<?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-8636024477266555800</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:07:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbeynoel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-7421174848705833627</id><published>2009-01-03T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:11:33.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/countdown1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/countdown2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/countdown3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/countdown4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i'm really thankful for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;year and now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;year! A completely brand brand new start to everything, it's really been so wonderful being in the cell, if i really didn't have the beautiful and amazing girls that i'm great friends with right now, i don't know what I'll be right now. (probably still living in some unchristian world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Stanley's Cells blog who always make me laugh, without my cell girls who were always so positive and supportive, and accepting of all things big &amp;amp; small, without their great hearty laughter and sweet serene smiles, and calm attitudes, the year wouldn't have been the same at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what this year has in stored. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I want to adopt a positive attitude to everything. To bring out a smile even in the darkest situation, no more negative film and negative attitudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I want to change to be for the better. No more taking myself for granted, No more giving myself excuses to the things that I can let go of, or overcome. To be able to do the things that I could do last time, this year won't be a failure but a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 I want to grow stronger in God. To have more Faith, i'm not going to be a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 To give and love with the heart of Christ in Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636024477266555800-7421174848705833627?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/7421174848705833627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/7421174848705833627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2009/01/countdown-2008.html' title='countdown 2008'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-292026650184710235</id><published>2009-01-01T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:31:39.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of 09</title><content type='html'>realised that during the 3 days my face was severely dehydrated, and it was so fickle and dry that my skin was peeling at the sides, plus with breakouts and huge eyebags, all thanks to sleeping on the floor so spent 10min trying to calm down my pepperoni face :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter who i talk to, how much fun i had last year (2008), how AMAZING the retreat was, or how much laughter joy, grace and wonderful blessings from God, i still feel as if there's something missing. i'm waiting for something, and i need God to fill that need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you cure loneliness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not loneliness in faith, but loneliness in life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my parents are clearing up the house doing a whole lotta spring cleaning, and i feel as if God told me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to clean up too, get rid, and throw it away, you know what it is. take that step, it's a brand new year, and i want you to serve me fully and wholly, with no disappointment or attachments&lt;/span&gt;" or something like that, but how man, how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636024477266555800-292026650184710235?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/292026650184710235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/292026650184710235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-09.html' title='first day of 09'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-7900992369416979706</id><published>2008-12-30T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:03:40.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/lastsundaygirls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last youth service 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times, i felt like writing out my feelings, telling someone how i truly felt or acting on things to which later i'll regret but i realise now that most things should be kept inside, for God to grow His wiseness in those feelings/thoughts &amp;amp; emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little more aware &amp;amp; awake than i was at the start of this year, a little more receptive, a little more logical, a little more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shrewd&lt;/span&gt;, a dose of calmness, and a new level of steadiness to accomplish things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/Image2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, i'm saving that&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/8636024477266555800-7900992369416979706?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/7900992369416979706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/7900992369416979706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-christmas.html' title='last christmas'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-8778826375815896643</id><published>2008-12-29T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:30:21.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SAW IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WANTED IT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THREW A TANTRUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;GOT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's ambiguous&lt;br /&gt;(i like to think so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love today's last youth service!&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/8636024477266555800-8778826375815896643?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/8778826375815896643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/8778826375815896643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2008/12/hidden-meanings.html' title='hidden meanings'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-976260266322470142</id><published>2008-12-28T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:51:22.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chingay was hot (LITERALLY)</title><content type='html'>chingay was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;, beyond warm even the water that was poured on the gravel started to bubble after 3 seconds, my average temperature bottled water morphed into a heater-like condition substance that started to taste sticky and damp instead of refreshing and cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expo hall 9's freezing temperature and my cold showers were never so welcoming and loved ever since today&lt;/span&gt;, i yearn, they yearn, he, she, it, all yearned i'm pretty sure even the flys there were cooling off in the auditorium, even though everyone smelled like socks there wasn't a single fly to justify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl was nice today! ha ha as usual bothering me and giving me evil looks whenever i try to take a photo of him, we eventually dashed off once we found out there wasn't much briefing, and that we were actually free to go ha ha he sent me off my train (actually cos mine came first, and his left when we were nearing the MRT xD) mmm there's so many nice things about chingay, the people. the laughter and the fun we share, gotta love the skyrunners xo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, random cuties from chingay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i have church tmr, &amp;amp; i need to bake brownies at 8:00!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;GIVE ME STRENGTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;random cuties from chingay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingaycutie1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancers group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingaycutie2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;skyrunners&lt;/b&gt; (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingaycutie3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;levitators&lt;/span&gt; (johanna, she's so adowable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingaycutie4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magicians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok not really a "cutie" but definitely a "lol")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'VE BEEN DUPED! DUPED! DUPED!&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/8636024477266555800-976260266322470142?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/976260266322470142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/976260266322470142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2008/12/chingay-was-hot-literally.html' title='chingay was hot (LITERALLY)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-6940728634925585065</id><published>2008-12-27T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:09:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TCGPP (lol)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DO NOT LOVE SATURDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe... too drastic but why would i not love saturday? originally i intended to wake up at 8 (which i did, i slept at 4:00) to go to the market/postoffice/bakewareshop to do my shopping cos i had chingay at 1:00 (chingay was another thing, i thought it was on sun but ps david enlightened me last night and told me it was today ?!*^#) and dad actually took my shopping list and went to buy all the items for me right before he flew off to KL! aww, i feel so pampered, of cos i still had to pick up the parcel later on but it just meant that i could rest more, thank you so so much daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also martin yan &amp;amp; rachael ray this morning! they have very fascinating onscreen/off screen tv personalities which add great atmosphere to my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingay1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really must get ready for chingay now, wish me luck i hope i don't have the face of mr.grumpy till 6pm, and hopefully my skin gets better. it must be because i'm eating too much chilli, or not eating enough fruits i have dissolved pimples, and blackheads and all that nonsense running a olympic match on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May i not procrastinate and start reading page 3 of the pilgrim's progress (crosses finger) (dad told me that i actually had a annotated/summarized/easy-to-read version of the book, which i secretly knew, but when i saw the book in my curriculum, i flipped the first page and went "oh... look. Ancient Rome. that should be more interesting") (however, M gave it to me for a xmas present, i'll give it a read and see how it goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/chingay2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehearsal for The Chinese Gay Pride Parade&lt;br /&gt;(thanks E!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8636024477266555800-6940728634925585065?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/6940728634925585065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/6940728634925585065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2008/12/tcgpp-lol.html' title='TCGPP (lol)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8636024477266555800.post-6360506281432568829</id><published>2008-12-26T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:27:00.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new haircut!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc310/SeitanQueen/newhaircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well cheers to the brand new haircut on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note to self/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yanzhi&lt;/span&gt;/everyone else&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i have a hair band now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tugging and pulling off my sunglasses in church anymore OK, i am freed, freed! i have gain knowledge and bought one of those accessories! it sounds so overrated but there's small pleasures in life which apparently easily excites me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8636024477266555800-6360506281432568829?l=abbeynoely.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/6360506281432568829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8636024477266555800/posts/default/6360506281432568829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeynoely.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-to-note.html' title='new haircut!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny2tJcrYLig/ST9zt9JjD3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/jhbhfY_yJUM/S220/longhair.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
