<?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-6311358</id><updated>2011-08-08T23:56:37.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>:D !</title><subtitle type='html'>My flesh and my heart may fail, 
but God is the strength of my heart 
and my portion forever..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6881473882398226175</id><published>2010-03-16T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:44:46.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on the busif there's a black person with with an empty seat beside them and an asian person with an empty seat beside them.. who would i sit beside?  the asian.i might be a little racist.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6881473882398226175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6881473882398226175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6881473882398226175' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6990692356445105071</id><published>2009-08-27T11:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:00:47.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and today I will trust you with the confidenceof a man who's never known defeatbut tomorrow, upon hearing what I didI will stare at you in disbeliefoh, inconsistent mecrying out for consistencyand I'll let it be knownat times I have shownsigns of all my weaknessbut somewhere in methere is strengthand you promise methat you believein time I will defeat thiscause somewhere in methere is strengthand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6990692356445105071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6990692356445105071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#6990692356445105071' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5845257739059387397</id><published>2009-07-23T22:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:44:07.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this summer is going by way too fast...  probably because it's been a busy one!  holy cripes it's already end of july.  i was reminded today about something pam said a couple years ago.  i believe i blogged about it then as well.  you have to prove the spiritual in the normal.  my house has been super dirty and i'd been putting off cleaning because i've been so busy.  today i finally cleaned it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5845257739059387397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5845257739059387397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5845257739059387397' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5108586651530882931</id><published>2009-06-26T23:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:48:20.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was talking about favourite movies with some friends a couple weeks ago and going through the movies i own. came across a walk to remember. one of my old favourites. i think i watched it one too many times and it ruined it for me.. but after the conversation i had a hankering to watch it again so i did tonight. i think i love it again :P the "you're in 2 places at once" part still puts a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5108586651530882931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5108586651530882931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5108586651530882931' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4771143674071583043</id><published>2009-06-21T11:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:40:33.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>switchfoot concert last night.. reminds me why i love them and why they are my favourite band :) they sure know how to please a crowd. lots of fun and interaction with the audience! too bad they didn't do my fave song - learning to breathe. but they surprised us with 'home' from the narnia soundtrack! that was awesome :D also squeezed in a birthday song for jerome during 'we are one tonight'.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4771143674071583043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4771143674071583043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#4771143674071583043' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Sj5RlNJYNaI/AAAAAAAAAls/-57qt8IxxVM/s72-c/IMG_7026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8993700174625779499</id><published>2009-05-19T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:31:49.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>studying seems so meaningless right now.  i know that's not the right mindset when you have 4 finals in a few days.  but there are things that are so much more important than getting good marks.  in the long run.. it really won't matter if i got a good mark in pharmacology.  what is God trying to teach me right now?  i'm definitely not into school at the moment.  this whole semester has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8993700174625779499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8993700174625779499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#8993700174625779499' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1612467582219130588</id><published>2009-05-18T12:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:09:35.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>buffalo trip!my first time to buffalo with some of my favourite ppl :)  highlights:getting bowled over at denny's :P80% off starbucks retail.cheesecake factory goodness!great trip!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1612467582219130588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1612467582219130588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1612467582219130588' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/ShGHXR5y2-I/AAAAAAAAAlM/7mU2FSBy-co/s72-c/IMG_6647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6945664802897810275</id><published>2009-05-11T23:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:41:10.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>updates...can't wait for this semester to be OVER. 16 more days.nursing is hard.miss home. i wanna go back to london.i love my lifespring family.twitter.. i once thought of as useless has turned out to be fun :Pstarted watching BSG. it's pretty fracking good. big bang theory too!florida after finals!!! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6945664802897810275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6945664802897810275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6945664802897810275' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5288598137826504969</id><published>2009-03-25T01:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:08:45.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want to go far, far away...away from regular life.just for a little while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5288598137826504969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5288598137826504969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5288598137826504969' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-696731992861058600</id><published>2009-03-16T23:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:51:08.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>family :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/696731992861058600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/696731992861058600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#696731992861058600' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Sb8doeaHZpI/AAAAAAAAAkU/EHerokKffEc/s72-c/IMG_6539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-838572961764436249</id><published>2009-03-13T11:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:43:18.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i started reading my old posts from the beginning of this school year.  man i was so excited about school and being in toronto in september.  that excitement has slowly disintegrated...  it's sad.  i guess it was inevitable tho.  the excitement and appeal of new experiences usually fades out.  the question now is.. do i try to rekindle the excitement or just go about life normally and hope that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/838572961764436249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/838572961764436249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#838572961764436249' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2952380402325275613</id><published>2009-02-11T23:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:19:32.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my pastor spoke about being broken for the presence of God last sunday. he shared a really great example from his life. my pastor's son cannot go to sleep without having his dad lay beside him. so even on nights when he's busy, he goes ..shuts his dad's laptop and makes him come lie with him. and they lie face to face, forehead to forehead until he falls asleep. and sometimes.. right before he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2952380402325275613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2952380402325275613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#2952380402325275613' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7084503096577088921</id><published>2009-02-09T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T00:59:34.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the glory of your presenceI find rest for my soulIn the depths of your loveI find peace makes me wholeI love, I love, I love your presenceI love, I love, I love you Jesus</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7084503096577088921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7084503096577088921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7084503096577088921' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-270272871683754348</id><published>2009-01-28T01:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:28:55.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a question has been brought to my attention recently that is quite challenging.what is the difference between me and my group of friends and non-christians? sometimes it seems like the only difference is that we pray before we eat. it's getting to me... what is the difference? i mean besides the obvious sunday school answers. we believe in Jesus and his saving work on the cross. we have the Holy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/270272871683754348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/270272871683754348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#270272871683754348' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8601839304629411114</id><published>2009-01-24T18:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:38:12.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the strike is ending!!!?  the question mark at the end indicates that little bit of lingering uncertainty.gonna be sooooo weird to be back at school.. altho very enjoyable.  having my classmate jules back and reminiscing about our first 2 months of school has been good times.. lots of laughs and fun times!.......... will finally resume.still reading that book from yp.. yes i'm an incredibly slow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8601839304629411114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8601839304629411114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#8601839304629411114' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6746659574810345134</id><published>2008-12-25T01:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T01:57:15.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've started to give high fives a lot this year. i find it's a fun and good way to connect with ppl about the simplest of things. you find out you have something in common with your co-worker.. high five! you agree about something with your friend.. high five! you reminisce about something from the past with your brother.. high five! i also hold my hand up for one just to greet ppl ..without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6746659574810345134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6746659574810345134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6746659574810345134' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SVMolZXfk8I/AAAAAAAAAhg/T8y4BZNHWSw/s72-c/mraz+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8023944425624934279</id><published>2008-12-09T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:57:08.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day 24 of the strike. i'm really thankful for all this time off that God's given us. gives me a chance to have quiet days at home like today! when the strike hit i was dancing for joy because it came at the most opportune time - the busiest time for my nursing program. and i seriously believed that God's grace was delivered again. but i've been thinking that there must be some greater reason for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8023944425624934279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8023944425624934279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8023944425624934279' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-290473838696660423</id><published>2008-12-06T01:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:15:54.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fb msg from sonj:just wanted to say hi to you... !and when i had that thought, i realized there were SO many venues i could do that in! here's a preliminary list:msn message!gtalk message!facebook message! (this one!)facebook WALL message!regular old email message!phone text message!call you on the phone!leave you a gtalk phone call!video chat with you on gtalk!leave you a facebook video </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/290473838696660423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/290473838696660423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#290473838696660423' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-205680632035860614</id><published>2008-11-28T11:36:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:09:13.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm supposed to be packing to go to london right now. instead i decided to blog. this is the side of me that my family hates. i guess i kinda hate it about myself too -- doing things when it is the LEAST OPTIMAL time to do it. therefore making me late or seem irresponsible. my brother also hates it that i can't plan things in advance. because he is such a planner in advancer. i dunno how he does </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/205680632035860614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/205680632035860614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#205680632035860614' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/STAj6hss1WI/AAAAAAAAAgE/AynNTGa6eh8/s72-c/IMG_5599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4574586753944290518</id><published>2008-11-26T19:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:45:10.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>day 15 of the strike. i'm still enjoying it. is that wrong? ignorance is bliss? blah blah blah...i went to get an oil change at walmart today. went all the way to vaughan. i guess i didn't mind the drive since i had the time. i usually try to take something out of any experience i have. let's see what i can get from today..so i get to the customer service counter at walmart's automotive dept. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4574586753944290518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4574586753944290518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4574586753944290518' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5828581303703918166</id><published>2008-11-20T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:20:01.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i work so hard tokeep in control whenall that i want is to let go.-- starfield</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5828581303703918166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5828581303703918166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5828581303703918166' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2977407072606252876</id><published>2008-11-18T01:17:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:48:48.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the weekend was just too awesome to not document! such a wonderful time celebrating jon and cheryl's wedding :Drehearsal @ MCBCyay yp's back! rehearsal dinner @ yang's lunch with chia &amp; sonj @ THE korean tofu place :Dlaptop party! random studying &amp; wedding workslove!the couple + GMs!jon &amp; cheryl duke it out - wii boxing style!health sci - REUNITE :Ddropping sonj off @ airport back @ THE korean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2977407072606252876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2977407072606252876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2977407072606252876' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SSJiHcxgIrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/604RDC9_ld8/s72-c/IMG_5334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5175286560563956059</id><published>2008-11-07T21:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:09:01.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i was walking home from work tonight and i saw this korean girl starting to wave at me. i thought it was my friend julia since she lives in the area. so i yell out "OMYGOSH!" .......take a few steps closer and the girl has this scared expression on her face and she brings her hands to her mouth.turns out it wasn't julia.she was waving at a guy that was behind me.LOOLLL :Pi told her i thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5175286560563956059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5175286560563956059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#5175286560563956059' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6498448050803414572</id><published>2008-11-06T01:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:32:23.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strike is on!!!i totally take back what i said about the strike. i wanted it to happen SO BADLY. and ..it did! woot! PTL :) i know i know.. it's still a pretty horrible situation. but when life hands you lemons.... make lemonade? or something. haha.yessss temporary breatherrrr.been working on some papers the past couple days. i'm learning more about how i handle schoolwork. and that i actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6498448050803414572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6498448050803414572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6498448050803414572' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4997735680289848289</id><published>2008-11-04T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:56:51.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Equanimity is the quality of being calm and even-tempered. It refers to an evenness of mind characterized by calm temper or firmness of mind: patience, composure, and a steadiness of the mind under stress. Cultivating equanimity during times of relative calm will help strengthen its application during times of increased stress and tension (Pipe, 2008). i love this word.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4997735680289848289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4997735680289848289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4997735680289848289' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4075237145244444119</id><published>2008-11-02T10:44:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:23:44.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been thinking about being more mindful about the things that i say. and then i read this.18"But the things that proceed out of the mouth come from the heart, and those defile the man. 19"For out of the heart come evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, fornications, thefts, false witness, slanders. 20"These are the things which defile the man; but to eat with unwashed hands does not defile the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4075237145244444119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4075237145244444119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4075237145244444119' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-318414771843150265</id><published>2008-10-29T19:49:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:41:58.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this day is bananas B-A-N-A-N-A-S! this line ran through my mind over and over again as i listened to my classmates talk about all the stuff we have to do for the next couple weeks. i'm not really one to stress.. but today i had a slight panic attack. just a little one. but the more there is to do.. the more i procrastinate! lol. hey gotta take care of the body first. eat and sleep is the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/318414771843150265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/318414771843150265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#318414771843150265' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SQj5nXfuLCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/pcUexOx9cRk/s72-c/n503229825_820647_6553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6021261032411985868</id><published>2008-10-27T20:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:45:01.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jason mraz and i have something in common!excerpt from his latest journal entry:P.S. I've decided I want those sneakers that have those hidden wheels in the bottom so I can skate around the airport like a child, in case you're wondering what to get me for Christmas.Love, Jason- Denver, Coloradoi've always wanted those wheely shoes! not to skate around airports.. but just ..around.i've never had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6021261032411985868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6021261032411985868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6021261032411985868' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2631305451030766567</id><published>2008-10-22T10:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:01:44.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i finally did it. slept in for class. i was waiting for this day to come! strangely.. i do not feel guilty. hahahaha. i love thisssssss. i need to start writing stuff down when i want to blog about it. now that i have some time to blog.. everything escapes me. sigh.we sang this song at church on sunday and i really liked it. i guess it's an old song but it's new to me. You are God alone from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2631305451030766567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2631305451030766567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2631305451030766567' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-192260009944263288</id><published>2008-10-03T01:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:10:54.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i get busy i think about how busy i am and it makes me more busy. i don't like it.yesterday the words "i hate my life" actually came out of my mouth. i said it too hastily.. while thinking about the many things that i have to do. but i regretted it right away. because i don't hate my life. the opposite is true! as was expressed a couple posts ago.. my life is good. because God has blessed me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/192260009944263288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/192260009944263288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#192260009944263288' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6264396261941062477</id><published>2008-09-23T23:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:06:06.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE nights at home to relax and catch up.LOVE meditative music to help me relax and catch up.LOVE uncontrollable/tired laughing during class.LOVE having groceries in the fridge.LOVE randomly seeing enoch today at finch and getting a hug when i really needed it.in other words.. i'm trying to praise God today and every day for the little things. because the big things are kind of scaring me at the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6264396261941062477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6264396261941062477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6264396261941062477' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6996024122707377163</id><published>2008-09-16T19:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:51:11.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been wanting to blog for at least a week now. man i miss it. i really want to be more regular with my posts but life gets in the way! but life is what gives me content for my posts.. so i guess that's ok haha.it's been a grrrreat first 2 weeks here in toronto. sooo much to share! so many thoughts and stories and people.first things first. it feels SO GOOD.. like REALLY GOOD.. no. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6996024122707377163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6996024122707377163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6996024122707377163' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2018975832055774581</id><published>2008-09-01T00:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:06:06.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bye bye london...i don't even know what to say. i'll just let jon foreman say it for me..Love Isn't Made - Jon ForemanAn hour ago I felt so low I almost drownedDriving around this messed up townIt's pretty, it's only I felt so lonelyAnd I knew all night I'd never find a face That could understand how much I miss you nowSo I arrive at the conclusion Love isn't made Love doesn't sell or payBut we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2018975832055774581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2018975832055774581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#2018975832055774581' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7723310690027789357</id><published>2008-08-01T00:49:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:44:59.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been one of those days... i just can't really explain the things that i've felt. but i'm so glad i read this again.When my heart was embittered And I was pierced within, Then I was senseless and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. Nevertheless I am continually with You; You have taken hold of my right hand. With Your counsel You will guide me, And afterward receive me to glory. Whom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7723310690027789357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7723310690027789357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#7723310690027789357' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7527900193755579135</id><published>2008-07-24T22:09:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:00:54.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy one year anniversary starbucks!my transfer to a toronto starbucks has been put in motion. i'm either gonna be at the yonge/finch location or starbucks head office itself! the district manager in toronto asked if i could handle the pressures of working at head office (as a barista). my response was yes! and so was my manager's. but do i want to handle those pressures? it would be fun.. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7527900193755579135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7527900193755579135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7527900193755579135' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SIk3glOw0KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2GpzOdm-BuU/s72-c/IMG_0741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4754207642868871540</id><published>2008-07-10T00:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:11:06.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a couple of convos i've had within the last couple weeks that illustrate what a great student i am...7:26 PM me: sorry for the delay in replies. i'm in class right now :P7:28 PM Shelby: no worries7:29 PM Shelby: haha me too =)7:31 PM me: HAHAHAH seriously?! awesomeShelby: oh we're good students ;)7:32 PM me: LOL i was just gonna say the same thing7:33 PM Shelby: haha(12:01 PM) theresa: altho i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4754207642868871540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4754207642868871540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4754207642868871540' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2455967155955280395</id><published>2008-07-09T00:51:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:02:35.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:Ojon foreman EPs!!!why didn't i know about these until now?!can't wait to get themmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2455967155955280395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2455967155955280395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2455967155955280395' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SHRD13uWy5I/AAAAAAAAATg/3cju3miLDgk/s72-c/jonforeman+fallwinter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1657535052599564006</id><published>2008-07-07T00:30:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:59:22.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a fun weekendspent the last 4 days in windsor and after that.. i must say i miss it there. i don't often miss my hometown. but this weekend made me remember what i do miss about that place - the people of course!congratulations to angela and wilkie who got married on friday. angela is one of my oldest friends and i was so happy to be part of her special day.it was great to have sharon back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1657535052599564006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1657535052599564006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#1657535052599564006' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SHGeeg9jWsI/AAAAAAAAATY/v-v7kt4W-RQ/s72-c/IMG_2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6441529790051675685</id><published>2008-06-26T21:44:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:23:00.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been listening to sermons from the pastor of this church called the meeting house. it's the "church for ppl who aren't into church" says the website. the pastor's name is bruxy cavey and i enjoy his preaching. during one sermon he was talking about moral maxims.. and how we should not use them as guides for life. why? because there tend to be contradictions with a lot of them. here are some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6441529790051675685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6441529790051675685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6441529790051675685' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SGRK1UoXq-I/AAAAAAAAASg/-csgi5Tp0PE/s72-c/IMG_2114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-919543557914537627</id><published>2008-06-21T15:11:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:08:56.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i got my official rejection letter from western a few days ago.Dear Theresa:Your application to the Compressed Time Frame Bachelor of Science in Nursing program was recently considered by the Admissions Committee. On behalf of the Committee, I write to inform you that you were not selected to fill one of the available positions in the program.The Committee realizes that some qualified candidates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/919543557914537627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/919543557914537627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#919543557914537627' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3668229251959802055</id><published>2008-06-19T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:07:57.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post is for justin lau.it's going to be about how to make my FAVOURITE drink at starbucks. i'd like to share with everyone how to order it when you're at starbucks. so please try it!a little background on this drink: last summer there was a drink called the dulche de leche latte. but when summer ended.. they took it away. i was sad. then one of my co-workers told me about a combination of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3668229251959802055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3668229251959802055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3668229251959802055' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8109931554488117703</id><published>2008-06-15T00:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:02:26.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know how to study anymore.you'd think that only being off from school for one semester's not that long. but it feels like i haven't studied in aaaaages. and now that i have to.. i just can't really bring myself to it. maybe i just need to get out of the house.. away from my computer :Pi'm gonna talk about my parents now. sometimes.. they bring me so much joy. other times they stress me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8109931554488117703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8109931554488117703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8109931554488117703' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SFSZj_knVHI/AAAAAAAAASI/K0BWV8R5OFo/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2455258117971279478</id><published>2008-06-13T22:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:04:06.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have the best job!after a week of not working at starbucks.. i start to miss it. and after going back.. i remember all the reasons why i love it there so much :)- my managers and co-workers are awesome- seeing regular customers and the fact that they know my name brings me joy- there's nothing like a white mocha and caramel latte during the first break of an open shift :)- samples galore!- it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2455258117971279478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2455258117971279478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2455258117971279478' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1081685278861813836</id><published>2008-05-28T23:00:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:16:45.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i did something really stupid. i will add it to the list of stupid things i've done. i guess i haven't done TOO many stupid things in my life. but i'll talk about a few that are worth mentioning.i've played around on a canoe too much.. making me and 3 friends capsize into some very murky/gross water.i've locked my keys inside my car with the engine still running. not once. but TWICE! i've 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5567754877092873694</id><published>2008-04-25T00:39:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:22:30.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>simple joyswhat a fun day yesterday :) a random group of us went to play laser tag (something i've been wanting to do since first year!).. such good times! i don't have pics of us there.. lois has those. but afterwards we had another night of downtown fun!inside talbot centre mall.. who knew that existed?and this time fun with advertisements in store windows.. after enjoying 4.99 pad thai from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5567754877092873694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5567754877092873694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5567754877092873694' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/SBFmHRVOdJI/AAAAAAAAARY/VjD0ZUfOVIA/s72-c/IMG_1623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3424223594260192040</id><published>2008-04-01T22:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:31:51.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was a great weekend filled with fellowship and fun!the girls - hikari's birthday dinner @ jambalaya. happy 19th hikari!after dinner a bunch of us went to coffee culture.and yes.  that is a starbucks cup on the table.  starbucks even in coffee culture! karina wanted a honey latte.  just can't get away from it!  and then some more downtown fun! during the walk back to my car we decided to have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3424223594260192040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3424223594260192040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#3424223594260192040' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/R_Ls_C9EbeI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ENMqTCp0G-c/s72-c/IMG_1483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1861578953793516765</id><published>2008-03-26T11:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:20:39.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maaan too many things happening in toronto in the next month!apr 11-12: 24 hour prayerapr 12: TC volunteers appreciation nightapr 15: drive mom and dad to airportapr 27: jason mraz concert (*excitement*!!)may 4: acf reunionhow can i do all these things? answer - i can't. the only solution? ...........move to toronto!? it's an idea that's been presented by so many friends over the years. at this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1861578953793516765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1861578953793516765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1861578953793516765' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/R-p2ly9EbaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zipc40HkI5k/s72-c/IMG_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5908840420620613331</id><published>2008-03-05T00:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:51:15.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God never asks us to do anything we can do...something i read in sit, walk, stand. made me think of something i've often heard in sermons or among christians talking which is..God never asks us to do anything we can't do.contradicting statements? at first i thought so. but after a little bit more thought.. not so much!the first one from sit, walk, stand is explained by nee:He asks us to live a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5908840420620613331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5908840420620613331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5908840420620613331' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4179109419347631847</id><published>2008-03-01T01:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:53:33.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so tired. but i don't want to sleep.hmm.. almost 2 months since my last post. it's not that life has been boring. quite the opposite actually. and it's not like i don't want to post. i guess i just don't really think to post anymore.hmm.. blogging seems so foreign right now. i'm trying to remember what used to go through my mind when i wrote blogs. how much to disclose.....only 2 months since</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4179109419347631847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4179109419347631847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4179109419347631847' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7555795620031321571</id><published>2008-01-07T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:47:05.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, Nor stand in the path of sinners, Nor sit in the seat of scoffers! But his delight is in the law of the LORD, And in His law he meditates day and night. He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water,Which yields its fruit in its season And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers. Psalm 1:1-3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7555795620031321571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7555795620031321571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7555795620031321571' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/R4J6xZpY9bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/NRnvx5bWvlo/s72-c/streams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3206754165190164053</id><published>2007-12-23T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:47:33.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been 10 days since exams ended... already!? wowzers.life is just passing before my very eyes.. and it's all i can do to just keep them open. dren and shirley surprised me with a visit yesterday!! well done i must say. well done. i was coming to terms with the fact that i wouldn't get to see shirley at all this christmas season. and BAM! the Lord blesses them with time to come down to london.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3206754165190164053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3206754165190164053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3206754165190164053' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/R28bDJpY9YI/AAAAAAAAAPI/V0MM7_CoFzA/s72-c/IMG_0508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1407356978574361947</id><published>2007-12-13T23:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:47:47.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the time has come. hello kitty knows best! ahahaa..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1407356978574361947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1407356978574361947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1407356978574361947' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/R2IKUppY9XI/AAAAAAAAAPA/o_FQW6soRCU/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6765324056565867557</id><published>2007-12-12T11:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:49:40.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dialogue between me and satan last night..satan: you don't have enough time..me: but i thought i did.satan: you can't concentrate anyways.. just give up.me: but what kind of a christian would that make me?satan: you're gonna fail. you're a failure..me: i am a failure.. how did i let this happen?*time goes by.. *panic attack.. but......the LORD intervenes!i continue studying.. sleep. i wake up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6765324056565867557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6765324056565867557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6765324056565867557' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2508518758931270368</id><published>2007-12-10T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:50:47.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here are some of my favourite videos i've discovered this semester. for your procrastination pleasure.....this one i found under related videos when i searched for wongfu's yellow fever. watch until the song starts.. the asian guy's facial expressions make me LOL. he's pretty cute too.this one's for any nacho libre fans out there. this kid is so flippin cute! and he's got mad skillz too. when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2508518758931270368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2508518758931270368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2508518758931270368' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-290718329902058630</id><published>2007-12-07T14:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:53:14.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so many exciting things going on.. it's hard to sit down, concentrate, and just study.i was able to catch up with yp a bit at church last sunday. i shared with him that God had answered prayers that he had prayed for me last year. and he also shared with me how God is working in a family member of his that i prayed for last year. it's such a wonderful joy to see the fruits of God's hand at work..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/290718329902058630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/290718329902058630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#290718329902058630' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2010723278108831147</id><published>2007-12-04T14:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:53:31.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>with a whole semester's worth of work on my hands and my mind still in somewhat of a scattered state..... i sit here at gov pub in weldon.. the snow falling so heavily outside.. listening to my newly purchased charlie brown christmas cd.. and i'm just smiling my face off :)something about today is just so great. maybe it was the awesome i conversation i just had with a brother. maybe it's because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2010723278108831147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2010723278108831147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2010723278108831147' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2468258738655214093</id><published>2007-11-13T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:54:05.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another fun-filled crazy and blessed weekend has come and gone! what a delight it was to have good friends come back. it was so awesome to see how excited everyone was to see them return.. the community that we share is truly a testament of God's love :) walking downtown with just and erns, @ eastsides with dren and dor!oldies dinner @ thaifoondowntown picture-taking fun with the boys :)group </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2468258738655214093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2468258738655214093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2468258738655214093' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rzk1cZ7UKpI/AAAAAAAAAOg/sBpdEtMxUtg/s72-c/threes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1848012631879685217</id><published>2007-11-06T22:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:58:52.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Language ideology among dominant white social groups in the US sees directness as a virtue, indirectness as at best a waste of time and often as an impediment to effective communication. -- Eckert &amp; McConnell-Gineti read this in my language and gender textbook and i think it is sooooo true. altho it goes on to say that women are the ones who practice indirectness more than men.. "why doesn't she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1848012631879685217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1848012631879685217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1848012631879685217' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7117901303164086082</id><published>2007-10-31T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:59:08.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after a week filled with midterms.. the weekend was definitely just what i needed to unwind :) although it was tiring ..it was VERY well worth it!my best friends - christine and angela came to london for a long overdue visit last thursday. i'd been trying to get them to come for a looong time and they finally did! and it was good times. i don't laugh with anyone the way i do with them :P they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7117901303164086082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7117901303164086082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#7117901303164086082' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Ryf_3TptFZI/AAAAAAAAANI/AIz4Om6-p2I/s72-c/squares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8229370708703442147</id><published>2007-10-24T00:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:59:20.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know when you're having a conversation with someone.. and you can't think of something good to say in response to them? but then you think of something like an hour later? i hate that.we saw a bunch of middle-aged koreans eating at crabby's tonight. such an odd sight. you never see older asians hanging out at a place like crabby's. someone joked that they're like acf.. 20 years from now. or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8229370708703442147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8229370708703442147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#8229370708703442147' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5605885308523183357</id><published>2007-10-21T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:59:32.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someone talked about having balance today in SS. a good balance between school and spiritual life. we always talk about it. but i started thinking.. do we really want a balance? like a good dose of each..? shouldn't we want like.. a lot more of God in our lives so that our life is sorta like an imbalance in favour of God? like.. there would be more God than anything else in your life. wouldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5605885308523183357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5605885308523183357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5605885308523183357' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RxwIgS9bd5I/AAAAAAAAANA/HIyzZD-6eBA/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8466065709826275863</id><published>2007-09-27T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:59:48.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the life of a part-time student and barista has been relatively enjoyable this month of september. started off pretty busy.. but things are sort of levelling off now. trying to stay on top of school and working lots still gives me time to hang out with ppl :)God continues to be good. using these verses to speak to me lately..Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8466065709826275863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8466065709826275863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#8466065709826275863' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RvwPHy9bdyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/LV4m8kBsnBE/s72-c/DSC08974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-107917920566794778</id><published>2007-09-12T23:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:00:05.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phone conversation with victoria...victoria (multitasking): this hole punching is really thrilling me. have you done any hole punching lately?theresa: no. but i emptied my 3-hole punch before i moved so that it wouldn't get any white things in my box.victoria: that's a good idea.*laughter ensues as we both realize how lame our conversation is*Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/107917920566794778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/107917920566794778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#107917920566794778' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6438115684545349564</id><published>2007-09-04T19:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:00:18.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been awhile! so our move is pretty much complete. just settling in.. still lotsa boxes around. altho it didn't go the SMOOTHEST.. PTL still that we have this house to live in. it's definitely more comfortable and enjoyable than the apartment.i came across a couple pictures while moving that were lost behind my bed/dresser that made me smile :)this is angela, sharon, christine, and me at lake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6438115684545349564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6438115684545349564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6438115684545349564' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rt3tKfPWFlI/AAAAAAAAALA/RefT_TwFLZ8/s72-c/BC+143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2006706112496229235</id><published>2007-08-14T00:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:00:33.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 weeks! ..till we move into our new house :D woot! the excitement builds. today we went to check it out and it was the first time i went inside since they've semi-finished the inside with the walls painted and stuff. took some pics to compare with about a month ago. quite a difference.. lotsa progress! can't wait! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2006706112496229235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2006706112496229235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2006706112496229235' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RsFA_0D-XbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/KXIuqx1yXq0/s72-c/house+outside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5653788901769606698</id><published>2007-08-12T00:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:00:46.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i almost think that the way i've been feeling these last 3 months has manifested itself in my physical health these past few days. somaticizer.. that's the term for ppl who express their feelings through bodily symptoms.i feel like andrew largeman in garden state. so numb to everything.my eating is all messed up. i have no appetite. can't enjoy what things taste like even tho i do taste it. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5653788901769606698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5653788901769606698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5653788901769606698' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4838177571313744724</id><published>2007-08-01T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:02:03.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>strange thought occured to me the other day. you know when you have a disapproving or judgmental thought about someone. i think of how i have these thoughts about other ppl. but it came to my mind that ppl might also have those thoughts about me. actually not might.. i'm sure ppl do have those thoughts about me. it was like something new to me. i've never thought about how ppl may be judging me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4838177571313744724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4838177571313744724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4838177571313744724' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6250958310399033291</id><published>2007-07-29T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:33:54.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to LGT's evening service tonight. after worship the pastor had a burden to pray for the young men of the church because he felt that they were being attacked by the enemy. so he was praying.. but all of a sudden he got really loud and passionate and it kind of startled me. then he started saying "i release faith upon you" (to the young men). and he said it over and over. and i thought.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6250958310399033291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6250958310399033291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6250958310399033291' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rq1IiUD-XaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0w8cSKWls3U/s72-c/fishtoons04.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2183135093795225433</id><published>2007-07-26T23:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:34:09.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wowzers! look at how short my friends list got when i deleted everyone who doesn't blog anymore. kinda sad. even tho some of the ones i left up don't really blog much anymore.. i left the ones i think still have HOPE to keep blogging and of course the ones who i know still blog and i read regularly. however if i have taken you off and you resume blogging.. please notify me so i can keep up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2183135093795225433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2183135093795225433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2183135093795225433' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RqlhwED-XZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4LKrW21ULXg/s72-c/fishtoons02.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6344157813220064452</id><published>2007-07-25T13:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:34:27.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm officially a starbucks baristaaaaaaa :D started yesterday and i must say it was quite the enjoyable first day! my manager is reeeally cool and stressed that we should have FUN while working. i think i'm really gonna enjoy it there. we made a bunch of these yesterday..and sampled them ALL.. wooo. i love fraps!great weekend in toronto for jennay's baptism and dren's bday! i don't have pictures </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6344157813220064452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6344157813220064452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6344157813220064452' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RqeMlED-XWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ZRjXVIfRNxI/s72-c/frap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3522214008696599381</id><published>2007-07-18T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:34:48.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just want to share some stories about how cute my parents are.my dad has this week off work so i've been seeing a lot more of him. sometimes i really get a kick out of my parents doing funny things. like today at lunch.. my mom's in the kitchen and me and my dad are at the table. my dad says the word "long" in our conversation and all of a sudden my mom breaks out into song "loooong ago and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3522214008696599381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3522214008696599381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3522214008696599381' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3697925762114296737</id><published>2007-07-17T19:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:35:18.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dad knows that i'm running low on funds right now. so he walks into my room this morning and tells me he put money into my account for me. i never have to ask my parents for money. they just know when i need it. reminded me of this verse.Do not be like them, for your Father knows what you need before you ask him. Matthew 6:8my parents are really great that way. and God is really great that way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3697925762114296737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3697925762114296737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3697925762114296737' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rp1YaSLaGVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PvOKyQ-lxFw/s72-c/fishtoons08.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5242366725412312715</id><published>2007-07-14T15:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:35:59.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been kinda MIA lately. the life that is mine has not been too eventful. it's my first FULL weekend in london since the beginning of summer and i can't say that much about it.. haha. i'm bored. it seems like i need to go somewhere else or ppl need to come to london in order for me to have a good time. otherwise.. it's me sitting here in my room. twiddling my thumbs.hahaha.. ok i guess it's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5242366725412312715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5242366725412312715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5242366725412312715' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RpkmuyLaGUI/AAAAAAAAAJw/qu_l_fgFCWA/s72-c/starbucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-3891407440376617980</id><published>2007-07-03T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:36:46.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went back to windsor on the weekend for my ah ba and ma's wedding! i've known rich and ada for a looong time and have had many good times with them. it was such a blessing to be a part of their special day :) so this weekend was probably the last of a string of many weekends i've been outside of london. the next couple months won't be as eventful as may/june.. boo. what will i do with myself now?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3891407440376617980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/3891407440376617980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3891407440376617980' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RoqbBEN68SI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iK1lipr22gk/s72-c/P6300037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5397409678035554795</id><published>2007-06-26T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:37:11.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't like doing things i don't want to do. i don't like when ppl try to make me do things i don't want to do. who does?! the feeling is just so horrible.. when someone tries to to get you to agree on something that you know you're not gonna do.. but they just won't stop. i know i can be stubborn but sometimes it can be justified?and then i thought today.. life is sometimes just about sucking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5397409678035554795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5397409678035554795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5397409678035554795' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RoCjaRP3FtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sGfmSSirXOE/s72-c/DSC09798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1254035387170432188</id><published>2007-06-19T18:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:37:33.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my plans for september have finally been settled. i'll be back at western for a 5th year. probably only one semester. so for those of you who read this.. you don't have to ask me now! yaay. there was some disappointment of course but in a way i'm kinda looking fwd to going back. i don't have to say bye to western campus life yet.. which i would've missed and will miss A LOT. and of course i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1254035387170432188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1254035387170432188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1254035387170432188' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RnhjEBP3FsI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ilNgmZ-6Vl0/s72-c/DSC09640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8879947470158291574</id><published>2007-06-13T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:38:08.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>self-pity is the deadly enemy of our generation.how true is this?! how many times do we feel sorry for ourselves because we don't get what we want? or because things don't go the way we had hoped making our lives just a bit harder. there are so many cases that self-pity can be applied to in our generation:your parents are making you do something you don't want to do. you didn't get into grad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8879947470158291574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8879947470158291574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8879947470158291574' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5781259551036622465</id><published>2007-06-11T01:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:38:35.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>muahaha in one day.. i managed to get pictures of 2 different ppl holding KNIVES! and it's 2 ppl i don't get to see very often nowadays too! woot :Djon lin - steak knife extraordinaire cora - master of the meat cleaver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5781259551036622465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5781259551036622465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5781259551036622465' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RmzllBP3FlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fThuRU8wN8s/s72-c/DSC09591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5277290854475703845</id><published>2007-06-09T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:38:59.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm getting pretty excited about moving at the end of the summer. we went to go look at our new house today.. the frame is up and windows and doors are in. still awhile before it's all done being built tho. but it was cool to hang out there for awhile! and especially on such a beautiful day. i sat on the porch of the house across from us.. just looking at the house. picturing what it will be like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5277290854475703845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5277290854475703845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5277290854475703845' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8467161209994771380</id><published>2007-06-08T22:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:05:14.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>patience must be joined to your faith or you will miss the timing of the Lord.something i read in the book i'm reading right now that hit me quite hard. even though it's something that i know and have known for awhile.. it's something that can always be re-learned. especially when there are a lot of things to wait for right now.i guess i can try to define serious awkwardness.. :Pit's when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8467161209994771380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8467161209994771380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8467161209994771380' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-879155676119698643</id><published>2007-06-06T23:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:05:48.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like i've been having way too much fun this summer.. fun that is not balanced by any kind of work or school :PUNITED concert was soo sooooo good. ahh.. what an amazing time of worship. really didn't want it to end. been learning about their ministries recently.. and wow what a passionate group of ppl dedicated to making God's name known! in the words of phil dooley.. if you've got Jesus, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/879155676119698643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/879155676119698643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#879155676119698643' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rmd_QRP3FfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fpc7R8-nuD8/s72-c/DSC09431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-639077613241296241</id><published>2007-05-29T23:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:06:53.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beng away last week felt like a lot longer than just a week. i feel like i've missed out on a lot. it was great getting away tho! some pics from the trip to BC..girls night out at stanley park!best sashimi i've ever had! mm so satisfying. i can't get over it! :Pshopping at metrotown!at richmond night marketat the receptionthe end of the night - angela, sharon, christine, mebeen thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/639077613241296241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/639077613241296241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#639077613241296241' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/Rl0Ljyq4LrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QrqUosW1dGk/s72-c/DSC09163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6238477192655198880</id><published>2007-05-17T22:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:07:17.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man.. once i get started i almost can't stop. because i'm moving at the end of the summer.. i've been slowly going through my room and throwing out stuff i no longer need. and that's A LOT of stuff. it's pretty unlike me to start so early since i usually leave this stuff to the last minute. but i've actually been enjoying going through my old stuff..tonight i sat for awhile debating whether or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6238477192655198880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6238477192655198880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6238477192655198880' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7157770567334143529</id><published>2007-05-16T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:07:38.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>inactivity breeds many many thoughts...what would happen if you verbalized your every single thought and feeling? i'm not gonna elaborate on this..i've been watching a lot of scrubs lately. JD said this in one episode..owning your burdens is half the battle.made me think of how we as brothers and sisters are supposed to bear one another's burdens. yes you can own your burdens as in.. they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7157770567334143529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7157770567334143529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7157770567334143529' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-5431890354930979486</id><published>2007-05-14T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:07:55.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>health party has long since been over but the memory lives on :) for your downloading pleasure.. here is the video that was shown at HP. PLUS! extra bonus never-before-seen footage! :Phttp://www.gigasize.com/get.php/-1100971298/HPfinalebloopers.wmvthe video is about 8 mins long. hopefully the link works. enjoooy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5431890354930979486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/5431890354930979486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5431890354930979486' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-6322783742829748671</id><published>2007-05-11T00:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:09:12.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was updating my notebook of spiritual learnings and came across something that barry usher said to ACF a long time ago..our change will not be done until we get to heaven.amen to that! thank God that he continually changes us. it's when we are open to being changed that he blesses us. words of rebuke and encouragement (when they contain truth and are motivated by love) should bring about action</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6322783742829748671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/6322783742829748671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6322783742829748671' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2999210098350788490</id><published>2007-05-07T01:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:09:32.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>possibly the last official p&amp;r tonight.. :( all good things must come to an end? what an awesome night it was too. since a lot of ppl weren't there i'll post here a little bit about what i shared. it'll be the condensed version so i apologize if it seems choppy and disorganized.This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2999210098350788490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2999210098350788490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2999210098350788490' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-7440881360509997554</id><published>2007-05-01T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:10:26.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been almost exactly one week since my exams finished. and it has been one hardcore week of fun. crAZy. it was great to be able to spend time with ppl before they left but really tiring to be out all day and night every day. time well spent and worth it tho! and sleep can always be caught up on later :P goodbyes were long and drawn out with ppl leaving every day.. sigh. but of course they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7440881360509997554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/7440881360509997554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#7440881360509997554' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RjfZ_ka4C1I/AAAAAAAAADI/eFJEbi6acvU/s72-c/DSC08690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2400374573478315533</id><published>2007-04-22T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:10:41.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this has been the most relaxed and fun exam period i've ever had. how appropriate that it's the last one of my undergrad career :DRomans 8:24-27For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2400374573478315533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2400374573478315533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2400374573478315533' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-9191937844540477427</id><published>2007-04-15T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:10:59.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i left the library around 815 tonight to go to p&amp;r against my better judgment (whatever that is! :P). as i walked back to my car i felt so excited to be out of the library and heading to p&amp;r. driving there.. i thought to myself.. hmm i hope it will be good so it'll justify me going instead of studying. why did i ever doubt? within seconds of walking into the room and greeted by enoch's 2 handed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/9191937844540477427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/9191937844540477427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#9191937844540477427' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-876587129239751134</id><published>2007-04-06T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:11:17.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after a somewhat burdensome week.. it's nice to rest in the Lord and be reminded of His goodness.Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8i've been thinking about and praying this verse lately. what a person allows to occupy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/876587129239751134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/876587129239751134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#876587129239751134' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8374017544520461650</id><published>2007-03-29T17:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:11:38.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oooh the sight of jon running with 2 backpacks (his and mine) and my poor daffodil flopping about in his hand while i'm struggling to ride his bike....TOO FUNNY.hahahahaaa. i thought i was gonna fall off his bike from laughing :Ppraise God for the community He's given me here. loving, genuine sisters who pray for me and wise, protective brothers who speak words of truth and encouragement :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8374017544520461650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8374017544520461650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8374017544520461650' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8363993925411077388</id><published>2007-03-17T02:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:11:52.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know when ppl say "that made my day". i think i can say that about a lot of things i did today :Dawesome morning prayer meeting with the second years. karina, shirley, and jeff. campus hifi breakfast with the remnant of prayer meeting ppls.. shirley and jeff + addons! enoch and dren. woot! first time there. so goooood. yummy-ness and big portions! i love when i get to do stuff like that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8363993925411077388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8363993925411077388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8363993925411077388' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-4653193544037292811</id><published>2007-03-15T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:43:13.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sooo i've been forced to think about the future recently. booo suckage. haha.. change. moving on. *sigh* thoughts leading to other thoughts. and i found myself sharing last friday at prayer meeting that i wouldn't mind being the wife of a pastor someday :P and that led to the hilariousness and confusion (on my part) of yun ping saying that he wouldn't mind being the husband of a pastor's wife </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4653193544037292811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/4653193544037292811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4653193544037292811' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RfoSfhCH_gI/AAAAAAAAACk/vERUEBDE4mI/s72-c/DSC07959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-155948198559272719</id><published>2007-03-12T01:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:14:02.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm pretty sure i just drank a bug. oh gross. i saw a bug in my cup of water last night before i went to bed. but i was too lazy to rinse it out. so i thought to myself.. i'll do it tmrw. but i just took a drink from it without remembering about the bug.. and felt something go down my throat.. other than water. eww.haven't posted a picture in awhile..4th years UNITE!                 it was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/155948198559272719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/155948198559272719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#155948198559272719' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x_NZJ4V2GhI/RfTorhCH_fI/AAAAAAAAACc/9hILMMaXp24/s72-c/DSC07955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-628976761972448419</id><published>2007-03-03T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:14:28.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading the salt and light passage in matthew about being a light of the world, a city on a hill that cannot be hidden. so it made me remember this old song.. i don't even remember what it's called but it's about the city on a hill passage. so i find the cd (conveniently called CITY ON A HILL :D).. pop it in and remember that there's a WHOLE BUNCH of other awesome songs on this cd. wow. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/628976761972448419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/628976761972448419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#628976761972448419' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2674476951142500363</id><published>2007-03-02T01:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:14:47.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love these carefree days. they're so good because you're not bound or restricted by any kind of schedule. i also love it because i can let my mind wander without feeling guilty (like i do in class or when i'm studying).i had a dream the other night. (wow i actually remember a dream!) bj novak (ryan from the office) was in my class. and i couldn't copy down what the teacher wrote on the board in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2674476951142500363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2674476951142500363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2674476951142500363' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-8050345908105009643</id><published>2007-02-21T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:58:02.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>song of the moment: copeland - when finally set freeFeel the pain teaching us how much more we can takeReminding us how far we've comeLet the pain burn away from our heartsWe have time to start all over again (3x)Well if you would shine your love down here oh Make our hearts as perfect as newOh if you would shine your love down here ohI promise I'll reflect it right back at youOh I promise I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8050345908105009643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/8050345908105009643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8050345908105009643' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-1859785634651306210</id><published>2007-02-18T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T16:02:01.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is so bad.  all i wanna do right now is drink tea and watch the office.  gaah.  i have no stamina whatsoever when it comes to staying up when i'm tired.. or studying.  this is baaad. hey guess what.  you know the white hair growing out of my arm?  it's STILL THERE!  i haven't been it in awhile. but last night i looked down.. and there it was!  and it's gotten longer :P  woot.it's such a nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1859785634651306210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/1859785634651306210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1859785634651306210' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311358.post-2746015533091935770</id><published>2007-02-13T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:13:04.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was reading my health psych textbook. it says that one study estimated that, by age 80, the amount of additional life attributable to aerobic excercise is between 1 and 2 years.and i'm reminded again about my sedentary lifestyle :Pso i started thinking.. would i really want to lengthen my life? even by 1 or 2 years.. would it be worth it? on one hand those 1 or 2 years could be so blessed and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2746015533091935770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311358/posts/default/2746015533091935770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawong.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2746015533091935770' title=''/><author><name>theresa :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04752892698479292567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
