set for 7-10. One hour in the beginning for english and the rest for punjabi practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I left home at 6:45 p.m and came back home at 12:20 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People were kinda drizzling away back home little by little. In the very end, it was just Cherry, Wilson, me and my bro, and mogna. It was actually quite funny to see how tired we all were. Especially Cherry. We were practicing How Great is our God and before that How Great Thou Art(the hip version of course). When we wanted to practice How Great is our God, Cherry's suggestion to practice that came out as " Lets try How Great is Thou Art" But wow it sounded super good when we sang it. Cherry was doing the melody and i was the harmony. I told Mogna to take a video of us so we can see how did. And i sooooo wish i knew how to put video's up on the internet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/FSCN0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/FSCN0068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got so bored i started taking pics of all the painting i did in my room....this is just one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/FSCN0068.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN0081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PMC practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Grad's up in less than 2 weeks and my dad's been making so many delicious foods......how am i supposed to get in shape?????? He's been making biryani, kabab, fruit salads and what not....how can i resist such temptation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- So get this. My parents are annoyed with me cuz i didn't tell them about Dry Grad. Apparently they woulda let me stay out all night if i'd told them about it. But nooooooo i had to consider the fact that we have to be conservative with money and amma wouldn't let me go anyways and.......argh! stupid me! shoulda just told them! now i don't have a ride to get back from Grad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Going to Grad in a limo.....yea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-PMC CONVENTION WEBSITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.forministry.com/CABCPAOCAPMC1/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/DSCN0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/320/DSCN0084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my little friend Jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;~sim j~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114849474961380829?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114849474961380829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114849474961380829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114849474961380829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114849474961380829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/05/upcoming-pmc-convention.html' title='Upcoming PMC Convention'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114816898814987370</id><published>2006-05-20T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:49:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapointed</title><content type='html'>"Friendship is a strong thread that can never be broken".&lt;br /&gt;Reallly? Then how do friendships that lasted 4 years just suddenly come to an end in a matter of 3 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the drama of high school. I'm tired of people who want to become your friends for wrong reasons. I'm just sick of the everyday theatre at school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find any enthusiasm for Grad anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides school, all is fine............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our PMC Warriors won the last game 7-2. It was excellent work. It kinda looked like they were barely playing...ya they're too good to put any effort.&lt;br /&gt;-PMC convention's coming up and there's sooooo much to be done!&lt;br /&gt;-My daddy's home!&lt;br /&gt;-got a new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally going to KCF tonite so ..laterz!&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114816898814987370?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114816898814987370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114816898814987370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114816898814987370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114816898814987370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/05/dissapointed.html' title='dissapointed'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114728637369669593</id><published>2006-05-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:42:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chak de</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CHAKE DE PHOTAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.bccsl.org/TSSS/31024.htm"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Warriors alllll tha way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well our soccer team tied with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.bccsl.org/TSSS/31023.htm"&gt;North Langley A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  3-3 last monday. It was the first game I'd seen our team play. And wow we're pretty good. ...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cherry bought some fruits and we basically gobbled it up cuz we were soo hungry. And it was blooming cold! And Cherry's mom was wearing sandals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So the cheering crowd for our team consisted of cherry, her mom, me, mogna, and wilson. We cheered like there was no tommorrow. I even started singing IN THE NAME OF JESUS , IN THE NAME OF JESUS, WE HAVE THE VICTORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and then wilson would yell: PMC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and then i would reply:        WARRIORS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;became a routine after a while along with CHAKE DE PHOTAY!(just means go faster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;we have plans of bringing musical insturments to the next game. Apparently Cherry will bring the DHOL, and i of course will bring my two tamborines. I'd bring my guitar but i'd be too scared that i'd smack it around in excitement when our team scores...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-i'm kinda sorta kinda bored with only two classes.....i'm home most often...but i like it..totally relaxing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-i'm also excited for our next Deeper Walk after hearing all the ideas yesterday at the UNITED meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-can't wait for our PMC convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- yippee i can graduate now that i'm done my CAPP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;#@%&amp;*&amp;amp;amp;amp;*%&amp;_^&amp;amp;*)^&amp;*%*U(*()_&amp;amp;**^&amp;*%^&amp;amp;$^^*(&amp;amp;()*^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114728637369669593?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114728637369669593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114728637369669593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114728637369669593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114728637369669593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/05/chak-de.html' title='Chak de'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114689817728675657</id><published>2006-05-05T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:07:24.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my need for speed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/ford-cobra.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extreme need for speed, even when you're not in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;And while your flying by, you don't want to look like every other car on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/what2007carshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What 2007 Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya baby that's me all tha way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;k now while the above is true, the following however is not:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Las Vegas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/las-vegas.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild and uninhibited, you enjoy all of life's vices.&lt;br /&gt;You're a total hedonist, especially with sex, gambling, and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;You shine brightly every night, but you do the ultimate walk of shame each morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Las Vegas residents: Wayne Newton, Howard Hughes, Penn &amp; Teller, Siegfried &amp;amp; Roy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatamericancityareyouquiz/"&gt;What American City Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;And truthfully,  i am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a pretty hardcore tomboy, and a very free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Gender roles be dammed, you like to do things your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-i can't believe i spent like two hours roaming http://www.blogthings.com   !! It is sooo distracting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Besides that, horraayyyy i'm done with calculus!!!!! So now i only have 2 CLASSES! so i basically go to school for 2 and a half hours! ahh the joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Our PMC convention is coming up so i'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sher and i are going grad dress shopping on sunday. All are invited...heehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'm sleepy so imma head to bed and read a book and dream about Europe(i've been having a craving to go to Europe for a while now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;~sim j~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114689817728675657?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114689817728675657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114689817728675657&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114689817728675657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114689817728675657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-need-for-speed.html' title='my need for speed!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114558400610831925</id><published>2006-04-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:52:07.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A Generation Awakens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Here's a movie I would totally recommend everyone to see. It's probably one of the best Indian movies I've seen in the longest time. Here's a story that goes beyond the normal Bollywood romance. I watched this movie with my niece Divya upon her friend's suggestion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;At first i thought...what's going on? what kind of movie is this? what a waste of money!....but it was not what i first appeared to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;i left Divya's house inspired, tears in my eyes and thoughtful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"I always thought there were two kinds of people in this world, the kind that go to their death screaming, and the kind that go to their death silently, and then, I met the third kind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This was a movie about the third kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;It brought to me the pride i used to  have in my country. The songs in the movie are awesome. And the guitar in the songs, sound awesome! Especally the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roobaroo Roshani'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an amazing movie about Indian Independence and our revolutionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts out light hearted.....but then we see the seriousness of the movie revealing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the movie Divya and I couldn't even speak. Of course we had my nephews butting in with questions like" where's the body?"...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i had a hard time swallowing the fact that one of the lead roles was given to a Caucasian girl who was speaking hindi. It kinda turned me off from the movie in the beginning...but....ahhhhhh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love this movie&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! i absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't speak or understand Hind,  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rang De Basanti&lt;/span&gt; means The&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colors of Fire/Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHat on earth am i doing on this computer!? I've got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bio midterm, Calculus  Quiz, and a Math Quiz&lt;/span&gt; tommorrow! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Indian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIM J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114558400610831925?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114558400610831925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114558400610831925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114558400610831925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114558400610831925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/04/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114530465767418924</id><published>2006-04-17T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:10:57.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years for a freaking deer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;what on earth is going on with the justice system in India? I'm so freaking confuzzled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;"Bollywood movie star Salman Khan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was sentenced last Monday to five years in prison for poaching a rare buck in a desert wildlife preserve in 1998"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It took 8 years to  convict him for the death of a deer???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The poaching incident occurred eight years ago when he along with other people allegedly drove into the Thar desert to shoot deer while on a break from filming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Salman Khan is also on trial in a separate case in Bombay for a 2002 traffic accident that killed a man and injured three others sleeping on a Bombay sidewalk when Khan's car allegedly hit them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait wait! let me see if i get this right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Salman Khan is convicted after 8 years for the killing of a deer but he still isnt' in jail for manslaugter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;well apparently Mr. Khan is out on bail now and back to filming movies and doing bollywood stuf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;jolly good for him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;still puzzled over the importance of a deer over a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114530465767418924?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114530465767418924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114530465767418924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114530465767418924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114530465767418924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-years-for-freaking-deer.html' title='5 years for a freaking deer!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114489259451226023</id><published>2006-04-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T17:22:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Johnson? say what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;So funny thing happened yesterday when i pulled my bro along to go to Safeway and get some food to eat. At the cashier's we load everything onto the rolling-black-thingy and the lady is relli nice. O she also looked like Lindsay Lohan. Except a more G-rated version of her...lol. Then my bro signs his credit card reciept and as we are leaving, the lady calls out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have a good day Mr and Mrs. Johnson! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I could not stop laughin! The lady thought my bro was my husband!!!!!ahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okay yes a bit unnerving but still hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well I've had a pretty good week so far. No huge tests or anything...just the usual quizzes. Had a pretty fun weekend as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Saturday we had a good time at Ben's for her B-day.....lol ...'surprising' her was fun as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;On sunday, I finally watched the CHRONICLES OF NARNIA. I mean finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So here's how that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I come home from church and a rested my eyes cuz they were hurting. o btw i have a freaking pimple on my eye! excessive oil released by my glands apparently says my doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bak to the story, so i went and rested. But could i rest properly? No! of course not! The phone HAS to keep ringing. But of course, me being my usual lazy self, refused to pick up the phone. But finally of course i gave in. I picked it up and was greeted by.............HANNAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hanz: Hey sim, what're u doing rite now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Ummm....i was ...just ..resting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hanz: So ur not doing anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: well...i guess not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hanz: Come over to Alex's and we'll watch Chronicles of Narnia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: well...i dont' relli have a ride...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hanz: we'll come pick u up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So i call my bro who's at the surrey mallu church, and i tell him to come home. Five minutes later, i go to the door , i open it, and waiting there is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HANNAH, ROHAIB, ANSA, SHEREEN, WILSON, ALEX, JENIS, SARVESH, P DIDDY(or Pastor Davinder), AND MANDEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ON MY DOORSTEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm like...uh...did u ALL come to pick me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Say simi....umm do u mind if we watch Narnia here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And thus is how the viewing of Narnia came about. Of course we had a running commentary throughout the movie by P Diddy, Rohaib, Alex and Wilson but hey lets just say that by the end of the movie, i had aquired the special skill of blocking out their voices....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; loved Narnia! It's probably one the of the best movies i've seen in a long time! And it's clean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Can't wait for Part 2 to come out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;yeaaaaa five day weekend coming up!...hmmm...what to do with my spare time?  ahaha wut a silly question! OBVIOUSLY SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;loving my unpredictable life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Mrs. Johnson...heheheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114489259451226023?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114489259451226023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114489259451226023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114489259451226023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114489259451226023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/04/mr-mrs-johnson-say-what.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Johnson? say what?'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114299192307614972</id><published>2006-03-21T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:48:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DW</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to write anything new so I just copied my post from xanga  and placed it on here....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;The first Deeper Walk of the year went really well. Met a lot of new people, amazing singers, and had an awesome time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; The past week was pretty hard for me. My aunt passed away last sunday morning. It's been hectic since then. I dropped my mom off at the airport and it was surprisingly hard to see her walk towards the doors. Two days after she left Deeper Walk began. Although tired, I had fun. At least i wasn't the only sleep deprived person there. Beni and I were equally 'out of it' most of the time. The worst was saturday when i would laugh for absolutely no reason at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; Now i'm home alone with my bro for a whole month. And already the house looks like a tornado victim. There's piles of dishes in the sink, stuff all over the floor, a broken bed, and so many more disasters just waiting to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; My left eye hurts like heck and i've had to wear glasses to school for the first time since grade 10. yup. had a lotta comments about how thick my glasses are. WELL DUH! I AM LEGALLY BLIND YOU FREAKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt; I still feel like i'm sleepwalking. I just want to sleep in! Thats all i want! Well....that's not ALL i want...but...for now that will do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;  missing my mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;  ~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114299192307614972?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114299192307614972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114299192307614972&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114299192307614972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114299192307614972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/03/dw.html' title='DW'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114221246663572774</id><published>2006-03-12T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:22:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired....sad....&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yearning for souls&lt;/span&gt;.....missing...scared.....worried..... in need of faith....but at the same time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;full of faith&lt;/span&gt;.......what else is Satan going to do to block another beginning, another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;revival&lt;/span&gt;...another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;RIGHTEOUS REVOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;good thing that SATAN HAS ALREADY BEEN DEFEATED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the revolution,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114221246663572774?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114221246663572774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114221246663572774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114221246663572774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114221246663572774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114169690024385778</id><published>2006-03-06T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:01:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;too lazy to actually update.....but hey i'm still alive~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEEPER WALK ADVANCE 06 COMING UP NEXT THURSDAY!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114169690024385778?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114169690024385778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114169690024385778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114169690024385778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114169690024385778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy_06.html' title='lazy'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114058666815408898</id><published>2006-02-21T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:37:48.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;k for people who know me, they know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i absolutely LOVE Sutha aunty's pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And she brought some over today!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just feel so fulfilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend Sumi comes over, tired (from school and work) , and hungry. I just had to share the love so i divided the pasta between Sumi and Ammukutty(who was hungry as well....the smell of the pasta is enough to make anyone hungry)&lt;br /&gt;well....at least i still have Sutha aunty's BANANA BREAD!!!!!!!! hehe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another scene with my mom and to clear my head, my friend and i went running. I love running. Totallly clears my brain. Gives me a chance to talk to God even as i'm huffing and puffing.&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning i did 1 and a half hours of Pilates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ACHE ALL OVER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just joined the badminton team in skool and all my friend are in it! And there are kids in it whom i haven't spent time with since playing soccer in gr. 9!! i'm so pscyched!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was running into computer room,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i stepped right into a pin tack....now the underside of my foot is bleeding&lt;/span&gt;....i'm a mess...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this weekend!!!!!!!! and then two weekends from this weekend!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;excited and fulfilled by pasta and banana bread,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114058666815408898?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114058666815408898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114058666815408898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114058666815408898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114058666815408898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-craving.html' title='my craving'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-114024732263421851</id><published>2006-02-17T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:27:03.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exodus Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;had a pretty fun nite:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;we had our&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;exodus game nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and it was awesome to see everyone together again. a lot of our kids didn't make it but oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we played scategories which was pretty fun....everyone was yelling and i reli didn't have a clue what was going on but still good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Then we played a game where one person from each team is blindfolded and told to&lt;/span&gt; go through a number of obstacles. Our team chose Vijay. So he's blindfolded and i'm rite there beside him encouraging him and praying over him...okayokay maybe not so far as to praying but anywayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STARTS&lt;/span&gt;. every one starts yelling directions to their team members on how to avoid the obstacles. As i'm leading vijay, my bro Georgy and Justin start calling towards vijay. And vijay heads towards them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Knowing what was about to&lt;/span&gt; happen,i yell"VIJAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but no! he heeded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;the evil voices of my bro and justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; and it lead him to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;being directed to the door which the two troublemakers closed behind him. I of course was affronted and hurry across the obstacles to rescue Vijay from outside. I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;poor kid!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;he was left outside blindfolded! Then i pushed aside my bro and Justin and rescued my team mate and we proceeded to finish the obstacle course. Of course we lost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;solely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; because of Georgy and his friend Justin....but ahh what the heck ...they're forgiven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;After it ended, Vijay, Renu, myself and my bro head over to MacDonald's to end the night. And i ended my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oreo Mcflurry craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; th&lt;/span&gt;at i'd carried ever since Tyna told me about her craving in Portland...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ca&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;me home about 11:00 pm and now my throat hurts....yup pretty clever eating a mcflurry when u have a sore throat....ah well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; can't wait for DEEPER WALK ADVANCE on March 16-18!!!! Totally looking forward to what God has in store for us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;looking forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-114024732263421851?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/114024732263421851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=114024732263421851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114024732263421851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/114024732263421851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/02/exodus-game-night.html' title='Exodus Game Night'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113963726852883213</id><published>2006-02-10T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T21:55:44.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a painting of niki and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/niki%20and%20i%20watercolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/400/niki%20and%20i%20watercolor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hehe there's a watercolor painting of niki and me!!!! yeaaaaaa.....hehe...ya i was a bit bored...loll...and don't we totallly look like skateboarders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113963726852883213?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113963726852883213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113963726852883213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113963726852883213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113963726852883213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/02/painting-of-niki-and-i.html' title='a painting of niki and i'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113954439848557200</id><published>2006-02-09T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:09:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfreakinbelievable!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;can u believe that there is actually a lawsuit against a parish priest( Rev. Enrico Righi) by an atheist(Luigi Cascioli) who claims Jesus Christ did not exist??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpt from the article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;" Cascioli, a lifelong atheist, claims that Righi violated two Italian laws by making the assertion: so-called "abuse of popular belief" in which someone fraudulently deceives people; and "impersonation" in which someone gains by attributing a false name to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cascioli says that for 2,000 years the Roman Catholic Church has been deceiving people by furthering the fable that Christ existed, and says the church has been gaining financially by "impersonating" as Christ someone by the name of John of Gamala, the son of Judas from Gamala."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;unfreakinbellieveable!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cascioli says he is merely going through the necessary legal steps in Italy so he can ultimately take the matter to the European Court of Human Rights, where he intends to pursue the case against the church for "religious racism.""I was born against Christ and God," he said. "I'm doing it (the complaint) now because I should do it before I die.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;arghhhhhh how can people say that?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;read more on this story at    http://edition.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/europe/01/22/christ.book.ap/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;what's happening to this world? end times end times my mom says....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113954439848557200?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113954439848557200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113954439848557200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113954439848557200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113954439848557200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfreakinbelievable.html' title='unfreakinbelievable!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113921074772416899</id><published>2006-02-05T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:37:19.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Unleashed was ridiculously awesome!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GENERATION UNLEASHED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);" size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; wow&lt;br&gt; wow&lt;br&gt; wow&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="4"&gt;that's all i can saw to the awesome weekend we had at Generation Unleashed in Portland.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="4"&gt;It was amazing!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="4"&gt;The gurls stayed over at Sarahi's house and the boys were housed with Ash and Samroon at PBC dorms. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="4"&gt;Despite no sleep, it was soo fun! and the no sleep actually added to the fun considering the fact that everyone was laughin like crazy over random stuff.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; background-color: rgb(199, 247, 199); color: rgb(128, 0, 0);" size="6"&gt;Highlights&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="4"&gt;-&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="5"&gt;the amazing prescence of God&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="5"&gt;-Benny Perez&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;Shout it out&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" size="5"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-I come&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-Great is the lord&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;-&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;LIGHTBULB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);" size="4"&gt;-&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" YEAHHHHH" &lt;/font&gt;.............only the gurls who were with us will get this...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;niki sleeping&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; under the table at Red Robins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);" size="4"&gt;-&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Police&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-Beni's car keys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- The bladder can hold up to 1 litre of liquid apparently.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-Frappacino + no sleep = craziness&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);" size="4"&gt;- &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sleep= insane laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- Bad singing on the car ride back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- sore throats from shouting, laughing and basically being loud.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;Tyna's winks and kissy lips directed towards Beni.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-Beni being harrased during bowling&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;Tyna, Georgy, Niki, Sarvesh and m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; beat Beni, Wilson, Jenifa, Ammu and Tracy at &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowling&lt;/font&gt;!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- HEY NIKI YOUR SO FINE ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;YOUR SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;HEY NIKI......HEY HEY HEY NIKI!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- more crying done at 4 days of this conference than i would in a year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;- &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;sarvesh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt; and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt;yellow shoes and black dress pants&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(223, 255, 191);"&gt; on sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-Bugs on my arm and tracy's leg....thanx tyna and jen for rescuing us...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" size="4"&gt;-more laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font style="background-color: rgb(16, 16, 112); color: rgb(255, 255, 191);" size="4"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarahi's amazing family. God bless them richly. ........mmmm good food by Sarahi's mom!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" size="4"&gt;k there's a lot more that happened but i'm way to tired to write about all the fun highlights of this weekend.....lol ....... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;font style="color: rgb(223, 199, 247);" size="7"&gt;YAAAAA GENERATION UNLEASHED ALLLLL THA WAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt; SHOUT SHOUT SHOUT IT OUT !!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113921074772416899?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113921074772416899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113921074772416899&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113921074772416899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113921074772416899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/02/gen-unleashed-was-ridiculously-awesome.html' title='Gen Unleashed was ridiculously awesome!!!!!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113872153425310280</id><published>2006-01-31T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:36:56.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days till Generation Unleashed!      yaaaaa PARTY!!!!!!!!.......jkjk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;well i'm a bit less stressed than last week when i thought i would have all my finals this coming wednesday. But the Lord gave me some nice teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tuesday Jan 31-&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English test on 1984 novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chemisty quiz on Solubility and some Acid Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wednesday Feb 1&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemisty quiz on Acid Base and what not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;English test on Othello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Law final exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thursday Feb 2-&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chemisty final exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;And my music teacher said that because he trusts me, he'll let me do my written final as a take-home test. hehe little does he know that i have a musical genious as a brother. O wait actually he does know..he used to teach my bro...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm a bit more relieved that everything's not all on one day like before. It's still a lot of stuff each day but hey i'll catch up on sleep on the ride to portland as long as i'm not in the same vehicle as the three younger girls-Tracy, Nikki, Ammu. Tracy addmittedly did give me advance warning that she was going to be teaching us a new kids song....supposedly jumpy....in other words not sleep inspiring. I'll make sure i go with the boys whom i know will remain blessedly quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;gotta head ta skool now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;excited!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113872153425310280?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113872153425310280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113872153425310280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113872153425310280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113872153425310280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-days-till-generation-unleashed.html' title='2 days till Generation Unleashed!      yaaaaa PARTY!!!!!!!!.......jkjk'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113833458425133739</id><published>2006-01-26T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:06:43.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ooooo it's so funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ahah i'm still in stitches laughing over George Carlin's Stupid People referred to me by Tyna. ahaha it was freaking hilarious!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;everyone HAS to get it!!  it's too funny. I don't know how to put up a file on the internet or i'd do it and y'all could listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;nywayz i'm sucha goner!  i have 4 tests on wednesday cuz i rescheduled them so i could do it before i left for portland!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i have 4 freaking finals!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what kind of idiot am i??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;who the heck leaves skool in the the last two weeks of the first semester and finals!!?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;crazy fool like me would do it of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To myself,&lt;br /&gt;it's okay Simi. Just think. After all the four finals, you'll be able to chillax in Portland. You won't have to lift a hand to anything. Except of course to worship God. You can just cleanse your mind of all ur problems. In fact, just leave them behind in Vancover. Simi all your gonna be doing in Portland is renewing your spirit. Getting a new purpose and perspective. Don't worry Simi. You'll only have to remeber that your main reason for going is to get closer to God. Never lose sight of that purpose and perspective. This is a weeked where you're not going to lead worship or teach sunday skool or be anything remotely associated with being a youth leader. Just take in the presence of God and be fulfilled. Keep that in sight when you study Simi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;k ya that was a bit weird but that's wut im saying to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i better go do my law legal briefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fulfilling my purpose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113833458425133739?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113833458425133739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113833458425133739&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113833458425133739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113833458425133739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooooo-its-so-funny.html' title='ooooo it&apos;s so funny!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113797220661888896</id><published>2006-01-22T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T15:23:26.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desi meetings....hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i thought this was the funniest thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;after church on sunday, my family and i go over to Tasty Sweets. They have the best naan and butter chicked that i have EVER tasted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;we go in and we see Kam , her mom, and Sierra(kam's daughter). and we'd just seen them in church. lol and the funny thing is that the last time my bro, mom, and myself were there , they were there as well!!!!!!!Kam and i hug and joke about how tasty sweets is like the meeting place for brown people. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;That became only too true when a half hour later, in walks mr. alex, mr. bilson, and married couple Rob and Sher! And i thought it was freaking hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kam's family and my family were about to leave when alex and gang walks in and kam says," o look at that! Alex drove every one away"!   haha i laugh and virtually hi-five kam...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so i'm like hey cool met so many friends in tasty sweets. we go out and who do i see? MY GOOD FRIEND BENI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;it's was soooooooo ridiculous! rite beside the restaurant, is a meat shop as well as Fruiticana(brown grocery shopping heaven).  Everyone just comes together in that little corner of the street and get all their desi needs fullfilled-food, meat, grocery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;aahha i had a good day. well it didnt' rellii start out that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i thought i was teaching sunday skool for kids age 7-9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i the groups were mixed today so i had 4 year olds . and i'm trying to teach about the Tower of Babel, i see the futility of talking about it when i encounter blank stares as i talk about pride being a sin that God hates and that one must always be humble.  They didn't understand half the stuff i said. so i'm like thas it! the rest of class they just sat and colored the Tower of Babel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And i had some cool stuff to say as well but i didn't bother cuz ....wut's the point????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lol and then Beni who very kindly agreed to assist me drew dinosaurs and sang kid songs, and made AIRPLANES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hehe it was relli funny. beni agrees to make an airplane for one kid and before she knew it, she had a huge line of kids wanting airplanes. hehhe sucker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YEAHHHHHHHH I'M GOING TO GENERATION UNLEASHED!!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU JESUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;waiting in anticipation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113797220661888896?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113797220661888896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113797220661888896&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113797220661888896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113797220661888896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/desi-meetingshehe.html' title='desi meetings....hehe'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113780419202796255</id><published>2006-01-20T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:50:20.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess wut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i just failed my chem quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!!!!! i didn't even check the mark cuz i knew i failed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;why????????? cuz i could have cared less at that particular moment! i was way to eager to come home. why&gt;???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY DAD'S HOME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;all i said to him were hi and in reply to his what's going on(in mallu of course) i said 'nothing'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but despite saying only two words,  and a simple short hug, i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; security, love, and memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Although he's only staying to 9 days(the shortest stay ever), i'm glad i get at least that much time with him. I haven't seen him in more that half a year, it seems like the last time i saw him was few years ago instead of a few months. Anywayz ...i'm happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I GOT MARRIED TODAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;okay okay not wut ur thinking. i got married to my bestfriend Aman in law class today. We're getting a divorce next week cuz i beat her up too much. She's the husband and i'm the wife(only cuz i'm shorter). we wrote up vows as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SIMI TO AMAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Aman you have filled my life with meaning. You have made me so happy and more fulfilled as a person. When I cry, you’re there to comfort me, even though I can tell you’re really uncomfortable with tears. When I’m hungry, you take out your lunch, half it and give me the bigger half. In my memories, you’re always the one making me smile. You are permanently embedded in my thoughts and most importantly my heart. Not only have I found in you my best friend, but I’ve also found the man of my dreams. Your very phone calls are enough to brighten my day. You enrich my life with love and laughter. I’ll love you forever with every breath I take. I will trust you and respect you, laugh with you and cry with you, loving you faithfully through good times and bad, regardless of the obstacles we may face together. Thank you for taking me as I am; loving me, and welcoming me into your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you, my best friend.  I will love you forever Aman.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AMAN TO SIMI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Simi, from the moment I met you, I knew that you were the one. Nobody but you has made me feel this way- like I am the centre of your universe, and that I alone can bask in your special warmth and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;You are the most wonderful, amazing person I have ever met. I feel so fortunate that I am the man you have chosen. I feel that my destiny is now complete. I still remember the day that we met. It was like my first breath of life. My first plunge into living. My life before you was a complete blur until that fateful day at the supermarket, where we both bent down at the same time to retrieve a box of Frootloops. I realize now that you are the person I want to have Frootloops with for the rest of my life. Today I marry my best friend, my greatest support, and love. I join you for now and eternity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  ahhh sweet love....lol...came close to tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pretty busy now.. don't know when to find time to breath. and there's just sooooo much going on, so many places to go, so many things to do.........!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;we had our PMC worship meeting last nite. I thought it went pretty good. I can see new things happening in the new year(changing the setup, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Teaching sunday skool at PMC in the morning and at the Maranatha mallu church in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;God help me. I hope i don't lose patience or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;14 days till Gen Unleashed!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113780419202796255?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113780419202796255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113780419202796255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113780419202796255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113780419202796255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-wut.html' title='Guess wut?'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113736410666908606</id><published>2006-01-15T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:28:26.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;yeaaaaaa i'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113736410666908606?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113736410666908606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113736410666908606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113736410666908606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113736410666908606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/generation-unleashed_15.html' title='Generation Unleashed'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113687915968684734</id><published>2006-01-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T08:51:19.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship nite this friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;i feel like smashing my head against the wall a couple times and then going out running until i hurt all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ya that bad. Frustration at so many things is just eating me up inside rite now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-had worship practice tonite for this friday's event. Wasnt' too happy with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-English crossgrade worth 10% is tommorrow. I still have no plan in my head on how to write the essay or anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Chemistry 3/4 final on Wednesday and Thursday. If i get a good mark on this test, it bumps up my mark a lot...and i need that huge bump. And i still havent' started one ounce of review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-English mock provincial on Thursday and Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-my voice feels like crap. It feels like its scraping against my throat. I'm learning to spit instead of swallow. (ya i know ...eww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-i'm terribly unhappy with events that happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;- the way to be a friend is by being honest- sometimes brutally honest.....but said in an honestly loving way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-Too many things to do, too little time, too little patience, too little everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;but....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THE ENEMY'S BEEN DEFEATED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;DEATH COULDN'T HOLD YOU DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WE'RE GONNA LIFT OUR VOICE IN VICTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WE'RE GONNA MAKE OUR PRAISES LOUD!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;God has always worked miracles and i'm praying that he will do several this week and especially friday for Worship nite. It's gonna be an awesome night no matter what. Why? Because no matta where we are, God's gonna be there. God will be our shelter, hiding place, and stronghold.The Holy Spirit will guide us and the name of Jesus will be lifted high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aite i'm sorta peaceful now....lol.... writing helps...and venting out my frustration on the phone with Benster helped as well...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;God help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113687915968684734?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113687915968684734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113687915968684734&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113687915968684734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113687915968684734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/worship-nite-this-friday.html' title='Worship nite this friday'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113623590343893899</id><published>2006-01-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:15:51.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i had an excellent week altogther. missed my dad more this week than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I went over to Bensters house on tuesday nite and stayed until Friday morning. Wow had to do a wholeeee lota begging to get there!...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It was totally awesome to spend time with Ben's cousins from Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We watched Johnny English at night. Despite all the sleepiness, the movie was hilarious! ahah Johnny goes down a sewage and gets poop all over him!!!!!ahaha that was was tooo funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;we also watched a walk to remember, national treasure and chasing liberty. All of them relli good movies. we had to forward a couple of the scenes in chasing liberty...(which reminded me and aunty Trixie/Taxi of a hindi movie). In a Walk to remember, i feared for young Jonathan's sensiblilites...lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ooooo and we went to an asian seafood restaurant with a weird name that i can't remember at this particular moment. I had that soup and i ate the round ball in it(and i managed not to regurgitate it). i had no idea how to use those chopsticks and it was a funny moment for me to watch how everyone used it. To my right were Sudha aunty and Beni using it expertly, Jacquie trying to learn, Nikki not so bad with it, Sunny Uncle also pretty good, Jonathan pretending to play drums with it, Ash also using it expertedly, and Joanne and me poking the soup to eat it. My fav dish was the rice....yes yes i'mma true mallu...lol...no seafood fleafood for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hannah came over as well and walked on my back several times to give me a massage. Thank you Hanz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Thursday nite was the funniest. We played poker with Ash's little pot of pennies till 4 in between bouts of laughter. I started becoming hysterical for absolutely no reason. Joanne dropped out of poker and went to sleep. Next was Niki, and Jacquie followed. I ended up winning poker(like duh obviously aye?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And then we make a trip downstairs to eat Aunty Sudha's pasta. Hannah and myself have fond memories of it. We werent' even taht hungry. We just had to go for old times sake. And this time Ammu wasnt' there to drop the juice on the floor....lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;after the kitchen clock announced taht it was 5:00 a.m, we decided maybe going to bed would be wise. So we go off to our respective rooms(Beni to hers and Hanz and me to the gameroom with the other gurls). Hanz and i look at the bed and start our hyena- like laughter. There lies Niki with her hands up and right beside her Jaquie with her hands everywhere. And to think we were supoosed to sleep with them? So i take the couch and Hannah's on the ground. But do we sleep?Noo!!!! We have Jaquie greeting us with a 'hello' in her sleep, and Joanne making sounds and Niki being Niki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;So we go to Beni's closed door and knock politely and both Hanz and i point to each other and say, "she wanted to sleep here". Beni , kind soul that she is, provides us shelter in her blessedly quiet room. I wanted to wait another half hour till sunrise only to have Hanz ridicule me reminding me that it was winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Next morning we said bye to Sunny uncle, Jaquie, Joanne, and Jonathan. Ahh good lot of fun people. Then Tyna and tracy come over and i suffer more unicorn and mermaid jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The next day i'm bak at the Joy mansion for more ridiculous jokes. But still fun. I loved entering the New Years beside all my dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;New Years day at PMC , we had our regular service and after taht we had a baptism service! like how cool is that???? taking the next step in christian faith rite on the first day of the year? With a joyous and a proud heart, i watched Sarvesh and Jonathan get baptized. They were congragulated with loud cheers from the audience. And then, we had food!!!!!!...ya that was the highlight of my day...lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well todays my one last day of freedom before i'm bak to school and the same old routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tonight we have worship practice and my voice feels like utter crap. Hopefully no one notices...ya rite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HIGLIGHTS FROM THE WEEK: "i'm gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;the lights people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;-the author of this quote shall remain anonymous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;peaceful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113623590343893899?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113623590343893899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113623590343893899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113623590343893899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113623590343893899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113565928001364262</id><published>2005-12-26T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:04:44.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Does anyone ever really know who their friends are? I mean you never know when they talk to you only to make fun of you. In context with the happenings in the last few days, the below poem touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You stabbed me in the back&lt;br /&gt;So many people know&lt;br /&gt;Why you do such things to me&lt;br /&gt;I will never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought you were my friend&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong all along&lt;br /&gt;So this is my good bye to you&lt;br /&gt;Forever and so long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Jennifer Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113565928001364262?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113565928001364262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113565928001364262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565928001364262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565928001364262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/betrayed.html' title='Betrayed'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113565372093539197</id><published>2005-12-26T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T19:22:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mermaids and unicorns and trolls</title><content type='html'>WHAT RETARD TOLD ME THAT THEY EXIST?&lt;br /&gt;and to think i actually believed them.&lt;br /&gt;Then i looked them up on the internet my own personal encyclopedia collection. They're mythical. Arghhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Fie upon all those blaspemous people in my life who tell me lies!&lt;br /&gt;How dare they &gt;???????????&lt;br /&gt; Beni, Tyna, Tracy, Nikki, Hannah, Ansa. shame on u and any other person who sided with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need veritable proof they exist. If anyone wants to refute my statements above, send me some freaking proof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very angry,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113565372093539197?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113565372093539197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113565372093539197&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565372093539197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565372093539197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/mermaids-and-unicorns-and-trolls.html' title='mermaids and unicorns and trolls'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113565143562964605</id><published>2005-12-26T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T18:58:14.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well this Christmas weekend was absolutely delightful. I met old friends, new friends and everyone in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The weekend started off with the Youth/young adult christmas party. I had loads of fun-that is when people stopped making fun of my 5-inch platforms. What? can't a girl enjoy being tall once in a while???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH MERMAIDS???? AND BLOODY UNICORNS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I MEAN THAT'S ALL I HEARD ABOUT THIS WEEKEND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;It's like all my friends have a freaking infatuation with them! They even go so far as to watch bloody documentaries on them! (i'm expressly talking about beni, tracy, tyna, nikki, jacqln, and joan). On Christmas day, all i heard at the party was mermaids mermaids mermaids. But o wait! There's more to the awesome conversations we had. BLOODY UNICORNS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;ahhh besides all this craziness i had an awesome time. It was good to see Beni's cousins from Michigan- Jacquie, Joan(with the totally wicked hazel/green eyes) and Jonathan...poor kids...i see some of Beni's traits in them...sadly enough. lol. Jonathan kept us entertained on sunday with his quick and sincere answers to Thomas Uncle's questions. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;came home on Christmas day at 12 midnight and my contacts were plastered to my eyes. I don't know how i put the key in through the keyhole on my door. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn,  times like this i wish i had a digital camera to capture all the fun moments. Beni's little cellphone camera just doesn't do. lol..&lt;br /&gt;Nywayz, next event to look forward to is the Watchnight service at Benster's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just feel sick from all the chocolate i've eaten. Sumi got me a box of POT OF GOLD and i'm sooooo chocolate filled. Plus i had the mint chocolates my bro got on friday. lol Originally my bro got toilet paper but he exchanged with Mandeep for the chocolates.Ahhh fun times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;eagerly waiting for the New year, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113565143562964605?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113565143562964605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113565143562964605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565143562964605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113565143562964605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113513441686266129</id><published>2005-12-20T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:14:24.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU PRINCESS!!!!!!!!!!!! (my childhood sweetheart...hhehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll for the first time in the longest time i missed sunday church. SHOCK!&lt;br /&gt;well i was all set to go but...the dizzines, pounding headache, aching body, body jerking coughs and sneezing kept me in bed the ENTIRE Day. I had a fever all of sunday. I think it started on friday and went all out on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday nite we were at Faith Lutheran Church helping set up for out Christmas Function. By the end of the night the pounding headache had started.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome. Absolutely loved it. I was so proud of everyone! The Young Adults did great on the gameshow, as did the Girls and Boys clubs. the props were well done and the food was so good! hehe always the highlight for me..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nywayz this fridays' the youth/young adult christmas party. It's gonna be loads of fun!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113513441686266129?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113513441686266129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113513441686266129&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113513441686266129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113513441686266129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113408497200012157</id><published>2005-12-08T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:39:09.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;YES!!!!  NICOLE WON!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;America's Next Top Model had it's season finale yesterday.  And the person i wanted to win won!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I was happy Bre got sent home cuz i wasnt' too appreciative of the way she handled her problems(the theft of her food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nick was gorgeous but it i didn't relli like her CG picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nicole's was obviously brillant! And i was so happy to see Eve and Naomi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And i just found out today that Noami has a twin sister who looks exactly like her(mayebe a lil taller) and she's a photographer. Also, Naomi was on the Tyra show and the issue of her drug problem came up. I just think it's relli sad that most celebrities have soo much drug/alcoholic/affair issues all the time. It seems like they just forget who they are and become what other's expect them to become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Today its the Senior Snowball Dance. I'm not going. Majority of my friends are going. Why am i not going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because SURVIVOR and APPRENTICE will be on today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;And of course i could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;miss that. I 've found that i am definetly a reality TV freak. If i miss an episode of either TOP MODEL, SURVIVOR, or APPRENTICE, i have heart palpitations. hehe jkj...not relli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm soooooo excited for this weekend!!!!It's gonna be tha bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Saturday's the KCF Christmas Party. And the stuff our youth has planned is just awesome! Can't wait! (Especially for the Amachi Apachan play)...hheheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113408497200012157?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113408497200012157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113408497200012157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113408497200012157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113408497200012157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113400854969872644</id><published>2005-12-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:22:29.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;arhhhhhhhhhhggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i just finished another yelling match with my mom. It ended with me putting Josh Groban's Oceano too loud(that's wut i do to calm myself down) and my mom yellling at me and telling me to see if she ever listens to me and lets me do what i want now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but bloody heck i am sooo angry!and annoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;she just wont' stop buggin me about trying to plan out my own bloody future. I keep saying i want to go to UBC. She insists on me going to Kwantlen. Nothing personal but i'm just not into it! She's like y don't u just go to kwantlen and then transfer to UBC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT'S THE POINT? if i'm gonna end up in UBC anywayz, y not just start there???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm determined not to cry yet i know that just like last night , tears will probably flood my pillow yet again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;still waiting to hear His voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113400854969872644?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113400854969872644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113400854969872644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113400854969872644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113400854969872644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/yet-again.html' title='yet again'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113393272103762517</id><published>2005-12-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:22:31.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed by frustration</title><content type='html'>wut is up with parents?????can they not get the fact that i don't bloody like sciences!??&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a post secondary liason evening. And my mom of course decides to come. We separate(cuz it's just way uncool to be hanging with ur friends and ur mom).&lt;br /&gt;I come home and amma's like ..you definetly have to take science if you wanna go somewhere in life. You should go to Kwantlen or Douglas . I'm like NO i wanna go to UBC. Just because i've stayed in UBC for 4 days and i absolutely loved it. But my mom's like no way. It's way too far. I'm like...so? She's like you have to leave early in the morning and come bak prolly midnight. I DON'T FREAKING CARE! plenty of other people do it!&lt;br /&gt;arghghhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;then i'm in the washroom and she's like ....how bout becoming a librarian. of course i yell NO WAY AMMA! THAT IS SOO BORING TO ME! amma responds saying that that is the perfect job for women!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add to the lovely day, our debate sucked!!!!the teacher was right! academic students don't do good on debates. We focus more on research and we dont' concentrate on voice tools. Myself and my friend are like the only people getting an A in the class. And we did horrible! We had all the good points. We just didnt' empasize them with our voices!&lt;br /&gt;Ah well....we've more Court Trials and debates comiing up. We'll make up for today's loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pro to this day was that my friend just got herself suspended from school for a week for getting into a fight. Arghhhhh i've told her so many times to just calmly think things through! But then again i don't really know the details of why there was a fight so i refuse to take sides at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama, drama, drama!&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt' help crying to today and asking God to just intervene and do something! Like maybe tell me what he want's me to do with my life. And somehow take the whole "must take science" mentality out of my mom's mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting to hear God's voice,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113393272103762517?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113393272103762517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113393272103762517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113393272103762517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113393272103762517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/overwhelmed-by-frustration.html' title='overwhelmed by frustration'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113376196992170932</id><published>2005-12-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T21:58:47.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was sitting and praying during our family prayer and i couldn't help thinking about how blessed i am. I was just in awe of God's goodness. I had a semi good weekend. Saturday and Sunday were awesome...Friday, not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;aturday was Annie's Bridal Shower. I had an awesome time. I hung out with Sumi the entire day..and that's not something i usually have the pleasure of doing. Despite all the insults directed towards me, i had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Highlight- Do u off the lights?      FOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;The Christmas stuff is coming along well. I was totally stressed about the song we were going to do. It's called Christmastime and it was the first time everyone had heard it. But just when i was about to totally snap, Hannah looks at me and she tells me that i'm doing good and that everything is going to be okay. I love that gurl! Just when i needed encouragement, she's there! But by the end of the night, i was so proud of our youth. It did sound awesome. We still have to put finishing touches on it but we'll do that on the day of the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sunday was pretty good as well. We worked on the commercial for teh Girl's Club. Pretty hilarious!!hehe....too funny!The gurls are such awesome actors..and i love their desi accents.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Came home and after an hour of sleep, my mom dragged me and my bro shopping. And i finally got snow boots!!!!yes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It wasn't so bad hanging out with my mom and bro. I mean despite the yelling about my lack of good driving skills by both amma and sam, i survived. I mean come on!...why should u have to do a shoulder check when you can clearly see there's NO BLOODY PERSON AROUND!!!!!!arghhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;nywayz! i have a debate in law class on tuesday. Still got loads of reasearch to do. We're so gonna slaughter the other team! My team is against the death penalty. And we've got a bunch of main points. Still have to work on the opening and closing statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well then, i'm off to work on the debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;trying to be a good driver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113376196992170932?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113376196992170932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113376196992170932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113376196992170932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113376196992170932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113322566612251608</id><published>2005-11-28T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:54:26.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>well i had a pretty good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Friday....did absolutely nothing. Had an awesome time doing that&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...went to KCF....ahh felt good to be bak in church...even though i cried through half of it...ya my contacts were irritating me...the tears started when i started laughing during the apachan and ammachi play our youth is doing...pretty funny stuff...lol..heheh very very funny....Tyna and Priya do an excellent job playing the roles...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....well sunday was our PMC Sonshine Girls BBQ Fundraiser.....we raised $356. This will be matched by the church ssssoooooooooooo, the money is doubled!yippeeee!!!! The money is meant to used for Christmas boxes and hampers. After teh BBQ, we went over to Ansa's and did some work on props for our Christmas party. Then watched a United Dvd...pretty cool stuff!&lt;br /&gt;After we went to the PMC young adult meeting...and then......we went grocery shopping...lol...pretty fun...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for all the upcoming events! i'm pretty excited for the holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having fun,&lt;br /&gt;~SIM J~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113322566612251608?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113322566612251608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113322566612251608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113322566612251608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113322566612251608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113288837090263235</id><published>2005-11-24T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:12:50.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/sim%209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/400/sim%209.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/1600/Scan10007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3395/1885/400/Scan10007.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got my grad pics back aye? and two words: flat hair.&lt;br /&gt;thus i'm obviously getting retakes....this time with soft curls in my hair!!!!hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113288837090263235?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113288837090263235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113288837090263235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113288837090263235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113288837090263235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/11/grad-pics.html' title='grad pics'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113272460747859670</id><published>2005-11-22T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:06:35.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>varship!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     So every tuesday evenings we have a bible study that Pastor Koshy leads. So usually i'm upstairs during the singing and stuff and my mom comes and bangs on my computer room door to make me come down for the message. So i go down today half asleep and almost nodding&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(but secretly so as not to annoy anyone)&lt;/span&gt; and i sit right by the door so no one notices me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Halfway through the message i hear the word worship and i perk up. PK a.k.a Pastor Koshy was telling parents how important worship is. The gist of it was God is more important than school. He repetedly said how music was very important. He then points at me and says,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"these kids practiced for more than a month. Is that right molay?"&lt;/span&gt; and i'm like o snap i better clean my sleepy face up and put on my happy face facade. i reply back a feeble &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt;. Then he asks &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"what was the result of all that practice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The answer that popped in my head was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;'a sore throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;....but of course i kept quiet and he replied his own question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"The result was a blessing. Even now after more than two weeks, the kids are still saying what a blessing it was."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(PK was of course referring to Deeper Walk Youth/Young Adults Advance which was a total blast!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hehe hearing this i turn sideways and just stare at my mother. and she know's i'm staring so she won't look at me. Reason? She's not into the whole idea of me being totally engrossed in church activities. And PK was saying how it was important to be well involved in the church. The Church is the body of Christ and a body cannot function properly with a missing joint!! I'm glad i came downstairs to listen to the message. Gave me the opportunity to rub my churchness&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(peeps who know me will know wut churchness means)&lt;/span&gt; in my mom....yes yes i know i'm a bad kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;    I'm doing a case study in Law class on Atif Rafay and Sebastian Burns. And it's totally fascinating. There's twists and turns in every little corner. When it comes down to it, you never really know if the suspect is ACTUALLY the killer. I mean there has been several instances where the person in jail is totally innocent. Another case i read about was of a rapist who was sent to jail. But through DNA evidence, it was found out that the person in jail was not the rapist. The witness had made a mistake. The real rapist was found and when the mistaken rapist and the real rapist's pictures were put side by side, it looked astonishingly similar. Proof that you never really know who's innocent and who's not. Wow being a judge is hard! Your basically holding the fate of people in your hands!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    aites gotta get bak to doing the case study!!!!!!laterz!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ever praisin God,&lt;br /&gt;    ~SIM J~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113272460747859670?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113272460747859670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113272460747859670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113272460747859670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113272460747859670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/11/varship_22.html' title='varship!'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19109451.post-113235804832791078</id><published>2005-11-18T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:45:50.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;well i thought i'd take a break from xanga and check blogspot out considering the fact that almost everyone has it!!!!!!! hmm so far so good! actuallly it's pretty much exactly the same as xanga except now u don't have to be a member of anything to post comments! pretty cool!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19109451-113235804832791078?l=simj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/feeds/113235804832791078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19109451&amp;postID=113235804832791078&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113235804832791078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19109451/posts/default/113235804832791078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simj.blogspot.com/2005/11/break.html' title='a break'/><author><name>~SIM J~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08172431942493850570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BJZouIlrIGE/R5K84o5ME7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YULDNkxLWzw/S220/Sim+j.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
