<?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-13694829</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:11:30.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making A Difference</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6904870808814497068</id><published>2010-11-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:43:52.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing weight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/TNlMguszc0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uv4KXk3SnTs/s1600/091120101521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/TNlMguszc0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uv4KXk3SnTs/s400/091120101521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537541342004212546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They say “An apple a day keeps the doctor away”, but I say “an apple a day keeps the fat fat away”… Haha… I’d rather be skinny yet healthy than chomping undesirable “substance” which will lead to routine purging… I recently happened to sniff upon some nauseating stench, afterwhich witnessed some disgusting sight. Ooh, and minutes later heard some undesirable news. Since I’ve been a small eater since the first surgery 3yrs ago, just one full apple a day is “sap sap water”, hehe… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The secret to staying full and not crave for food? Drink lots and lots and lots and lots of water… And go pee lots and lots and lots and lots, wahaha… Don’t believe me? Try it!! I can proudly say that I survived the 30-hour Famine without a single bite but solely on plain water… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6904870808814497068?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6904870808814497068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6904870808814497068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6904870808814497068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6904870808814497068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/losing-weight.html' title='Losing weight...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/TNlMguszc0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Uv4KXk3SnTs/s72-c/091120101521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6971280557854777257</id><published>2010-11-05T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T17:16:33.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ET Returns??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Contemplation on whether or not I should get to blogging again... After ditching this blog for www.elaineteo.com three years ago, of which it was long dead, I am now struggling with the option of whether I should come back to blogging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It would require deliberate effort to keep this blogging habit a momentum. We'll see how things go, but at the mo, I want to try something which will help me earn more money. Feedbacks will come later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ET takes off for now, but ET will be back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6971280557854777257?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6971280557854777257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6971280557854777257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6971280557854777257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6971280557854777257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/et-returns.html' title='The ET Returns??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-365164142540916638</id><published>2008-11-03T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:45:29.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 10 years!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SQ3ZD8LP4MI/AAAAAAAAAho/9ibMwuzhYuA/s1600-h/IMGP0173+ii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SQ3ZD8LP4MI/AAAAAAAAAho/9ibMwuzhYuA/s400/IMGP0173+ii.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264102201182118082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday marked our first decade. Celebrating 10 years of friendship with someone who has been one of my best buddies since ages ago. Someone whom I can count on to pull me up when I am down, cheer me up when I am emo-ing, hear me out when I just feel like crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you manage to be such good friends with someone from the opposite gender? Younger than you pulak tu? You want to know how? Transparency is the answer. There is no hindrance to us chatting about anything. Waiting for our makan session tomorrow, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai lo, thanks for everything!! Blessed 10th year!! I pray that you will always be blessed inside out with His richest blessings. May your wishes &amp;amp; dreams come true in His perfect timing. Don’t forget to spill any and all good news to me, wahaha xP See you tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-365164142540916638?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/365164142540916638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=365164142540916638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/365164142540916638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/365164142540916638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrating-10-years.html' title='Celebrating 10 years!!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SQ3ZD8LP4MI/AAAAAAAAAho/9ibMwuzhYuA/s72-c/IMGP0173+ii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-827856739884021160</id><published>2008-10-25T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T02:07:18.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointments…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="OLE_LINK3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If it has been my passion, why is it dying? If it has been what I aspired to do as a ministry, why is it fading? Am I disappointed with situations or life itself? No denying my failures in my job. I am no parent, therefore no experience. I am no certified teacher, therefore no hands-on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Spare the rod, spoil the child” What, then, is expected of me? A teacher? A mother? All in one? Don’t expect to throw your child to the teacher, and let her do all the disciplining when all the parent does is spoil him by not spanking him when a mistake is done. Time is the factor. Have you got enough time for the kiddos in your hands? If I am in the liberty, all I want to do is spank them hard! All I want to do is whack them out of their skins to make them realize how irritating it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments stay with the fact that expectations are piling, and responsibilities are mounting. Yet achievements are out of discussion. To top that up with a troubling medical condition, I am hoping I won’t go into a fit, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-827856739884021160?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/827856739884021160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=827856739884021160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/827856739884021160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/827856739884021160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/disappointments.html' title='Disappointments…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4628051040312995317</id><published>2008-10-05T18:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:34:12.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guidelines…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERMON TOPIC:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ALIGNMENT SERIES X: Alignment With God’s Plan – God honoring Courtship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Principles of God-Honoring Courtship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.        Seek council first before going steady &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Proverbs 15:22)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ~~ Let the mind lead, not the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.        Do not be unequally yoked&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(2 Corinthians 6:14)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~~ A good result from a wrong decision does not make the decision right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.        A period of truly knowing and appreciating each other better&lt;br /&gt;          -   dreams, visions and goals&lt;br /&gt;          -   beliefs, convictions and values&lt;br /&gt;          -   likes &amp;amp; dislikes, preferences &amp;amp; differences&lt;br /&gt;          -   expectations (roles &amp;amp; responsibilities)&lt;br /&gt;          -   motivations &amp;amp; morals&lt;br /&gt;          -   heritage &amp;amp; legacies (“this is what I remember about him/her”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.        A serious period to prepare for marriage&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Malachi 2:14-16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.   Put God first in the relationship &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Proverbs 19:21, 15:33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      -   Cultivate a fear of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      The importance of the Christian community &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hebrews 10:25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.      Seek to build healthy and wholesome relationship&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(1 Thess 4:3-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         -   &lt;em&gt;“Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, think about such things. If anything is exellent or praiseworthy, think about such things.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Philippians&lt;/em&gt; 4:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4628051040312995317?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4628051040312995317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4628051040312995317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4628051040312995317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4628051040312995317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/guidelines.html' title='Guidelines…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4372766531944699825</id><published>2008-10-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:46:10.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SOdzZ-OQ1LI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tZWeVFjbNaU/s1600-h/zheng+qu+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SOdzZ-OQ1LI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tZWeVFjbNaU/s400/zheng+qu+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253294380387718322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing, Grace :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4372766531944699825?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4372766531944699825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4372766531944699825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4372766531944699825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4372766531944699825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-sharing-grace-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SOdzZ-OQ1LI/AAAAAAAAAXg/tZWeVFjbNaU/s72-c/zheng+qu+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4736715225257231269</id><published>2008-09-30T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:28:10.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job...</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, we played an ice breaker for WELCOME session. “Share with us your dream job or a career that you wished you had or wanted to do.” A variety of dream jobs to select from, and mine was to be a counselor. Such a job suited me, a person who doesnt really love to talk much. Even when around people, I would more often be found listening than joining in the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the counselor in me had a chance to prove itself. One of my students showed excitement when talikng about his mother. Little did he know that it will stir up emotions of my dear 宝仪. Having been her teacher and friend for exactly 9 months now, I knew that the one thing she is most emotional about is her mother. Every time this scene takes place, I will be nervous inside for I am not sure of what I should really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do was just hug her and let her cry. I am in no position to counsel her in this area because I am not in her shoes. From the classroom to the “car park”. There is nothing I can do, but every time such things happen, I am moved to say a prayer for her. That is all I can do. Yes, my dream job (next to a newscaster) is to be a cxxxxxxxr. Actually this reminds me of the times 宝仪 also did her share in being my listener. When I had the “issue”, she was my faithful friend. I wasnt asking for much, all I wanted was someone to listen to my craps back in January through May. Though she may be a very young teenager, she understood my dilemma, and was concern for all that I was going through. 宝仪，谢谢你在我需要支持的时候，都一直在我身边!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know that on the same night, Wai Ling suddenly buzzed me on msn asking me to call her. I didn’t know that she was going through all that she was going through. But here again, she was sharing her heart. Haha. Don’t know why, very lately, ever since Andrew played the ice breaker in cell, I feel the tugging and nudging to research counseling courses. Is it something I am supposed to pray about? What say You, Lord? Dream? Fantasy? Assumptions? Escapes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Addition: As of 20:17:47, I got a call from him. I could not help shivering with excitement and nervousness at the same time. It is something I should be praying hard about and acting fast (if it ever was the Lord’s will)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4736715225257231269?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4736715225257231269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4736715225257231269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4736715225257231269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4736715225257231269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-job.html' title='Dream Job...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-1372179855791751898</id><published>2008-09-21T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:50:53.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 1 = 2 new souls in heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUtNiHLLLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I0-7k_E666E/s1600-h/DSC00254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248150651288628402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUtNiHLLLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I0-7k_E666E/s400/DSC00254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within one week, 2 souls were added into the kingdom of God... The Bible says that when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUs-066AKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7kCYSnnbyFE/s1600-h/connor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248150398639407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUs-066AKI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7kCYSnnbyFE/s400/connor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUs4u8R7RI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-mixv9-3qH4/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248150293955341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUs4u8R7RI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-mixv9-3qH4/s400/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-1372179855791751898?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1372179855791751898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=1372179855791751898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1372179855791751898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1372179855791751898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-1-2-new-souls-in-heaven.html' title='1 + 1 = 2 new souls in heaven...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SNUtNiHLLLI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I0-7k_E666E/s72-c/DSC00254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5959737082160069868</id><published>2008-09-14T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:21:35.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>幸福靠自己争取。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;今天，“爱的路上，你和我”，一开头，秀贞姐就说这一句了。。我非常同意！！幸福靠自己争取！整个节目里，虽然我在听他们2位的对话，可是我脑里一直重复以上那 7 个字。。我不懂怎样解释我那时候的感受，可是我只知道，我真的很喜欢那 7 个字，哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来，我也写了sms，想发送。。可是一个sms 5 毛钱。。5 毛钱对我来说，可以 send 50 个 sms 了。。所以，还是听话的，不 send 了。。就让它只不过是一个对自己的提醒吧：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“节目刚刚开始，秀贞说了一句‘幸福靠自己争取。’&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;我很认同！爱情是两个人的事情，最感动就是，男女&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;都一起面对快乐悲伤。当那一个人在面对困难时，相&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;信也最渴望的就是在他身边有个人来陪伴着他一起克&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;服每一个难关！要记住哦，幸福靠自己争取的。美门&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;的 DJ 们，多多加油吧！” ～ elaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;童话&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;忘了有多久，再没听到你&lt;br /&gt;对我说你最爱的故事&lt;br /&gt;我想了很久，我开始慌了&lt;br /&gt;是不是我又做错了什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你哭着对我说，童话里都是骗人的&lt;br /&gt;我不可能是你的王子&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;也许你不会懂，从你说爱我以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的天空星星都亮了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我愿变成童话里，你爱的那个天使&lt;br /&gt;张开双手变成翅膀守护你&lt;br /&gt;你要相信，相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;br /&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你哭着对我说，童话里都是骗人的&lt;br /&gt;我不可能是你的王子&lt;br /&gt;也许你不会懂，从你说爱我以后&lt;br /&gt;我的天空星星都亮了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** 我愿变成童话里，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;你爱的那个天使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;张开双手变成翅膀守护你&lt;br /&gt;你要相信，相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;br /&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我要变成童话里，你爱的那个天使&lt;br /&gt;张开双手变成翅膀守护你&lt;br /&gt;你要相信，相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;br /&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会变成童话里，你爱的那个天使&lt;br /&gt;张开双手变成翅膀守护你&lt;br /&gt;你要相信，相信我们会像童话故事里&lt;br /&gt;幸福和快乐是结局&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一起写我们的结局。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;月亮代表我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我爱你有多深，我爱你有几分&lt;br /&gt;我的情也真，我的爱也真&lt;br /&gt;月亮代表我的心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我爱你有多深，我爱你有几分&lt;br /&gt;我的情不移，我的爱不变&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;月亮代表我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻轻的一个吻，已经打动我的心&lt;br /&gt;深深的一段情，教我思念到如今&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你问我爱你有多深，我爱你有几分&lt;br /&gt;你去想一想，你去看一看&lt;br /&gt;月亮代表我的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5959737082160069868?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5959737082160069868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5959737082160069868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5959737082160069868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5959737082160069868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='幸福靠自己争取。。'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-643255095154198954</id><published>2008-09-07T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:52:33.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let It Die...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I had some free time last Friday as my students had to entertain some uni students doing their assignments, and therefore needed to “borrow” my kids for a while. So I went down to the office and happen to see Chung Han. I caught hold of him and we had a short chat. All I did was just ask him one question… wahaha xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;By him pouring his heart as I listened, he really taught me lots… He really taught me to treasure things of eternal value than to trade it for earthly things… i have to admit that the first half of this year was really a shitty period, and I wished it hadn’t pull me down spiritually… But too bad, it sure did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Don’t let it die?? Yea, all I want is to be up again… I wanna be like Chung Han… Wahaha… Dude, thanks for being a friend, I know we don’t chat much but at least I feel comfortable talking, joking and opening up to you… Opening up here means not being afraid to be myself, and that includes the times when I am “behind the van” during lunch time, hehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YANG TERUTAMA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang terutama di dalam hidup ini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Memuliakan nama Yesus&lt;br /&gt;Yang terutama di dalam hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;Meninggikan nama-Nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halleluya, halleluya&lt;br /&gt;Saya mau cinta Yesus&lt;br /&gt;Halleluya, halleluya&lt;br /&gt;Saya mau cinta Yesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We had J-Son over for a short while for cell that night, and I thought that short while was it. Not knowing that he will call me after that, I was quite nervous when I saw his missed call, haha… I called him back, finding the opportunity to tell him about “something important.” Mission accomplished, of course, haha… Thanks for the support, bro I am hoping this time all is well with the Big Boss Above…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yes, I was in the valleys for about 4 to 5 months, and trust me, it wasn’t fun at all down there… By God’s grace, I picked myself up… No no, my Jesus picked me up!! He was gracious enough to still be willing to pick me up despite my drawing away from Him… Haiya, anyway, that is history now la… Think back also sakit hati nia, wahaha… Just hope and pray that this time around, history will not repeat itself… Otherwise, not only shouldn’t history repeat itself, even the process should not be repeated, haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KAU TUHAN ADALAH BAPAKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kumiliki kasih Mu&lt;br /&gt;Yang tak ternilai bagi ku&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun ku tak punya siapapun juga&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh indah kasih Mu Yang tak bersyarat untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tak ada yang mengasihi ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**  Kau Tuhan adalah Bapa ku&lt;br /&gt; Yang sangat menyayangi ku&lt;br /&gt;Tak pernah sekalipun ku dapati&lt;br /&gt;Kau sakiti hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Kau Tuhan adalah Bapa ku&lt;br /&gt;S’lalu memperhatikan ku&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada alasan ‘tuk ku ragu-ragu&lt;br /&gt;Ku serahkan hati ku&lt;br /&gt;Kepada Mu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-643255095154198954?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/643255095154198954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=643255095154198954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/643255095154198954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/643255095154198954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-let-it-die.html' title='Don&apos;t Let It Die...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3998719902247076563</id><published>2008-07-30T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:00:34.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15条件的男人。。</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;一个男人最重要的是坚强。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 那些失败过一次就怨天尤人，萎靡不振、跌倒了爬不起来的男人坚决不能要。男人要能给女人安全感，如果你找一个老公，不能够照顾你，还要经常在你面前哭诉自己的不幸，让你也承担他实际上是可以挽救的痛苦，是非常的失败的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;忠诚。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;这点就不用多说了，相信所有的女人都不愿意自己的老公红杏出墙。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有气度。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;一定不能找小家子气的男人，即使他爱你。但是因为一点点小事就吃醋，不论你是因公与上司出去应酬，还是因私与多年不久的朋友聚会，在你回家后大吵大闹或者阴沉着脸半天不搭理你的男人，其实是自私的。当然，他会说他那是因为爱你才吃醋，可是不要忘了，爱一个人也要给她自由，姐妹们千万不要做被男人用各种方法把你变相的留在家里做只能洗衣做饭的家庭主妇。不是说家庭主妇不好，而是做为现在这个社会的女性，要有自己的社交圈子，要爱猫扑.爱生活、自强，不能给自己自由空间的男人千万不要找。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;身体健康。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;不要求那个男的有多么的威猛高大，但一定要身体健健康康的。一个女人身体有点毛病，可以称之为弱不禁风，如果一个男人整天病怏怏的，你说像啥话?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不要xxxxxx乖宝宝。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;没人说孝顺不对，孝顺的男人很善良，但是，夫妻之间的事都征求xxxxxx看法，毫无自己主见，嘴巴里动不动就说："妈妈说。。。。。。。妈妈说。。。。。。"这样的妈妈面前的乖宝宝坚决不能要，记住，你嫁的是一个男人，并不是那个男人的母亲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;爱屋及乌。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;一个男人如果真的爱你，会爱你的一切，包括你的坏习惯，你的朋友，你的家人。。。。。如果他不能忍受你的朋友或家人某些方面的缺陷或对你身边的人有所不满，那么做为一个聪明的女性，应当尽量避免他与他们见面；如果他苛求到要求你与他们断绝来往，不用犹豫了，甩了他吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有一份稳定的收入。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;爱情是很重要的，但是要建立在有面包的基础上。不一定要万贯家财，可生活要有保障。所谓贫贱夫妻百事哀，如果一个男人连孩子的奶粉钱都拿不出来，这个月初就开始担心下个月的供房款，那么，你跟着他只有吃苦的份了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;自信。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;浑身散发着自信味道的男人，能让女人放心的依靠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;外貌匹配。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;不要求他一定英俊潇洒，但要看上去不至于引起公愤，总不能你亭亭玉立一大美女，身边找一矮个的黑胖子吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 细心又有情趣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;他可以不记得你大伯小叔三姑四姨的生日，但你的生日与结婚纪念日一定要记住，这两个日子在婚姻生活中是很重要的。能够出去浪漫一下，还有礼物收是最好的。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;无不良嗜好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;烟可以抽一点，酒可以喝一点，但不能太过。你总不想天天回去面对一个醉醺醺的酒鬼，嘴里还不时散发着一股浓浓的烟臭味的人吧?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;社交能力强。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;不是说一定要活跃得见人就笑，见手就握得那种地步，也不需要他在社交方面有一定强硬的手腕，但不能羞羞答答。一起出去应酬，他只知道站在一旁傻笑，而找不到话题与你的同事交谈，凡事需要你出来撑场面的男人，会让你脸面无光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;大男人气概。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;这里说的大男人气概，不是说大男子主义，那种在家里典型家务一点不做、衣来伸手饭来张口的男人不可取。大男人气概是指你在外面受到欺负时，他能够挺身而出，毫不犹豫的为你出头，真真切切的保护你。光是这一点，这个男人都值得你考虑托付终身。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;有责任心。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;男人一定要有责任心，自己做的事要敢于自己承担，无论是公事还是私事。那种一有事就往别人身上推的男人不但卑鄙而且可耻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有一颗平和的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;。这个世界已经习惯以一个人事业上的成功来衡量一个人的价值。事实上，一个人的价值在于他的存在对别人是否重要。即使那个人不能在事业上取得与其他人一样辉煌的成就，但是他的平凡生活对他身边的人一样很重要就代表有价值。如果一个男人不能以一颗平和的心去看待自己的得失，整天愤世嫉俗，怪社会不公、怨生活不平，那么你和他在一起也会影响你的心态，容易偏激，给你的心理造成巨大的压力，导致你不快乐的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;能够做到以上15条的男人，你就可以考虑嫁给他了！！！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3998719902247076563?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3998719902247076563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3998719902247076563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3998719902247076563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3998719902247076563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/07/15.html' title='15条件的男人。。'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-1629694724431727149</id><published>2008-06-24T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:53:08.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Cerebral Palsy (CP) genetic? 脑性麻痹症是否会遗传？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It never did cross my mind that this may be a subject playing in the mind of a potential, if we ever got together, and plan to start a life together. I was recently confronted with whether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cerebral_palsy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is genetic, and will eventually affect our future children, if I were ever to start a family, haha. I guess people think that this may be a very sensitive issue, and perhaps did not wanna hurt me by posing such questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t think it is an issue to be worried about because I was not born with it. It only happened after a fever attack. To give you the benefit of the doubt, particularly on the genetic question, see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.about-cerebral-palsy.org/cerebral-palsy/information.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;. Does it clear your doubts now? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, view the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; of CP&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;causes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; of CP&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;various&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; types of CP&lt;/a&gt; for further knowledge. So,朋友们。。 终于清楚CP的情况了吗？ 终于明白CP是不会遗传的吗？哈哈哈。。当我听到一位朋友说CP遗传， 这真的笑死我了。。 哈哈哈。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-1629694724431727149?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1629694724431727149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=1629694724431727149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1629694724431727149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1629694724431727149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-cerebral-palsy-cp-genetic.html' title='Is Cerebral Palsy (CP) genetic? 脑性麻痹症是否会遗传？'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-8850189297600554869</id><published>2008-06-21T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T01:33:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS BREAD THAT IS (REALLY) BROKEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Haven’t been a faithful believer like people see me to be. Revival? What’s the use of being gungho for church revival when all I really desperately need is personal revival first? When this song was being sung in church about 2 weeks ago, I couldn’t help it but dig for tissue again. How broken can I get? How hurt can I get? Though it was not, is not, and will not be a “burden”, yet it has indeed been a “burden” that I have no choice but to finally put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so broken? Why the sudden deterioration of communication? Why the unwillingness of trying to accept unchangeable facts? I know I am awaiting the day that I will explode, haha. I am human, for goodness sake!! When, O Lord, will all these hurts end? When, O Lord, will justice be shown? Why, O Lord, do I need to go through all these shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/ylm_ctk/Songs/AsBread.html"&gt;As Bread That Is Broken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O Lord, this wounded sheep of Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I need your healing touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-8850189297600554869?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8850189297600554869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=8850189297600554869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8850189297600554869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8850189297600554869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-bread-that-is-really-broken.html' title='AS BREAD THAT IS (REALLY) BROKEN...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3426882944589598769</id><published>2008-06-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:14:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>握你的手。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.elaineteo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/wonideshou.wma" width="300" height="50" type="audio/x-ms-wma" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;山顶的风凉的想钻进我内心&lt;br /&gt;Shan ding de feng liang de xiang zuan jin wo nei xin&lt;br /&gt;沉默是我们最近唯一的话题&lt;br /&gt;Chen mo shi wo men zui jin wei yi de hua ti&lt;br /&gt;看曾经亲密的爱慢慢像友谊&lt;br /&gt;Kan ceng jing qin mi de ai man man xiang you yi&lt;br /&gt;爱是流星一坠落就不停&lt;br /&gt;Ai shi liu xing yi zhui luo jiu bu ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;我们尝试让彼此差异能隐形&lt;br /&gt;Wo men chang shi rang bi ci cha yi neng yin xing&lt;br /&gt;遗憾的是回避不能解决问题&lt;br /&gt;Yi han de shi hui bi bu neng jie jue wen ti&lt;br /&gt;当我疲倦的凝望你憔悴表情&lt;br /&gt;Dang wo pi juan de ning wang ni qiao cui biao qing&lt;br /&gt;再不舍得也该让你远离&lt;br /&gt;Zai bu she de ye gai rang ni yuan li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;握你的手坚持到最后一秒钟&lt;br /&gt;Wo ni de shou jian chi dao zui hou yi miao zhong&lt;br /&gt;哪怕爱要冰凉了&lt;br /&gt;Na pa ai yao bing liang le&lt;br /&gt;至少让回忆是暖的&lt;br /&gt;Zhi shao rang hui yi shi nuan de&lt;br /&gt;了解比爱难多了&lt;br /&gt;Liao jie bi ai nan duo le&lt;br /&gt;我们都尽力了&lt;br /&gt;Wo men dou jin li le&lt;br /&gt;也许温柔是停止(再)挽留&lt;br /&gt;Ye xu wen rou shi ting zhi (zai) wan liu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;握你的手像耳语轻声说保重&lt;br /&gt;Wo ni de shou xiang er yu qing sheng shuo bao zhong&lt;br /&gt;让眼睛就算湿了不只是痛也有感动&lt;br /&gt;Rang yan jing jiu suan shi le bu zhi shi tong ye you gan dong&lt;br /&gt;以前每一次挥手都为了再握手&lt;br /&gt;Yi qian mei yi ci hui shou dou wei le zai wo shou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;color:#ff0000;"&gt;但这一次是为了放手&lt;br /&gt;Dan zhe yi ci shi wei le fang shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;你们开心了吗？ 别再让他再受伤了， 好不好？ 他也是人耶！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;这首歌，我不懂是好还是坏。。很久以前， 我妹妹把光良的album带回来。。 那时候， 我最爱的歌， 就是“童话” 和 “握你的手”。。 我这个“香蕉人”， 歌词什么意思， 我也不懂的。。 可是现在我华语进步了不少，哈哈。。 那么久了， 才真正的懂意思。。 不！！ 应该说发生在身上才懂歌词的意思。。 哈哈。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;我experiment了很久， 才看得懂， 原来我就像副歌里面所说的。。不能否认， 最近我眼睛很容易湿， 很容易流泪。。 那是痛苦， 感动， 还是不舍得呢？ 3个都有啦， 哈哈。。 也许外人不会明白我的困难， 因为他们更本不会了解我所面对的压力。。这次带出的刺语， 还不是一样的意思吗？ 还不是一样要我“想清楚”吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;哪怕爱要冰凉了，至少让回忆是暖的，了解比爱难多了，我们都尽力了。。我为什么会放弃， 我为什么会退步？全世界不明白， 无所谓。。 只要你一个明白， 我已经很开心了 :) 爱冰凉了， 有原因的。。 说出来， 你们会明白吗？ 还是不说了， 哈哈。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;以前每一次挥手， 都为了再握手。。 但这一次， 是为了放手。。以前每一次去他家，玩的很开心。。的确是为了再握手。。可是现在， 我还有这个机会吗？ 的确没有。。 因为放手了！！ 开心了吗？ 满意了吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3426882944589598769?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3426882944589598769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3426882944589598769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3426882944589598769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3426882944589598769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_832.html' title='握你的手。。。'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5383126631180114797</id><published>2008-06-14T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:15:45.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我要回到儿童乐园。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.elaineteo.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/hongqingting.wma" width="300" height="50" type="audio/x-ms-wma" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当我在上个星期的ai.fm节目里听到&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;红蜻蜓&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;这首歌， 就让我想起童年时候。。怀念我小时候的生活。。 那种没烦恼没压力的生活， 哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;和我玩皮却又可爱的学生们已有半年了。。 他们不只受教导， 反而也多多少少的让我从他们身上学习了很多做人的道理。。小孩子就是小孩子， 只懂得玩。。 除了考试做功课， 其他事情是kacang putih 了 :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们不会明白出外的危险，家人的吵闹，工作的压力， 甚至爱情的复杂。。我有一次听到一个十岁的小孩， 当他父母在吵架时， 就很天真可又很像大人的样子去问他两老“你们是不是吃饱没事情做？吵吵闹闹！！这样小小的事情，祷告啦！！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很烦！！很累！！很显！！ 我要回到儿童乐园。。 因为做个小孩子，真的不必有工作，家庭和爱情的烦恼。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5383126631180114797?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5383126631180114797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5383126631180114797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5383126631180114797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5383126631180114797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='我要回到儿童乐园。。。'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-462900365188308142</id><published>2008-05-02T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:33:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in love??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SBn-hV1vNUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wfvtsZqql7Y/s1600-h/holding+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195463493900252482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SBn-hV1vNUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wfvtsZqql7Y/s400/holding+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If falling in love means hurting the other person in the process, I’d rather not fall in love ever again. If falling in love merely means breaking hearts, including that of my own, I’d rather not fall in love ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one is perfect, but then again, I can’t deny the fact that I am even more imperfect because of an obvious disability. Perhaps I will never be good enough for a physically perfect partner. I finally know what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is right for me to give my heart away, I want to give it to the right person. If my first choice was never the right one to begin with in the eyes of other people, then my other choices following the first one will never be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I promise not to fall in love again, unless I can be sure I will never break an innocent heart again. It is tough, I know, but it would be better than cracking a hole in that innocent little heart, and striving to mend it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-462900365188308142?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/462900365188308142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=462900365188308142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/462900365188308142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/462900365188308142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in love??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SBn-hV1vNUI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wfvtsZqql7Y/s72-c/holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-7298014716456748944</id><published>2008-05-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:53:37.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparisons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don’t deny the fact that I have made comparisons many many times in my life. Comparisons of things and situations in my life with that of others. Others live a life that I am envious of. More often than not, I get feedbacks that are to the contrary. Just a few days back, as I was chatting with a close friend about life as a disabled, I found out that she also had an envious feeling towards me for the things I had that she did not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he cares a lot for me, but unfortunately, I have hurt him time and again :-( I know the reason why I made such a decision… I know what I want… I do not wish to be hurt, but I have hurt him yet again :-( I couldn’t help it but went emo again after the msn conversation with Ling Lee…琳荔， 别笑我没用哦， 呵呵。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some friends began to get the picture of my living life with family. Not that I am not appreciative or complaining. Just that I want some space to do certain things the way I feel comfortable. Comparisons about living with and without family, comparisons about the treatments from different groups of people, be it family, friends or even outsiders… Haih… I just wish I wouldn’t be so helpless… Gosh, I feel the tears again :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends just tell me to pray, pray and pray more… and most importantly hang on to God, never give up… I have to bare myself to say that whenever it comes to this particular issue or subject, I feel spiritually dry :-( I don’t see where the improvement is when all they do is “reject” my guy friends whom I am close to… not for any other reason except the obvious fact that they are OKUs. What the crap? Why the bloody discrimination? What comparisons can you make between a disabled and a non disabled? How much better can you guarantee that a non disabled be compared to a disabled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is all this shit? 琳荔， 你说我好幸福， 你羡慕我。。 以后不要再羡慕我了哦， 因为我所面对的完全和你相反， 呵呵。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-7298014716456748944?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7298014716456748944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=7298014716456748944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7298014716456748944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7298014716456748944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/comparisons.html' title='Comparisons...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6736300896990229909</id><published>2008-04-21T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:42:45.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么会这样？？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;一直的对自己说要坚强，　要坚强。。　可是我再次失败了。。　昨晚上了床过后，　眼泪一直流的不停。。　他告诉我说昨天（也就是拜6）他和琳荔他们要聚会，　问我要不要一起。。　我很辛苦！！　好累！！　我到底几时才能有自己自由的生活呢？　尤其是交朋友方面。。　怎么会这样？　连交朋友也要紧紧的控制我？　我很想答应他，　可是却很怕家人会再反对。。为什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;我好辛苦！！　表面上，　我给人家看到坚强的我，　使得他们信任我而把心事说给我听，　让我可以和他们分担问题。。　可是我自己所面对的问题，　又有谁能和我分担呢？　最近，　我时常都会胡思乱想，　时常都会湿眼。。　有谁会了解我？　找来找去，　也不是那几位残障朋友。。真的谢谢你们。。 我相信没有其他人能够清楚的了解残障人士的感受， 除非他们自己也体会过身体有残缺的这种的感受。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;不知自己为何最近那么敏感。。　动不动就小气。。　动不动就很想哭。。怎么会这样？　还记得那天琳荔说，　她看得出我的 “persistence”。。 她说我很坚强的坚持到底。。 说到她， 我真的很佩服她。。虽然我们认识不久， 相处不多， 可是只要我和她一起的时候， 她可以让我觉得很轻松， 完全没有压力。。 不必假装， 不必逃避自己。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;另外， 我20年的愿望已经实现了。。 虽然不是亲哥哥， 可是只要你能明白了解我， 我有心事时， 你做我的听众， 有眼泪时借我肩膀。。 我就会很感激你了。。 哥， 谢谢你！！至于“怎么会这样”这个问题呢。。 只有上帝才能给我真确的答案。。 希望“怎么会这样”会跟着时间而飘过。。 迎接一个美好的答案来。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6736300896990229909?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6736300896990229909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6736300896990229909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6736300896990229909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6736300896990229909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='怎么会这样？？'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-8150299398617011060</id><published>2008-04-07T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:49:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking second alternatives??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_oLm6M3kyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/USt9NspO3-8/s1600-h/IMGP0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186470683956712226" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_oLm6M3kyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/USt9NspO3-8/s400/IMGP0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[cofee &amp;amp; choc? weee~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pic taken during a Malaysia Methodist Church seminar while we were at Beautiful Gate staff retreat. having listen to a speech wholly in mandarin, I got restless and started meddling with the cam during the 2nd half of the 1st day, haha... that was reason enough why we insisted on the table at the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;back, considering some of em fell asleep during the seminar, wahaha xP &lt;/em&gt;福平和据顺。。 贿赂我吧。。 哈哈哈&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I’m sorry!! This was not what I imagined it turned out to be… I thought I wouldn’t mind all that. Indeed, I did not mind, and would not mind. But influences from the “outside world” really break my heart, and I find myself saying sorry yet again :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Fervent promises were made back then. Adamant to keep ’em. Strong headed t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;o stand firm. But now I find no choice but to put on a mask to the promises once made. Am I allowed to take an alternative route? I know I have “sinned”, but it is never done on purpose. I thought I would not succumb, but I sinfully failed. I just wished I need not have to say that “my spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It’s just a wonder how I can be so transparent to bare my heart to Wei in just a 3-minute conversation on msn. Within just those 3 minutes, I found myself grasping for the tissue box, and silently longing for a hug and an available shoulder. I played with fire, got burnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Second alternatives? Indeed there is one alternative waiting for me to venture into, but am I willing? I know it would hurt you because I know how you feel but I definitely cannot bear to impose more discrimination and add prejudice to the already existing ones. Think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; look, see and scrutinize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_tSTKM3k1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YGHQ4jHZ7EU/s1600-h/yong+qi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186829884956578642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_tSTKM3k1I/AAAAAAAAAVc/YGHQ4jHZ7EU/s400/yong+qi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;勇气。。 我需要的是勇气。。真的好感激那一群残障朋友的支持。。虽然只是那么短短的在ym写下“我给你勇气”来回复我， 可是这些动作对我来说就是最重要的。。 因为就代表还有人能够体谅明白我的。。 谢谢你们 :-* 谢谢你们这一年里那么热心的接受我成为你们的一分子 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_tS3aM3k3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/9PVlZt-RM0Q/s1600-h/yong+qi+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186830507726836594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_tS3aM3k3I/AAAAAAAAAVs/9PVlZt-RM0Q/s400/yong+qi+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-8150299398617011060?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8150299398617011060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=8150299398617011060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8150299398617011060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8150299398617011060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-second-alternatives.html' title='Taking second alternatives??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_oLm6M3kyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/USt9NspO3-8/s72-c/IMGP0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2109614584116446611</id><published>2008-04-01T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:40:08.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS FAITH??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9zGx_evPoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HDzEpNj_O3E/s1600-h/IMGP0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178232233725476482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9zGx_evPoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HDzEpNj_O3E/s400/IMGP0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I may very well have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2011:1&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at the tip of my fingers, but do I really grasp the meaning &amp;amp; significance of it? People say I am stupid, stubborn (固执) and whatever else they hurled at me, but who are they to question my faith? I had a reason for doing what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived church that Saturday evening, on my electric wheelchair, a friend accompanied me on his bike :p it was super gloomy early on that day, threatening to pour... My students knew of my intentiion to go to church that day, so they were feeding me with negative remarks about the gloomy weather... All the more I started praying and nullifying the dark clouds. I left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://beautifulgate.my.diip.net/"&gt;Beautiful Gate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, after my class, with prayers that the rain will be held back until I stepped into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/cms/welcome-to-dumc"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;grounds. Miraculously, God did just that for me ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: What is more funny is that it rained cats and dogs only after I entered church grounds, and continued raining throughout the service... and stopped when it was time to get home ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the Bible explain Hebrews 11:1 the way it did? What does it really mean by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“… a substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What then, is faith? I trusted Him, and He answered my prayers, woohoo... Indeed, He is a Beautiful Saviour, a God of all majesty!! My God of majesty just held back the rain for me to be able to be in His house... Is it coincidentally that this song was being sung that day? I dont think so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Saviour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lyrics &amp;amp; chords&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/p/planet_shakers/beautiful_saviour_crd.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I really like and admire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/cms/about/pastors"&gt;Pastor Daniel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;for his mountain-moving faith, seriously!! Imagine a thanksgiving dinner in an uncovered, wide-open space when you know that the weather can unpredictably bring rain. Pastor, you the man... Wahaha xP and I know you were irritated and upset that we of little faith left the dinner halfway thru when it started only drizzling :p kekeke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rainbow above Dream Centre, God's covenant to us ~~ 23 March, Sunday (easter)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183937782828471058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R_EL8qM3kxI/AAAAAAAAAU8/VEGGC9pqC-4/s400/DC+God%27s+Covenant+Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2109614584116446611?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2109614584116446611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2109614584116446611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2109614584116446611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2109614584116446611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-faith.html' title='WHAT IS FAITH??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9zGx_evPoI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HDzEpNj_O3E/s72-c/IMGP0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-1390388234433989694</id><published>2008-03-11T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:06:36.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the teabag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9QQ4_evPlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/J9xy002Ne6s/s1600-h/IMGP0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175780443054620242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9QQ4_evPlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/J9xy002Ne6s/s400/IMGP0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;残缺也是一种美 by 黎胜平&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Can que ye shi yi zhong mei (Disability is also a form of beauty)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;记得家乡门口的那个女孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ji de jia xiang men kou de na ge nv hai　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;一对膀子长短都不一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yi dui bang zi chang duan dou bu yi yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;走起路来终是一瘸一拐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zou qi lu lai zhong shi yi que yi guai 　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;说起话来 结巴没人爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shuo qi hua lai jie ba mei ren ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jie fang de xiao hai zhong shi chao feng xian hai　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nv hai wu hua zhi neng jing jing wu nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wai po gao su wo bu ke yi xiao ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;因为残缺也是一种美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yin wei can que ye shi yi zhong mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo kan qing chen nv hai huan zhe yi lan yao bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;从家门口渐渐走来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cong jia men kou jian jian zou lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Na ren ru fu zhong de bu fa qing qing mai kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;坚毅善良的面庞　多么净白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jian yi shan liang de mian pang duo me jing bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我终于明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo zhong yu ming bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;记得家乡门口的那个女孩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ji de jia xiang men kou de na ge nv hai　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;一对膀子长短都不一样&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yi dui bang zi chang duan dou bu yi yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;走起路来终是一瘸一拐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Zou qi lu lai zhong shi yi que yi guai 　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;说起话来 结巴没人爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shuo qi hua lai jie ba mei ren ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;街坊的小孩 终是嘲讽陷害&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jie fang de xiao hai zhong shi chao feng xian hai　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;女孩无话 只能靜靜无奈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nv hai wu hua zhi neng jing jing wu nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;** 外婆告诉我不可以笑她　因为残缺也是一种美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wai po gao su wo bu ke yi xiao ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;因为残缺也是一种美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yin wei can que ye shi yi zhong mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我看清晨女孩挽著衣篮摇摆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo kan qing chen nv hai huan zhe yi lan yao bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;从家门口渐渐走来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cong jia men kou jian jian zou lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻迈开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Na ren ru fu zhong de bu fa qing qing mai kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;坚毅善良的面庞　多么净白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jian yi shan liang de mian pang duo me jing bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我终于明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo zhong yu ming bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;月亮不一定要圆满&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yue liang bu yi ding yao yuan man　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;残缺也是一种美丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Can que ye shi yi zhong mei li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;人生不一定要拥有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ren sheng bu yi ding yao yong you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;享有也是一种福气　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Xiang you ye shi yi zhong fu qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;逆来顺受 化腐朽为神奇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ni lai shun shou hua fu xiu wei shen qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;残缺生命 也能彩绘 出美丽的诗偈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Can que sheng ming ye neng cai hui chu me li de shi ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我看清晨女挽着衣篮摇摆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo kan qing chen nv hai huan zhe yi lan yao bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;从家门口渐渐走来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cong jia men kou jian jian zou lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;那忍辱负重的步伐轻轻的迈开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Na ren ru fu zhong de bu fa qing qing mai kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;坚毅善良的面庞　多么净白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jian yi shan liang de mian pang duo me jing bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;我终于明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Wo zhong yu ming bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;眼睛湿了。。 不懂为什么。。 其怪， 我又不太明白正首歌， 如何懂得它说什么呢？ 也有好几句都不太了解的。。 可是， 已经自然的被感动。。 也许东看一点西看一点， 大概的明白了。。加上&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/21381022"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;福平哥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的解释，这歌词变得更清楚了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最吸引我的一句就是那“月亮不一定要圆满” 与 “残缺生命 也能彩绘 出美丽的诗偈”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月亮不一定要圆满只因为这是神所赐的。。那，既然月亮的原装是圆可有时却不圆， 人一定要完美才算完美吗？　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;残缺也是一种美。。&lt;/span&gt; Oh yes, I finally bumped into someone who would really sincerely say this: Disability is also a form of beauty… Finally someone who would appreciate and be proud of me despite my disability… or I would also say because of my disability… It really does make a whole lot of difference, especially when the rest of the world insist of thinking otherwise… Haih…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a year since the trauma of another surgery, and it is a wonder how so much can change just within such a short time frame. I have changed, and I definitely know it. Because I am learning to accept reality and situations the way they are rather than forcing change to a natural mishaps… I am learning to love and accept myself for who I am, and not denying obvious facts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=551713911"&gt;Chriselle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coming from the opposite direction when on my way out after my hospital follow up … conversation topics change from one to another, and finally dwelled on my most recent “hotspot”… if she could sincerely tell me all that she saw about me, then why are the others giving me such a hard time? Didn’t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2011:1&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell us what faith is all about? And didn’t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Timothy%204:4;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;1 Timothy 4:4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tell us that “… everything God created is good?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I am thankful for the company that chooses to see the best in me… I am thankful for the company that SEES the best in me… I am thankful for that same company that UNDERSTANDS and BELIEVES in me… I love you all, really!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我们相信残障也是一种美， 因为只有我们才会体会到残障的生活方式。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don’t care if this doesn’t make any sense at all, as long as I release what I wanna release!! That’s one issue there, the other being that of the stupid fibroid, I mean the remainings inside my tummy… Grown from a 2 or 3cm to a 5 now, shit!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;放过我吧！！ 一次过那么多东西要烦。。 伤害自己又烦， 伤害别人又烦。。 啊。。。。。。。。。。。有时很难做人， 好多压力！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And why is this post titled the way it is? Because a teabag has to be put in hot boiling water for the fragrance to come forth... Can I the say that I am the teabag in a pot of boiling trials and testings? Can I then understand the significance of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2010:13&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p/s: ooh, btw... I went for the hospital appointment &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hahaha... But I guess some people just will not be able to appreciate that though... So sad... 我要证明给他们看， 我开始慢慢的不必依靠人了。。 可惜， 他们都看不见这一些的。。 因为他们的思想就是“她是残障， 好多东西做不到， 我还不能放手。。” 那和坐 xx 都没什么大分别了。。 好难呼吸。。 嗨。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please!! Put this teabag in a hotter hot water, haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-1390388234433989694?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1390388234433989694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=1390388234433989694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1390388234433989694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1390388234433989694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/out-of-teabag.html' title='Out of the teabag...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R9QQ4_evPlI/AAAAAAAAAUU/J9xy002Ne6s/s72-c/IMGP0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5292653217132459412</id><published>2008-02-12T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:40:24.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The seasons of it all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R7G86fWF2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RsJRHhH44_k/s1600-h/surrendered_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R7G86fWF2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RsJRHhH44_k/s400/surrendered_hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166117960603261042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谁说坚强的人不流泪？ 就是因为知道自己伤害了人家却忍不住， 又哭了 :( 10 个月就这样的飞过。。 但一点的改变也不曾出现过。。 人生， 必须成长。。 必须坚强的面对生活中的每一个难关。。 也许， 这就是成长的一部分吧。。 可是， 这一切都是残障人士逃不过的考验。。 有时我真的很讨厌自己。。 为什么人家残障我也残障。。 人家可以成功的独立， 我偏偏还在控制之下 :( 那种感觉， 非常很难受。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“You see me through the seasons… Cover me with Your hand… ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;感觉好像距离越来越大。。 有点失望。。 以为， 以为。。 全部都是以为！！ 我受够了！！ 美门就是我放轻松的地方， 因为可得到支持。。 原来， 外人也不算外人了。。 因为我们互相了解。。 反而， 令我失望的偏偏就是你 =(( 为什么？ 我很讨厌“歧视”这两个字！！ 请你放过我吧！！&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“I’m carried in everlastin’ arms, You’ll never let me go… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;我相信上帝有眼睛看到这一切。。明知我很辛苦， 为什么还让我苦下去？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Through it all”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5292653217132459412?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5292653217132459412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5292653217132459412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5292653217132459412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5292653217132459412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/seasons-of-it-all.html' title='The seasons of it all...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R7G86fWF2HI/AAAAAAAAAUM/RsJRHhH44_k/s72-c/surrendered_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-1271365228415192264</id><published>2008-01-14T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:38:09.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes mindsets can kill!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R4uBbkTVPJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/83NJtlXLwNk/s1600-h/maui11600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155356509056875666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R4uBbkTVPJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/83NJtlXLwNk/s400/maui11600x1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;演员A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;我知道你有什么都是为他好。。。 但是他现时已在社会做过事。。。 有了满足感， 有自己的想法。。。 你处处逼他， 他反抗只会越大。。。 你是不是想把他逼得做出反叛行为？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;演员B:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;我常向神祷告， 望他早日成长。。。 早日学会自立。。。 到他真的可以到那么远打工， 我又怕他越走越远， 想起来， 我自己觉得很矛盾。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;这样的想法。。 如果是从一位非残障而来，那我觉得你更笨还没完全了解我们这一群残障人士。。 像&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cilpenang.org/2006/10/25/give-the-disabled-child-an-opportunity-to-grow-up"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我朋友所说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;的。。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;How long can the parents be there to protect the child? What will happen to the child after the parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;are no longer around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;拜托你！！ 除了这一句， 我真的无话可说了。。 真的拜托你。。 给我一点空间， 好马？&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is only through managing his own needs that the child regains a sense of self-reliance and self-worth. That confidence will in turn empower him to take charge of his own life, be responsible for his own actions and learn to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果你想法只有“恐惧，忧虑 和 疑惑”。。 那我可以大胆的告诉你， 我绝对学不到东西的。。 绝对没机会独立起来。。 我可以保证， 你绝对不会永远在我身边。。 到时， 我是否会变成你放不下的负担？&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We certainly cannot expect the child to suddenly grow up and fend for himself. There are skills that are required for activities of daily living and skills needed for living independently. These have to be learnt over a period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;现在， 因为他是个残障人士， 你担心我的安全。。 想想看， 如果我没有他， 到时你是否也一样会担心完全没有人照顾和陪伴我过生活？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Haih... Sometimes mindsets can kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-1271365228415192264?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1271365228415192264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=1271365228415192264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1271365228415192264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/1271365228415192264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimes-mindsets-can-kill.html' title='Sometimes mindsets can kill!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R4uBbkTVPJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/83NJtlXLwNk/s72-c/maui11600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3472478430917426036</id><published>2007-12-19T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:23:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOTE FOR LIFE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R2jTkETVPHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RkkLX_-dVE8/s1600-h/19+dec+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145595190854368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R2jTkETVPHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RkkLX_-dVE8/s400/19+dec+07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R2imW0TVPFI/AAAAAAAAATg/iBVPoVaPs0Y/s1600-h/19+dec+07.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click on image for an enlarged version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Found this very interesting msn nick :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it is not about finding or waiting for the right and perfect person because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%203:23;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;we all fall short of the glory of God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;, and are not perfect (or rather will not be perfect)… but whether or not we are perfect outwardly, it does not matter… or rather it should not matter because if we say that we are followers of Christ, we should learn to adopt His attitude of looking beyond what meets the eye. For the Bible says that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Samuel%2016:7;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the key to success is not finding the right job (for the workaholics) or the right person (for those looking for friendship or a companion); it is learning to love the job you have or the person you found. It is learning to &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACCEPT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, be satisfied and contented with what we already have. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appreciate the inward quality, not the outward beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%2031:30;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;therefore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Peter%203:3;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;your beauty should not come from outward adornment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Peter%203:4;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;instead it should be of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145595512976915586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R2jT20TVPII/AAAAAAAAAT8/1jEohu3bOkg/s400/key+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3472478430917426036?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3472478430917426036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3472478430917426036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3472478430917426036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3472478430917426036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/note-for-life.html' title='A NOTE FOR LIFE!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R2jTkETVPHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RkkLX_-dVE8/s72-c/19+dec+07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5498558116274216344</id><published>2007-12-18T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T17:26:04.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>确定爱上人的八个方法。。。</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当你正在忙时， 却把手记开着， 等着他的电话。。 你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;如果你喜欢和他两个人单独漫步。。 你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当你和他在一起时，你会假装不注意他， 但当他离开你的视线时, 你会急着寻找他, 你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当他受伤或生病时， 你会很关心他， 替他着急。。 你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当他和别人要好时， 你会感到吃味。。。 你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当他把脸贴近你时， 你会感到脸红， 心跳加速。。你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;当你看到他那甜美的笑时， 你的嘴角会扬起一丝得意的笑。。你已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cryzelle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R2eOwQoKCnQAABoYQe01"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; 当你看到这篇文章时， 心里想到某个人。。那么你肯定已经爱上他了。。。。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Something someone sent to me... Tell me what you think? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5498558116274216344?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5498558116274216344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5498558116274216344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5498558116274216344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5498558116274216344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='确定爱上人的八个方法。。。'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6508077419498207413</id><published>2007-12-11T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T15:52:15.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It's the most wonderful time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There'll be much mistletoeing and hearts will be glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When loved ones are near;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's the most wonderful time of the year.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Give me understanding, I ask... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6508077419498207413?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6508077419498207413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6508077419498207413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6508077419498207413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6508077419498207413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.theguitarguy.com/itsthemo.htm&quot;&gt;It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-8407391737010300945</id><published>2007-12-08T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:57:27.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi Sempena Hari OKU......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R1UqilH4NRI/AAAAAAAAATI/tLNqEgQL2sM/s1600-h/FlyingEagle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140061323282363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R1UqilH4NRI/AAAAAAAAATI/tLNqEgQL2sM/s400/FlyingEagle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FriendsServingPWDs/message/1577"&gt;BERIKAN PELUANG ITU...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kami dilabel&lt;br /&gt;Insan kurang upaya&lt;br /&gt;Lalu&lt;br /&gt;Keupayaan kami&lt;br /&gt;Yang masih tersisa&lt;br /&gt;Bagai dilupakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kurang bukan bererti tiada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sempurna belum menjanjikan kesempurnaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sudah memang adat&lt;br /&gt;Yang sempurna membantu yang kurang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kerana yang kurang pun&lt;br /&gt;Harus terus meniti hidup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ingin turut merasa&lt;br /&gt;Nikmat kesenangan&lt;br /&gt;Nikmat kesejahteraan&lt;br /&gt;Nikmat kejayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kekurangan itu hanya zahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang lain sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Akal waras cekal&lt;br /&gt;Semangat keras kental&lt;br /&gt;Minda luas terbuka&lt;br /&gt;Hati puas menanti&lt;br /&gt;Siap siaga&lt;br /&gt;Memberikan yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;Positif&lt;br /&gt;Inovatif&lt;br /&gt;Pro-aktif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekurangan bukan pagar besi&lt;br /&gt;Yang menghalang diri&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi maju berdikari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah pada&lt;br /&gt;Kelebihan&lt;br /&gt;Kemahiran&lt;br /&gt;Intelek&lt;br /&gt;Nilai-nilai murni&lt;br /&gt;Yang membentuk sahsiah peribadi insan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yang punya rasa dan hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lontarkan jauh-jauh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prasangka&lt;br /&gt;Ragu&lt;br /&gt;Sangsi&lt;br /&gt;Yang bagaikan&lt;br /&gt;Api dalam sekam&lt;br /&gt;Membakar dalam diam&lt;br /&gt;Hingga realiti&lt;br /&gt;Rentung hangus&lt;br /&gt;Tidak bernilai lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikan peluang itu&lt;br /&gt;Yakinlah pada kemampuan kami&lt;br /&gt;Akan kami buktikan&lt;br /&gt;Sepenuh daya dan iltizam&lt;br /&gt;Menyempurnakan tugas dan tanggungjawab&lt;br /&gt;Menyumbang cara kami&lt;br /&gt;Ke arah merealisasikan&lt;br /&gt;Wawasan para pemimpin&lt;br /&gt;Agar tanah air tercinta&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi cemerlang, gemilang, terbilang&lt;br /&gt;Dan maju menjelang 2020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kami&lt;br /&gt;Bukan lagi&lt;br /&gt;Insan kurang upaya&lt;br /&gt;Yang tercicir dan terpinggir&lt;br /&gt;Dari arus pembangunan pesat&lt;br /&gt;Di alaf ICT serba canggih. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;21 Mei, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari OKU (4 Dec)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahari Hashim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Benarkah semua ini? Apakah golongan OKU pernah diberi peluang yang setara dengan orang-orang bukan OKU? Apakah stigma “OKU” ini akan menjadi label kami untuk selama-lamanya? Apakah kesalahan atau dosa kami sehingga “dijatuhkan” hukuman (stigma) sebegini? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;人生就是这样。。 时常自以为聪明。。 说话从不经大脑!! 这颗心。。 再次被刺语割伤!! 缺少。。 不代表完全没有。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;残障的我们。。 也是人。。&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;也一样有感受。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 残障不是残废。。 残障不代表没有用。。 我们要的是机会！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html"&gt;你是否能明白&lt;/a&gt;这一切？ 我们的需要， 我们的要求。。 甚至我们的感受！！ 你要的是我们的表现。。 你要的是我们的“成绩”。。 想想看。。 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;没有机会怎么会有成就？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-8407391737010300945?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8407391737010300945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=8407391737010300945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8407391737010300945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8407391737010300945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/puisi-sempena-hari-oku.html' title='Puisi Sempena Hari OKU......'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R1UqilH4NRI/AAAAAAAAATI/tLNqEgQL2sM/s72-c/FlyingEagle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-9051202338025333585</id><published>2007-11-21T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:44:40.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest addiction xP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Help!! Help my addiction, haha… Where did I get this from? How did I get addicted? Arrgghh!! I have a short memory and really cant remember how I got to know of this song, but it somehow became “a special item.”. Here's the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.multiply.com/video/item/17"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;. Also the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mp3.gougou.com/ting?cid=8BF404D9FB34BBE5F54DDD05ECD1C2C58EA2A87C&amp;amp;w=508&amp;amp;h=380&amp;amp;tit=%E4%BB%8A%E5%A4%A9%E4%BD%A0%E8%A6%81%E5%AB%81%E7%BB%99%E6%88%91&amp;amp;singer=%E9%99%B6%E5%96%86&amp;amp;ti=1"&gt;song+lyrics version&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) 春暖的花开带走冬天的感伤&lt;br /&gt;Chun nuan de hua kai dai zou dong tian de gan shang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;微风吹来浪漫的气息&lt;br /&gt;Wei feng chui lai lang man de qi xi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;每一首情歌忽然充满意义&lt;br /&gt;Mei yi shou qing ge hu ran chong man yi yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我就在此刻突然见到你&lt;br /&gt;Wo jiu zai ci ke tu ran jian dao ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;春暖的花香带走冬天的饥寒&lt;br /&gt;Chun nuan de hua xiang dai zou dong tian de ji han&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;微风吹来意外的爱情&lt;br /&gt;Wei feng chui lai yi wai de ai qing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;鸟儿的高歌拉近我们距离&lt;br /&gt;Niao er de gao ge la jin wo men ju li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;我就在此刻突然爱上你&lt;br /&gt;Wo jiu zai ci ke tu ran ai shang ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;听我说&lt;br /&gt;Ting wo shuo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;手牵手 跟我一起走&lt;br /&gt;Shou qian shou Gen wo yi qi zou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;创造幸福的生活&lt;br /&gt;Chuang zhao xing fu de sheng huo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;昨天你来不及&lt;br /&gt;Zuo tian ni lai bu ji&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;明天就会可惜&lt;br /&gt;Ming tian jiu hui ke xi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;今天嫁给我好吗&lt;br /&gt;Jin tian jia gei wo hao ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLIN IN THE HOUSE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DT(David Tao) IN THE HOUSE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUR LOVE IN THE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) 夏日的热情打动春天的懒散&lt;br /&gt;Xia ri de ri qing da dong chun tian de lan shan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;阳光照耀美满的家庭&lt;br /&gt;Yang guang zhao yang mei man de jia ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;每一首情歌都会勾起回忆&lt;br /&gt;Mei yi shou qing ge dou hui gou qi hui yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;想当年我是怎么认识你&lt;br /&gt;Xiang dang nian wo shi zen me ren shi ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;冬天的忧伤结束秋天的孤单&lt;br /&gt;Dong tian de you shang jie shu qiu tian de gu dan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;微风吹来苦辣的思念&lt;br /&gt;Wei feng chui lai ku la de si nian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;鸟儿的高歌唱着不要别离&lt;br /&gt;Niao er de gao ge chang zhe bu yao bie li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;此刻我多么想要拥抱你&lt;br /&gt;Ci ke wo duo me xiang yao yong bao ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;听我说&lt;br /&gt;Ting wo shuo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;手牵手 跟我一起走&lt;br /&gt;Shou qian shou gen wo yi qi zou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;过着安定的生活&lt;br /&gt;Guo zhe an ding de sheng huo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;昨天你来不及&lt;br /&gt;Zuo tian ni lai bu ji &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;明天就会可惜&lt;br /&gt;Ming tian jiu hui ke xi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;今天你要嫁给我&lt;br /&gt;Jin tian ni yao jia gei wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;听我说&lt;br /&gt;Ting wo shuo&lt;br /&gt;手牵手 我们一起&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shou qian shou wo men yi qi zou&lt;br /&gt;把你一生交给我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ba ni yi sheng jiao gei wo&lt;br /&gt;昨天不要回头 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zuo tian bu yao hui tou&lt;br /&gt;明天要到白首 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ming tian yao dao bai shou&lt;br /&gt;今天你要嫁给我&lt;br /&gt;Jin tian ni yao jia gei wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rap: 听着礼堂的钟声&lt;br /&gt;Ting zhe li tang de zhong sheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我们在上帝和亲友面前见证&lt;br /&gt;Wo men zai shang di he qin you mian qian jian zheng &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这对男女生就要结为夫妻&lt;br /&gt;Zhe dui nan nv sheng jiu yao jie wei fu qi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;要忘了这一切是多么的神圣&lt;br /&gt;Bu yao wang le zhe yi qie shi duo mo the shen sheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你愿意生死苦乐永远和她在一起&lt;br /&gt;Ni yuan yi sheng si ku le yong yuan he ta zai yi qi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱惜她 尊重她&lt;br /&gt;Ai xi ta zun zhong ta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;安慰她 保护着她&lt;br /&gt;An wei ta bao hu zhe ta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;两人同时建立起美满的家庭&lt;br /&gt;Liang ren tong shi jian li qi mei man the jia ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你愿意这样做吗&lt;br /&gt;Ni yuan yi zhe yang zuo ma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;听我说&lt;br /&gt;Ting wo shuo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;手牵手 一路到尽头&lt;br /&gt;Shou qian shou yi lu dao jin tou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;把你一生交给我&lt;br /&gt;Ba ni yi sheng jiao gei wo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;昨天已是过去&lt;br /&gt;Zuo tian yi shi guo qu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;明天更多回忆&lt;br /&gt;Ming tian geng duo hui yi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;今天你要嫁给我&lt;br /&gt;Jin tian ni yao jia gei wo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-9051202338025333585?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9051202338025333585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=9051202338025333585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/9051202338025333585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/9051202338025333585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/latest-addiction-xp.html' title='Latest addiction xP'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4331314141558120634</id><published>2007-11-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:42:15.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R0BYk4YM2lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nRkjIW5dBrI/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134200965834791506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R0BYk4YM2lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nRkjIW5dBrI/s400/image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Selamat pagi, kak. Akak nak gi mana? Mari saya tahankan pintu lif.”, was the help offered by a young boy who was the cleaner at my ofis. Hmm… looks like I have to come to terms with the fact that it’s no longer I who calls people aunty, uncle, kak or abang, haha. It is the other way around now. Haih. I feel so old xP but of course, in the office itself, I still am the 2nd youngest, and get to call other older women “kak.” Kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess advancing in age isn’t at all a bad thing. As we grow older, we get to face different stages of life, encounter different experiences, meeting different people from all walks of life. This year’s birthday was a simple yet very meaningful one to me as it was somewhat different from the previous years ;) I got to spend this year with a “special addition”, hehe　(I requested that he join us for dinner ;p). But of course, other than spending time with loved ones and friends, it is about His love, mercy &amp;amp; grace that He has shown unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about living life for His glory. It is about decisions in life that I make based on His guidance and love. It is fast approaching 2 yrs that I make a spiritual transition, and with God’s help, I want to maintain that =D friends come and go along the way. All I am glad is that some were there for a SEASON, others for a REASON, and the rest for a LIFETIME. Thanx especially to my family: my parents for their many years of love and care, and my siblings for all the support, encouragements and not forgetting the help that you all have endlessly given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx also to my cg members, especially my beloved CG leader Connor, who have always been there for me, whether to cheer me up or to lend a helping hand. It will never go unnoticed. Thanx for loving and accepting me for who I am =) also to 2 of them who have left the cell to be with their other half in spiritual support, and they are none other than Nichole Lim and Evie. Keep on being a contagious Christian no matter where you are, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to the whole group at Mines ICT: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;认识你们是我最大的福分。。 谢谢你们那么热心的接受我成为你们的一分子。。 要特别谢谢那位曾经借电动轮椅给我的冠廷。。 还有借房间给我的琳荔。。如果没有房间， 我就不可能去那边玩了。。 如果没有轮椅我就是失去了自由， 哈哈。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is specially dedicated to the latest addition :”&gt; Thanx, dear… &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢你不断的鼓励和支持我。。谢谢你让我看见生活上的美满。。&lt;/span&gt;It’s just the beginning of a new year :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4331314141558120634?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4331314141558120634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4331314141558120634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4331314141558120634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4331314141558120634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-feel-so-old.html' title='I feel so old...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/R0BYk4YM2lI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nRkjIW5dBrI/s72-c/image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2168494072295525025</id><published>2007-11-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:29:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great singers, great talent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyxekJBqotI/AAAAAAAAASw/49WRak1lnls/s1600-h/favourite+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128578050659361490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyxekJBqotI/AAAAAAAAASw/49WRak1lnls/s400/favourite+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don’t think it’s coincidence that I bumped into 2 of our very own talented people from DUMC. I stumbled upon a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/r/_LYz3xuEyj9XlE2jfoOpdUgQ78_b0doY"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;with the song&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.higherpraise.com/lyrics1/ISurrenderAll.htm"&gt;All To Jesus I Surrender&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; by our dear Patrick Leong (with Jacklyn Victor). Unintentionally, Juwita Suwito’s Breathe Again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Oc3e_f_d-s"&gt;You Tube&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;came on when I was browsing for a cartoon animation. She’s got great voice, really ;) the tune was so soothing I cant help but googled for the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.free-lyrics.org/Juwita-Suwito/145356-Breathe-Again.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; immediately, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I won't say much. All I can say is I, personally, am very proud to have such talented people in my church. God bless them, haha. Well, enjoy. At least I enjoyed hearing them sing ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BREATHE AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;by Juwita Suwito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how it feels when it’s all over&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where you’re going&lt;br /&gt;When you face a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that way&lt;br /&gt;Now I just close my eyes and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;** I just want to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Learn to face the joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Discover how to laugh a little, cry a little&lt;br /&gt;Live a little more&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna face the day&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the woes of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hope a little, try a little more&lt;br /&gt;I’ll breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Starting out again is never easy&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments come and go but life still moves on&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of luck, it’s a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;That might just work my way&lt;br /&gt;No need to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to live on life’s replay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;## Things will work out fine&lt;br /&gt;If you can find the courage to look past the night&lt;br /&gt;To see the break of dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Significant!! So significant!! And at the right time some more, haha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2168494072295525025?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2168494072295525025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2168494072295525025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2168494072295525025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2168494072295525025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/great-singers-great-talent.html' title='Great singers, great talent...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyxekJBqotI/AAAAAAAAASw/49WRak1lnls/s72-c/favourite+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2589855156004105956</id><published>2007-11-02T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:37:08.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive &amp; Forget??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As easy as it may sound, can you do both? You can forgive, but can you really forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, why forgive? Because something not right happened. Why forget? Because we don’t want that very thing to weigh us down. Because we should be looking ahead, not backwards and dwell in the past. Because the Bible tells us so. Because God tells us so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question is, can we forgive? Yes, we can forgive. Now, honestly. Can we forget? Ahah!! Some may find it hard to answer this second part of the question. I have to admit, I can forgive, but I find it very hard to forget. Not once, not twice. But many times. These past few days, the message of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FORGIVENESS – FORGIVE &amp;amp; FORGET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;keeps on repeating itself, and I guess it was no coincidence that I stumbled upon a few histories. The hurts have healed, but the scars remain forever. I may have forgiven, but I can’t bring myself to delete all that has happened. I may have forgiven, but no matter how hard I try to forget, the scars has already been imprinted so how else can it be removed without creating further damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look through my archives and chats history, past unpleasant incidences flooded my memory bank. How I was hurt by friends I thought was genuine, how I was betrayed by friends I thought I could trust. How I was stabbed in the back by friends who buttered their words till I fall prey to their schemes. I grew up and was given spiritual guidance in a local church. Therefore I knew what the Bible says about forgiveness. But really, forgiving and forgetting is a totally different story altogether. Likewise for a wound and a scar. In life, something that has been done cannot be undone. Life is not like a computer where you can edit an error, and replace that which was wrong. Neither is life like a computer where you can hit the delete button, and poof!, it is deleted. Only by his grace, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forgive, &amp;amp; forget? Friends... friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I BELONG TO YOU &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;by Rueben Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Open arms&lt;br /&gt;Welcome me close to Your heart&lt;br /&gt;And there I long to stay&lt;br /&gt;Mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing my life in Your blood&lt;br /&gt;Whiter than the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;** I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my first love&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything I’m living for&lt;br /&gt;You’re the joy I know&lt;br /&gt;Treasure I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;I burn for You&lt;br /&gt;My eternal love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take my life&lt;br /&gt;Join me forever with You&lt;br /&gt;Make our hearts as one&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love&lt;br /&gt;Driving away all my fears&lt;br /&gt;Freedom I’ve found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;## Jesus, my eternal love&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, my eternal love&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, my eternal love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2589855156004105956?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2589855156004105956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2589855156004105956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2589855156004105956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2589855156004105956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgive-forget.html' title='Forgive &amp; Forget??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3125194839146938554</id><published>2007-11-01T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:32:08.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是否能明白？</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyjPdpBqorI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ne37MVQYRxg/s1600-h/love+clouds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576283897307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyjPdpBqorI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ne37MVQYRxg/s400/love+clouds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;一位坐在轮椅上的残障人士和一位能跑能跳的非残障有什么共同点呢？也许我应该问 “这两群人是否能了解对方？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那位能跑能跳的非残障是否能&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;完全&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;明白那位坐在轮椅上的残障朋友吗？他的需要， 他的感受， 甚至他的自尊心。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;虽然他们是靠着那辆轮椅来过生活，这不代表他们是废物。。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;轮椅有轮椅的精彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;啊！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;如果你的想法只有 “恐惧，忧虑 和 疑惑”而不敢踏出人世，那不是会成为家人的负担吗？难道你要等到被逼的时候才开始学？ 那时， 不会太迟了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;人生有生有死。。 难道一个小宝贝不会成长吗？ 难道一个上了年纪的老人家不会去世吗？这只不过是你曾经问过我的一个问题。。 是你自己希望看见我独立起来， 是你自己曾经提议送我去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulgate.my.diip.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;美门残障中心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;住一住， 学一学他们的独立生活。。 是你自己曾经在朋友面前叫我学他们的独立。。 那， 现在呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;我最讨厌的就是你曾经很爱把我和惠玲做比较。。 我不是讨厌惠玲， 反而要谢谢她让我看见世界上是绝对没有 “不可能” 这 3 个字。。 但， 我想说的是， 那时你只会称赞她的优点，公开我的缺点。。 那时， 她做到的，我还在学习当中。。 现在， 我也一样做到了。。 但你偏偏不在乎我的能力！！ 送我去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovelydisabledhome.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;爱，关怀之家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;都是一样的原因吧？我全心学会了这些， 除了为我自己好， 还为了谁呢？ 都是为了你们长老以后不必担心我， 不必为我烦恼。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;但， 你们是否能明白这一切？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这最后一段是给我心目中的特别人物：&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;在我伤心失望的那一刻， 我叫你不必 call 我， 但我知道你都是为了关心我才来了那一通电话。 谢谢你一直以来的鼓励和支持。。我的心事说完了， 眼泪哭干了， 都一样睡不着。。 haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3125194839146938554?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3125194839146938554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3125194839146938554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3125194839146938554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3125194839146938554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='你是否能明白？'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyjPdpBqorI/AAAAAAAAASk/Ne37MVQYRxg/s72-c/love+clouds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3786124636153118774</id><published>2007-10-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:13:09.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can dreams come alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyNAfpBqopI/AAAAAAAAASU/VRqtdCrtv8o/s1600-h/candles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126011713210720914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyNAfpBqopI/AAAAAAAAASU/VRqtdCrtv8o/s400/candles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“What is your future plan?” I knew this would come sooner or later. I have, in fact, been thinking of the next step. With a few options in hand, I am contemplating on each possibility. Can a dream that’s fire has been put off, a dead dream, come alive again after so long being left in the “to sort later” stack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have dreamed and planned to be this and that, but why has it not been accomplished? Is it barriers &amp;amp; restrictions, or incapability &amp;amp; inferiority? Today, I want to get that passion and fire burning again, not because I have no other resorts, but because I want to have something that I can look back and be proud of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanx dear, for that reminder ;) I know dreams &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; come alive if we push forth. If you can, I can too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;p/s: ooh, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Wei!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is one of the friendships that I have no regrets of. I may have gone ahead according to the path He has led me, but you are one of the frens that I will keep dearly in my heart. Thanx for everything!! All the best to u too… Cheers…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3786124636153118774?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3786124636153118774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3786124636153118774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3786124636153118774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3786124636153118774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-dreams-come-alive.html' title='Can dreams come alive?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RyNAfpBqopI/AAAAAAAAASU/VRqtdCrtv8o/s72-c/candles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-7331402088850334775</id><published>2007-10-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:41:03.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can read your mind, and I know your story&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see what you're going through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's an uphill climb, and I'm feeling sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know it will come to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't surrender, coz you can win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this thing called love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* When you want it the most, there's no easy way out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're ready to go, and your heart's left in doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give up on your faith, love comes to those who believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's the way it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you question me, for a simple answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to say, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's plain to see, if you stick together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're gonna find a way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't surrender, coz you can win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this thing called love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* When you want it the most, there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go, and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith, love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;** When life is empty, with no tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And loneliness starts to call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby, don't worry, forget your sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Coz love's gonna conquer it all, all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, I believe in this thing called love ;) I have believed in it and have held on to it for 8 years, and will continue to hold on to it. Yet, if love does not work out the way you want it to, I don't believe in one's decision to end life just because that one person failed you. For goodness' sake, there are many more out there who are worth your love and care, sweat and blood! God did not just create one miserable opposite sex that you have to mourn over the loss of that one miserable soul who dumped you. Haha. (or even stoop so low to beg him/her to come back to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why do people choose to do stupid things (or even things that will cause them to lose their morale) just because things don't go their way? Excuse me!! Grow up!! If you believe in love enough to stay strong while waiting for Mr. or Ms. Right, no matter how long they take to appear, then love will have a chance to find its way to you. Otherwise, what right do you have to blame love (or worse still blame God) that you are not given a chance, and are the only one left? How can love give you a chance, when you don't even give yourself a second chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone called me tonight. Shared with me the news of the “successful”passing of a friend. Shocked beyond words, for this was not his first attempt. Is anyone to be blamed for his death? He himself? His ex? Or the people around him for not paying close attention to what he was doing to end his life? Only God can tell! If I was in his shoes, what will I do? Let me assure you, that I will not be so st***d to do something like that ;) because I believe in this thing called LOVE!! And this, I dedicate to all my friends and family out there: I LOVE YOU ALL *muaks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-7331402088850334775?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7331402088850334775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=7331402088850334775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7331402088850334775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7331402088850334775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-believe-it.html' title='Do You Believe It?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2312344122819869574</id><published>2007-10-16T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:12:12.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rainbow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwyJy4wJEaI/AAAAAAAAASM/ixvBu3ewlC0/s1600-h/rainbow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119618383734182306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwyJy4wJEaI/AAAAAAAAASM/ixvBu3ewlC0/s400/rainbow2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Often times I have mentioned about how much I wanted to see a rainbow, be it physically or in the spiritual realm. I am grateful for the 2 separate occasions that I had an opportunity to see a real rainbow, from which He taught me a few lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow that I have always wanted to see has appeared in a very special way. I have nothing else to demand of God, but to thank Him for blessing me with such a blessing, haha… I pray that it will get better from the way it already is with each passing day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You know who you are ;) Thanx for everything, ya? Jesus loves you &amp;amp; so do I!! *hug hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2312344122819869574?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2312344122819869574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2312344122819869574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2312344122819869574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2312344122819869574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-rainbow.html' title='My Rainbow...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwyJy4wJEaI/AAAAAAAAASM/ixvBu3ewlC0/s72-c/rainbow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3834990054244362635</id><published>2007-10-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T12:17:00.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Land of Strawberries &amp; Teas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After a year and four months, Light House finally had our very own cell retreat to the Land of Strawberries &amp;amp; Teas – Cameron Highlands. With a number of 12 almost-regular members, we headed off to spend the night at Peter’s house in Ipoh before heading off to CH the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really a total difference in terms of the company of friends, and the spirit of togetherness here with Light House. 12 of us went, which was quite a good number :) 3 of whom were quite new members. It was because of this retreat that broke the ice between one another, and it was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing session really brought out the truth in us. Shared our hearts just about anything as far as the cell is concerned. I announced my decision too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else much to say... let’s just leave it to the pictures to tell the story (but unfortunately the camera woman still needs to do some adjusments to them... will upload it as soon as she sends us the link, or can even view it at my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;some time later ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3834990054244362635?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3834990054244362635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3834990054244362635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3834990054244362635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3834990054244362635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-land-of-strawberries-teas.html' title='To the Land of Strawberries &amp; Teas...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6956050256881519679</id><published>2007-10-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:33:49.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actions Speak Louder Than Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwUDxowJEYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/74X6hC1WWak/s1600-h/helping_hand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117500702864249218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwUDxowJEYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/74X6hC1WWak/s400/helping_hand1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Don’t worry Elaine. One may not be a Christian now. (S)he may not be ready to follow your faith, but sooner or later, when (s)he sees your heart, and how you selflessly give of yourself, I believe a ‘miracle’ will happen.” These were the very words of Kenji when I shared some “specific incidences” with him over lunch yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes, I know that reflects a slight truth. But that is not all. There are a handful of other factors, and I know for sure that I was, and still is, a little worried where these other factors are concerned. It is not about him, but about them. Will they accept this idea of “actions speak louder than words” or are they stubborn enough to double enforce certain “rules &amp;amp; regulations”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“actions speak louder than words”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; ... Thanks for this revelation, Kenji :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6956050256881519679?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6956050256881519679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6956050256881519679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6956050256881519679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6956050256881519679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-worry-elaine.html' title='Actions Speak Louder Than Words...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RwUDxowJEYI/AAAAAAAAAR8/74X6hC1WWak/s72-c/helping_hand1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4395709684144433067</id><published>2007-09-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T00:04:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons To Learn From...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; take a relationship (or rather, your other half) for granted. You will never know when it is too late to even appreciate them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; A relationship involves 2 persons. Therefore, two-way communication is very, I repeat, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; important. If only one party speaks all the time, the other party will soon get restless and eventually want out!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Humility, dignity, respect and trust PLUS a give-and-take attitude is a package that comes with a relationship. If one does not learn the art of give-and-take, instead thinks of him or herself all the time, then he or she should do a self check before progressing with the relationship and hurting the other party in the course of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Honesty is the best policy. No matter how hard the situation may be, speak your heart and tell the truth. First hand truth is better than second hand story. Respect your partner by giving him/her first hand truth rather than for him/her to find it out from an outsider. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys dislike their girls to be too dependent on them (the guy) for everything, let alone despise themselves (the girl). They prefer a more independent partner who can fend for herself in his absence, and one who takes her life seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks to this couple, both of whom are my friends, I was able to see and learn something new from the failure of their relationship. Of course, I also saw the true color of someone full of insecurity. Having heard both sides of the story, I would rather give the benefit of the doubt to someone whom I have known for almost half a decade rather than someone I only met less than a year. Their story also ended in less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, you deserve someone better ;) “Kar yau!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Note to self: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) NEVER take a relationship (or rather, your other half) for granted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Two-way communication is very, I repeat, VERY important.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4395709684144433067?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4395709684144433067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4395709684144433067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4395709684144433067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4395709684144433067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/lessons-to-learn-from.html' title='Lessons To Learn From...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-7598417619324214275</id><published>2007-09-10T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:15:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;爱是恒久忍耐 又有恩慈&lt;br /&gt;Ai shi heng jiu ren nai you you en ci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱是不嫉妒 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai shi bu ji du &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;爱是不自夸不张狂&lt;br /&gt;Ai shi bu zi kua bu zhang kuang&lt;br /&gt;不做害羞的事&lt;br /&gt;Bu zuo hai xiu de shi&lt;br /&gt;不求自己地益处 不轻易发怒&lt;br /&gt;Bu qiu zi ji de yi chu bu jing yi fa nu&lt;br /&gt;不计算人家的恶&lt;br /&gt;Bu ji suan ren jia de e&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢不义 只喜欢真理&lt;br /&gt;Bu xi huan bu yi zhi xi huan zhen li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凡事包容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;凡事相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;凡事盼望&lt;br /&gt;Fan shi bao rong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;fan shi xiang xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; fan shi pan wang&lt;br /&gt;凡事忍耐 凡事要忍耐&lt;br /&gt;Fan shi ren nai fan shi yao ren nai&lt;br /&gt;爱是永不止息&lt;br /&gt;Ai shi yong bu zhi xi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Can I be honest with myself? Am I being honest at all in the first place? What was I feeling, what was I thinking when I was told of that news? I was scared… I was more afraid than jealous, really… But the Bible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20John%204:18;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;says&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 John 4:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERFECT LOVE CAST OUT ALL FEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;;) If I choose to love, I should not fear!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I choose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:4;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;not to envy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(or be jealous)… I choose to believe, I choose to trust!! Most of all, I choose to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;爱是不嫉妒… 所以我选择不嫉妒 :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-7598417619324214275?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7598417619324214275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=7598417619324214275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7598417619324214275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7598417619324214275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/09/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-822707522405358089</id><published>2007-08-24T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:32:27.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Alabaster Box...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(solo)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(another solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/tabs/r/rascal_flatts/bless_the_broken_road_ver2_crd.htm"&gt;chords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sometimes I really don’t know if what I did was right. But then again, I would never know if I did not try. Sometimes I am afraid, but other times I am curious to know how the story would end. Sometimes I ask simple questions, other times I debate for logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonder why the perception of humans could be solely based on what they see on the outside. Didn’t the Bible say that God Himself looks at the heart and not the outward appearance? What is the influential factor for this change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Could I say what this song title say? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-822707522405358089?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/822707522405358089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=822707522405358089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/822707522405358089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/822707522405358089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-my-alabaster-box.html' title='In My Alabaster Box...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5788346553290426887</id><published>2007-08-08T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:03:21.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Make a proper definition of this phrase. Tell me it really makes sense. What contributes to this phrase? Hmm…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5788346553290426887?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5788346553290426887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5788346553290426887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5788346553290426887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5788346553290426887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-7188456503848527860</id><published>2007-08-05T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T00:50:51.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A Distance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RrSuQrSIXqI/AAAAAAAAARI/9timHLL5xAk/s1600-h/butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094888679982784162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RrSuQrSIXqI/AAAAAAAAARI/9timHLL5xAk/s400/butterfly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;From a distance… Only from a distance … Was there a tinge of regret when I saw what was impossible to happen? what emotions were they when I looked into your eyes? Was I thankful for what I already have rather than yearning, longing and wishing for what I may never have? It was difficult, what about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;515 days… You did the routine… So near, yet distance apart… But what can I say for the fact that the grass is greener on the other side :) thanx for the memories though… I wish you all the best!! Please do bless me as I bless you from the bottom of my heart!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-7188456503848527860?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7188456503848527860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=7188456503848527860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7188456503848527860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7188456503848527860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-distance.html' title='From A Distance...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RrSuQrSIXqI/AAAAAAAAARI/9timHLL5xAk/s72-c/butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-383064604550162589</id><published>2007-07-28T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T23:48:44.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RqsNCrSIXoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Td3jBFZE35U/s1600-h/hehe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092178143302147714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="328" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RqsNCrSIXoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Td3jBFZE35U/s400/hehe.JPG" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My picture was being stolen as somebody else’s display picture? :o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-383064604550162589?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/383064604550162589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=383064604550162589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/383064604550162589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/383064604550162589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/stolen-picture.html' title='Stolen picture...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RqsNCrSIXoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Td3jBFZE35U/s72-c/hehe.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3384100185479724230</id><published>2007-07-20T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:25:06.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Promise You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the visions around you&lt;br /&gt;Bring tears to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And all that surround you&lt;br /&gt;Are secrets and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your strength&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you hope&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your faith when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;The one you should call&lt;br /&gt;Was standing here all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;** And I will take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved you forever&lt;br /&gt;In lifetimes before&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you never&lt;br /&gt;Will you hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my word&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;This is a battle we've won&lt;br /&gt;And with this vow&lt;br /&gt;Forever has now begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;** Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Each lovin' day&lt;br /&gt;And know this feeling won't go away&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over I fall&lt;br /&gt;When I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Without you in my life, baby&lt;br /&gt;I just wouldn't be living at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And hold you right where you belong&lt;br /&gt;'Til the day my life is through&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;** Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Each lovin' day&lt;br /&gt;And know this feeling won't go away&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;Every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;This I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, this I promise!! You know it is true :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3384100185479724230?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3384100185479724230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3384100185479724230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3384100185479724230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3384100185479724230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-i-promise-you.html' title='This I Promise You...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5715961631049271181</id><published>2007-07-17T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:35:37.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16th… A date to remember…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rpt9tAciEqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hSbv6lsiXS8/s1600-h/pink+carnation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087798416212365986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rpt9tAciEqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hSbv6lsiXS8/s400/pink+carnation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no need for special occasions to send a special wish to a special person like u. But I really just wanna say thanks for making ME feel so special :) I never regret even one day knowing u. I thank God for bringing u into my life. Thanx for always being there for me, thanx for always cheering me up, and for the way u unfailingly encouraged me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you!! It is a “number” I will never forget :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5715961631049271181?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5715961631049271181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5715961631049271181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5715961631049271181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5715961631049271181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/16th-date-to-remember.html' title='16th… A date to remember…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rpt9tAciEqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/hSbv6lsiXS8/s72-c/pink+carnation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-8853657646602384980</id><published>2007-07-05T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:12:38.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE DOESN'T NEED A REASON...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RovIznZT5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5YdUNoi4OuA/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083377393491764578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RovIznZT5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5YdUNoi4OuA/s400/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lady: Why do you like me? Why do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: I can’t tell the reason, but I really like you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lady: You can’t even tell me the reason… How can you say you like me? How can you say you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: I really don’t know the reason, but I can prove that I love you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lady: Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend’s boyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Man: Ok,ok… Erm… Because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile , because of your every movements…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The lady felt very satisfied with the man’s answer. Unfortunately, a few days later, the lady met with an accident and went into the coma stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The guy then placed a letter by her side, and here is the content:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Darling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because of your sweet voice that I love you. Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because of your care and concern that I like you. Now that you cannot show them, I cannot love you. Because of your smile, because of your every movement that I love you. Now can you smile? Now can you move? No! Therefore I cannot love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does love need a reason? NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Therefore, I still love you. And love doesn’t need a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Relationships are hard to handle, it may even seem impossible at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There will be many fights and many quarrels, many disagreements and many tears.The easiest thing would be to give up.But if we spent half the energy we use in fighting with each other, and spend that energy in fighting to keep the relationship strong, then that is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Remember, in a relationship, giving up is not the solution Disagreements, fights and quarrels will always be there. But you must always fight harder to stay together. Some fights are really worth fighting! SMILE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LEARN TO&lt;/span&gt; LOVE&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; WITHOUT TAKING OR EXPECTING ANYTHING IN RETURN… LEARN TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOVE&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, AND YOU WILL BE&lt;/span&gt; LOVED &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IN RETURN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; IS UNTIL YOU START&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;…!! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW TO ACCEPT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO GIVE OUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ALL YOU CAN, WITH AS MUCH AS YOU HAVE, FOR AS LONG AS GOD GIVES YOU BREATH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1 John 4:19&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~~&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We love because He first loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-8853657646602384980?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8853657646602384980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=8853657646602384980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8853657646602384980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8853657646602384980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-doesnt-need-reason.html' title='LOVE DOESN&apos;T NEED A REASON...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RovIznZT5WI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5YdUNoi4OuA/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6055911311581712875</id><published>2007-05-17T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:14:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 13:4-8...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;爱是恒久忍耐 又有恩慈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai shi heng jiu ren nai you you en ci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;爱是不嫉妒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai shi bu ji du&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是不自夸不张狂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai shi bu zhi kua bu zhang kuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不做害羞的事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bu zuo hai xiu de shi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不求自己地益处 不轻易发怒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bu qiu zi ji de yi chu bu jing yi fa nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不计算人家的恶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bu ji suan ren jia de e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不喜欢不义 只喜欢真理&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bu xi huan bu yi zhi xi huan zhen li&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;凡事包容凡事相信 凡事盼望&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fan shi bao yong fan shi xiang xin fan shi pan wang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凡事忍耐 凡事要忍耐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fan shi ren nai fan shi yao ren nai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是永不止息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ai shi yong bu zhi xi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A song in mandarin to the translation of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:4-8&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;Love passage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;from the Scriptures. We have been practicing it since a couple of weeks ago in preparation for the Charity Dinner, organized by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovelydisabledhome.com/"&gt;Lovely Disabled Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. Similar to that of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://beautifulgate.my.diip.net/"&gt;Beautiful Gate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;, Lovely Disabled Home was set up in November 2005 by just an ordinary inmate of BG, who is now a director of a centre of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated matter, it really feels great to be back home to my own cozy room, and to be able to go online again rather than sleep as early as 9 p.m. :o haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6055911311581712875?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6055911311581712875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6055911311581712875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6055911311581712875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6055911311581712875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-corinthians-134-8.html' title='1 Corinthians 13:4-8...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4256385970308811967</id><published>2007-04-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T23:54:05.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAYING LIFE’S GAME…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RinPle92VDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mlT46Gw87R4/s1600-h/cross+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055800299574678578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RinPle92VDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mlT46Gw87R4/s400/cross+road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sometimes decisions in life can affect our feelings; other times our feelings can affect our decisions. At one point, I was determined to fulfill my decisions. But on the other hand, I was hesitant that it could actually become a reality. Heart to heart talk can sometimes stir up mixed feelings. Truly I was at a junction of dilemma again as Evie and Debbie chatted about their ups and downs last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I truly want? What if I said yes, what if I said no? What if I’m ready? What if I’m not? When I was ready, the situation was at a stand still. Yet when I thought that I may not be ready after all, there were indications that things were on the right track. Haih, what an irony. The inter-zone bowling competition is next Friday, am I up for it? Not that I will be playing. The question is am I ready to face my “challenges”. Am I ready to face something (and perhaps someone) knowing that I may be at risk of losing it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I really have the self-sacrificing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Melancholy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; traits that people say they see in me? True.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:4-5;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Love is not self-seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. And because I wanted others to be happy, I gave up my own for their sake? Well, I guess I have given in way too much. Three years ago, I gave in. Now, I find myself giving in again. Perhaps it is time I learnt to think a little more for myself rather than putting others on priority and end up hurting myself in the process. I’m tired. When will this game end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Don’t worry and fret over what’s not happening; cherish that which has taken place.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4256385970308811967?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4256385970308811967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4256385970308811967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4256385970308811967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4256385970308811967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-lifes-game.html' title='PLAYING LIFE’S GAME…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RinPle92VDI/AAAAAAAAAPw/mlT46Gw87R4/s72-c/cross+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2494917725650703448</id><published>2007-04-21T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:09:09.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years and counting…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieMvO92UkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HjtNKbj8X1Y/s1600-h/25th+Anv+dinner+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163849845920322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieMvO92UkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HjtNKbj8X1Y/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Last Sunday marks the silver year for my parents!! It may have long past the actual date, but it is better late than never. Better than having them look back and recall their 25th anniversary in the hospital with me, haha. The dinner was held at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ksc.com.my/"&gt;Kelana Seafood Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;, with my other two &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ET siblings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I being the organizer. My sister was the overall event manager (cum emcee), my brother the film producer of their life’s story and myself as the receptionist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055160074569667042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieJTe92UeI/AAAAAAAAALI/Y0Y0zHLLqy4/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The receptionist and her assistant, the rest are just the side models… Hahaha :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055161294340379138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieKae92UgI/AAAAAAAAALY/iTeeS25P8pE/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;My sis, as the emcee of the nite…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cell members, relatives, and a handful of close friends from church were there to witness this occasion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055151334311219570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieBWu92UXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/76dRD1byOCo/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055150801735274818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieA3u92UUI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Y7or24SpV70/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055150801735274802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieA3u92UTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C1fEhv0p2Pk/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055150299224101154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieAae92USI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KqiaT6q_G1I/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055367611684377378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihGDu92UyI/AAAAAAAAANo/TvYHr7pXHoA/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055152146060038562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieCF-92UaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m5jJUP_Al1U/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163197010891314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieMJO92UjI/AAAAAAAAALw/oQxXfAk7qz0/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mom, her eldest brother and wife…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055163192715924002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieMI-92UiI/AAAAAAAAALo/PVYH7i91INU/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Pictures paint a thousand words. And with too much to say about the whole event, I’ll just let the pictures tell them for me, hehe *winkz*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055151338606186882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieBW-92UYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/juuU0106g_E/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055160078864634354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieJTu92UfI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-6_AX5mZ2ac/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The “cell group” table…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055160070274699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieJTO92UdI/AAAAAAAAALA/GF6lpojrw1s/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;The in laws, hehehe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055152150355005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieCGO92UcI/AAAAAAAAAK4/udHkV5BCYgQ/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The “bride’s” family…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055165245710291554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieOAe92UmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F4qWVYPhE9M/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle Tony and Auntie Connie, the husband-and-wife worship team…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055166667344466546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RiePTO92UnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/HEXgRfA42CU/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renewal of vows…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055166671639433858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RiePTe92UoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hCgtM2_PZo4/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Exchanging of rings…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055166671639433874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RiePTe92UpI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5l8xkeu0Aoc/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;That special ring from him to her *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055168879252624066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieRT-92UsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MZhO51jLmSE/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet *winkz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055168883547591378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieRUO92UtI/AAAAAAAAANA/Vs_CE-mON5I/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055172551449662194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieUpu92UvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4-T0hnH3jV4/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our very own BSB band&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grace PJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Bible Shop Boys: Tony, Gus and Eddy (L to R) &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;[they came in quietly, made themselves comfortable on stage and started performing - a surprise arrangement by Auntie Connie Chong *winkz*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, let's dance the night away, haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055172560039596802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieUqO92UwI/AAAAAAAAANY/Ef315C6mgQA/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055374711265317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihMg-92UzI/AAAAAAAAANw/fmjjvdf6NqA/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055374715560284994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihMhO92U0I/AAAAAAAAAN4/8_qgOlO_kzE/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055374715560285010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihMhO92U1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/XaHT4N4Updg/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kids really learn what they see the adults do, haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055384679884411746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihVlO92U2I/AAAAAAAAAOI/ROfA4kxMjIk/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs Simon Teo with Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Mogan :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055384684179379058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihVle92U3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ncFErk-p-gM/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pei Wern, my sis &amp; I…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055387467318186882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihYHe92U4I/AAAAAAAAAOY/9z_r-6yAo5E/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;With Pastor Richard &amp; Pastor Maryanne…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055387471613154210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihYHu92U6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/U81x9rt32Pw/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055387467318186898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihYHe92U5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/wrTEDxsFZQo/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055391865364698034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihcHe92U7I/AAAAAAAAAOw/gxjTST_ALiE/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With Ps Steven Young and his sister, Ms. Connie Young… Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055391869659665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihcHu92U9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/xZIqoyK_xO8/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cell Group gang…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055391869659665346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RihcHu92U8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/5znrx5QUzSg/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Teng familly…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055395936993694706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rihf0e92U_I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vA9daoIlHyk/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A good of friend of 11 yrs :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055397749469893634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rihhd-92VAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/I5zka30-tY0/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presenting the “bride &amp; the groom”, hahaha…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055912531365090386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rio1qO92VFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/06j3nzL4TSI/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055397758059828258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rihhee92VCI/AAAAAAAAAPo/e1Swo-mdu7I/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e Guest Book…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055911779745813570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rio0-e92VEI/AAAAAAAAAP4/9CuiFzI9124/s400/25th+Anv+dinner+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2494917725650703448?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2494917725650703448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2494917725650703448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2494917725650703448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2494917725650703448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-years-and-counting.html' title='25 years and counting…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RieMvO92UkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/HjtNKbj8X1Y/s72-c/25th+Anv+dinner+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6934098200630888010</id><published>2007-04-12T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:02:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Needed That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I thought… I reasoned… I questioned a lot before I made the decision… I just didn’t want to get my hopes too high… I was just afraid, I guess… I thought and I reasoned again… I finally decided… And so there I was last Friday, at U Bowl, One Utama… Although I wasn’t part of the team, just being out in the fun was a breather, something that I so needed :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051479723455186930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rhp2C2qih_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FZL-sUZpog0/s400/bowl-group.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Week 1: Kah Mun (from the Praise Givers), Evelyn, Calvin (a fellow church member), Debbie Debbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051479727750154242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rhp2DGqiiAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/r5HJF9ghJk0/s400/debbie+n+elaine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Week 2: Debbie Debbie [psst: hey girl, u can do it one ;) ur house  so near One U *shh* practice makes perfect rite?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Someone suggested that I could try bowling since I dun need to move around, juz be at the lane and shoot. But the ball kinda heavy la :p]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was questioned about certain things, and why I did what I did. Was I sure about my own actions? Only God knows, haha. All in all, I needed that… For which I really appreciate Evie for offering to come all the way to pick me up. Thanks, dear!! Gambate, Light House!! You guys shall win the championship. Amen? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6934098200630888010?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6934098200630888010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6934098200630888010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6934098200630888010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6934098200630888010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-needed-that.html' title='I Needed That...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rhp2C2qih_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/FZL-sUZpog0/s72-c/bowl-group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-4578561487768442010</id><published>2007-04-08T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:32:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU MAKE ME "SCATTERED"!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I seem to have been missing out on some things in my life. Ever since having to go in and out of the hospital, I have not been attending Sunday services and serving in Royal Rangers regularly. I have been missing out on so much as far as a couple of close friends are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to pop by a friend’s blog, only to realize that I made the wrong move. I really did!! After reading her latest entry, it’s like rubbing salt to the wound. Right then, it made me so emo. I was frustrated, I was angry. I was disappointed in many ways. I couldn’t even understand myself. If I can’t work towards it, can I then find my way back out? I just wanted some time for myself. More than that, I wanted to be &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;out and away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, alone. Thank God for close friends who never questioned, but just did their best to be there for you. I know it is not fair to demand him for his time, so I was actually just trying my luck on this. I was glad he said yes. I was glad he offered. Thanks dear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never did thought of a specific place to bring me. Just that he was willing to take me on rounds to nowhere (joy ride, he said), so to speak, just so that I could “set my mind straight again”. After a while, he suggested visiting a friend over at Sungai Long. Not being sure of the directions to her place, we missed a turning, and in so doing lost our way, haha. How on earth did we end up in Kajang? :)) So, I had longer time to “bising”, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making the best out of the blunder, we agreed on satay kajang [it really took my mind off those nonsense for a while there, heh]. Sitting down for some satay, memories of things that happened back when we were younger really made me smile. Silly things we did as a group of young teenagers back then :p on the other hand, opening up about all the bad experiences that we would rather not re-live. Shedding light on some of the things that “stretched” us, I won’t deny the fact that God has been the source of strength in this friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the Lord’s the Lord of them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coz the welcomes will not end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know this will be true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s the Lord who showed me faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And a lifetime’s not too long to live as friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[by Michael W. Smith]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was a scatterbrain right from Monday itself, and I didn’t get any better until the night I spilled everything. In fact, I can’t deny what is on the surface. I can’t deny that I am actually just running away from reality. You really make me so “scattered”. But at least it got me thinking of what I really wanted. So I decided to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“stay away from danger”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the moment. I don’t wanna be a scatterbrain. But really, how long can it last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-4578561487768442010?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4578561487768442010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=4578561487768442010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4578561487768442010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/4578561487768442010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-make-me-scattered.html' title='YOU MAKE ME &quot;SCATTERED&quot;!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-6570170646605192285</id><published>2007-03-29T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:35:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN BIG TROUBLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgkUwBiXiKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LjIrB2NcX6A/s1600-h/ball+of+yarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046587672724211874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgkUwBiXiKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LjIrB2NcX6A/s400/ball+of+yarn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I’m in big trouble!! What did I get myself into? I now begin to realize how trapped and entangled I have been. I never thought I would end up in such a big mess when I started this “game.” I thought it looked innocent and safe to go on. Little did I know that I was heading in for trouble. But why? Did I just disappointed myself by putting my hopes too high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of it really gives me sleepless nights. Having one foot stuck in this situation, I can’t seem to go forward nor can I turn back to the beginning. I guess the biggest mistake was to play with fire and accidentally setting it of in deadly flames. I try very hard to turn back, but I realize it is taking too much strength physically, mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To regret and cry over it, I find no tears falling. To be hopeful and smile at it, I see no light at the end of this tunnel. How long more will I be trapped in my own mistake? It breaks my heart, it just really do!! Lord, help me!! When will this torment ever end? I am just another ordinary human. I can’t take it anymore. Am I to blame for looking for trouble myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-6570170646605192285?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6570170646605192285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=6570170646605192285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6570170646605192285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/6570170646605192285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-big-trouble.html' title='IN BIG TROUBLE!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgkUwBiXiKI/AAAAAAAAACk/LjIrB2NcX6A/s72-c/ball+of+yarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5600162421709754122</id><published>2007-03-29T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:33:58.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MALAYSIAN "ELVIS" COMES TO TOWN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rgih2BiXiII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZB7WfP_zPNA/s1600-h/IMGP0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046461331966232706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rgih2BiXiII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZB7WfP_zPNA/s400/IMGP0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes!! The “Malaysian Elvis Presley” is coming to town. He sings great songs with his great voice to serve a great God. I have heard him sing, heard him minister, and he’s none other than H. T. Long. Some call him Elvis Long, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Like the brochure says, he’ll be here to perform at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;’s Easter event. Usually their annual production play is held twice yearly, one for Easter and the other Christmas. But this time around it looks a little different. I would say it’s gonna be fun, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5600162421709754122?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5600162421709754122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5600162421709754122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5600162421709754122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5600162421709754122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/malaysian-elvis-comes-to-town.html' title='MALAYSIAN &quot;ELVIS&quot; COMES TO TOWN...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rgih2BiXiII/AAAAAAAAACU/ZB7WfP_zPNA/s72-c/IMGP0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-3455495577830441178</id><published>2007-03-22T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:16:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT ALL BEGINS WITH "ME"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgFImxiXiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/AzeTbv4ieGA/s1600-h/rose+boquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044392888601380978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgFImxiXiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/AzeTbv4ieGA/s400/rose+boquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When will we learn to take on the humility of Jesus and begin to live right in His sight? Many a times, it is easier to play teacher or even counselor and begin prying into the lives of others rather than examining ourselves first. When will we stop to listen rather than just talk and talk? Remember the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%207:12&amp;version=31"&gt;GOLDEN RULE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;? And Jesus gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth; to listen more and talk less… Hahaha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Humans are not perfect. Not me, not you. So why compare, why judge? If we say, we love God, shouldn’t we love our neighbours as well? And just what &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;* Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Love never fails…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are we, then, practising what we preach? Really, it all begins with “me”!! Search ourselves b4 we dig into others *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-3455495577830441178?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3455495577830441178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=3455495577830441178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3455495577830441178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/3455495577830441178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-all-begins-with-me.html' title='IT ALL BEGINS WITH &quot;ME&quot;...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RgFImxiXiHI/AAAAAAAAACM/AzeTbv4ieGA/s72-c/rose+boquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-7817089154597276661</id><published>2007-03-22T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T21:20:40.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 THINGS GOD WON'T ASK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask what kind of car you drove;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask the square footage of your house;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask about the clothes you had in your closet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask how many people you helped to clothe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask what your highest salary was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask if you compromise your character to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask what your job title was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask if you performed your job to your best ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask how many friends you had;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask about the color of your skin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask about the content of your character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask why it took you so long to seek salvation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll lovingly take you to your mansion in heaven, and not to the gates of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;God won’t ask how many people you forwarded this to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He’ll ask if you were ashamed to pass it on to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Happy moments, praise God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Difficult moments, seek God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Quiet moments, worship God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Painful moments, trust God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Every moment, thank God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are we living God’s standards?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-7817089154597276661?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7817089154597276661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=7817089154597276661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7817089154597276661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/7817089154597276661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/10-things-god-wont-ask.html' title='10 THINGS GOD WON&apos;T ASK...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-5669211023206899110</id><published>2007-03-18T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T12:34:34.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfueUQaKYsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1K1-fIEghF8/s1600-h/hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042798278610674370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfueUQaKYsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1K1-fIEghF8/s400/hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;One, two, three, four, five&lt;br /&gt;Once I caught a fish alive&lt;br /&gt;Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,&lt;br /&gt;Then I let it go again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Why did you let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Coz it bit my finger so&lt;br /&gt;Which finger did it bite&lt;br /&gt;The little finger on my right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Things that I have let go, things that I still hold on to. How is it that she saw some improvement in this when I don’t see any progress myself? I caught them all, but I had to let them all go one by one? Will this last one slip right through as well? Will I never see them coming true? When? How? Why? Or rather why not? Do I really have to? What really is the factor? Me? You? Or Him? Us? Them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;I can’t help it!! But could I, really? For You, I will if I have to… Just for You!! I promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043117476285145826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfzAoAaKYuI/AAAAAAAAACE/_vRBiUejYvk/s400/IMGP0647+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-5669211023206899110?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5669211023206899110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=5669211023206899110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5669211023206899110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/5669211023206899110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-is-it.html' title='How Is It?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfueUQaKYsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1K1-fIEghF8/s72-c/hands.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-624063325365045308</id><published>2007-03-16T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:34:02.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEPER IN LOVE WITH YOU…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfOCDwaKYoI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ef0Hf4KLpjs/s1600-h/jesus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040515409003569794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfOCDwaKYoI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ef0Hf4KLpjs/s400/jesus.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How could I go on loving Him when things were going rough and hardships were falling at me from all sides? 1 Corinthians 3:7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2013:7;&amp;version=31;"&gt;speaks&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for itself. After what He has done for me on the Cross, what right do I have to grumble and complain? And what’s worse ditch Him just because I was suffering there in the hospital? Instead, I really do realize that I am more in love with Him than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From day 1, things were really out of control, but yet I know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is in control. Since the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephrostomy"&gt;nephrostomy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;was a flop, the next best thing was to remove that stupid fibroid (that made me look 5 months pregnant :O) once and for all. After much unnecessary delay, the surgery was done; my main prayer request was answered. I may say it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“THE END”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a horrifying nightmare, but the Lord says it is &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“THE BEGINNING”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to a new chapter into which He is leading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Throughout my stay in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/University_Malaya_Medical_Centre"&gt;University Malaya Medical Centre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, my mom and I have been through many ups and downs, encouragements and disappointments. Many thoughts have been running through my head as well when I had so many visitors come and go. It made me begin to think and think and think (as usual), in search for an answer. No doubt, it was all for Him. I wanted something new this time. Something that made Him smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What are my &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;priorities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? What is it that I truly want? Am I ready for what is ahead? I have been quietly watching and observing. Truly it has been so evident. Or is it just my mindset? That I am not going to change the way things were? Some situations were progressing, some remained stagnant. What is He trying to say? I am almost there, but yet I know there are some answers He is still holding back…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[Something that has definitely made Him smile, I know, is none other than the salvation of the “po po” opposite my bed *winkz* when Pastor Mark &amp; Auntie Rose visited me, she challenged us to share the gospel with the po po. The opportunity came when my mom got to feed her her meals when the trainee nurses were on CNY break. The seed was sown, afterwhich Ps. Paul frm Grace USJ planted them.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All these happened for a reason. Through this experience, friendships were formed. Existing ones were brought one level higher because of Him. Best friends care despite the distance between us. He cared enough to call and check on me all the way from holidaying in China. And “he” also cared enough to constantly check on my healing progress :”&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Has this experience, then, closed the gap a little more than before? Only God knows! This experience has indeed revealed the “deeper” side of you. No doubt, it has impacted my impression on you all the more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ne soul saved. Many more was and will be blessed as I had the privilege of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/message/371"&gt;sharing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my experience in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SURGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again. PTL!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042081401324331698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfkSUgaKYrI/AAAAAAAAABs/a7PkcBip-zE/s400/for+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-624063325365045308?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/624063325365045308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=624063325365045308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/624063325365045308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/624063325365045308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/deeper-in-love-with-you.html' title='DEEPER IN LOVE WITH YOU…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RfOCDwaKYoI/AAAAAAAAABU/Ef0Hf4KLpjs/s72-c/jesus.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-8227960515719103214</id><published>2007-03-05T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:48:20.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in your eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RepjW23hMdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QoR1t0NL5XY/s1600-h/hand+in+marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037948377503969746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RepjW23hMdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QoR1t0NL5XY/s400/hand+in+marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;25 years of ups and downs with each other yet still so much in love with each other. They look so pretty and handsome for the special occasion set up by my sis. Just for the two of them, my mom and dad, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;. No one asks for this mishap to happen to me, but now that it has happened, they both have lost the mood for the celebration of their silver anniversary. But we insisted that they go and have some time together, having set up a dinner for them at TGI Friday’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi and Di, thanx for everything!! Especially this time of in and out of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;“Happy 25th anniversary!! May the two of you continue to grow deeper in love with each other as you sail thru many more years ahead.. But most importantly deeper in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;love the One who created this beautiful day.. Thanx for everything!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Repjnm3hMeI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ecdhma_yPNU/s1600-h/25th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037948665266778594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Repjnm3hMeI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ecdhma_yPNU/s400/25th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-8227960515719103214?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8227960515719103214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=8227960515719103214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8227960515719103214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/8227960515719103214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-in-your-eyes.html' title='Love in your eyes...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RepjW23hMdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/QoR1t0NL5XY/s72-c/hand+in+marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2780582624761442069</id><published>2007-02-20T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T21:31:53.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO YOUNG FOR A HYSTERECTOMY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephrostomy"&gt;nephrostomy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;is done, now what? Why does the word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/faq/hysterectomy.htm#a"&gt;hysterectomy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;come so many times from so many doctor’s mouth? Just because the fibroid is too huge to be operated on, doesn’t mean I have to have a hysterectomy, right? Excuse me, I am only 25!! It is not the matter of whether my future husband would mind if I could not bear him any children, it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; personal desire to have children of my own, haha :)) the problem is me, haha. I am just too young for a hysterectomy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dr. Selvam did warn me of the risk of a hysterectomy in the event of heavy bleeding while removing the fibroid. But the Lord knows my heart’s desire, which I think it’s His wisdom on the doctor to come and tell me that the opt is called off. That Monday morning itself, Dr. Selvam came by to see me and prepare me again for the opt in the afternoon. Having seen that I was so insistent in bugging him about helping preserve my uterus, he came back again, within 5 minutes, with the CT scan results, and changed the whole plan. So it is that the opt is called off, replacing it with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.zoladex.net/zoladexPC/9939_10889_5_2_0.aspx"&gt;Zoladex&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;to shrink the stupid fibroid first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Right now, after the nephrostomy, I would still have to readmit for another procedure, inserting a “stent” but dunno for what, haha… as long as I recover, and surgery is totally unnecessary :p all I know is &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM TOO YOUNG FOR A HYSTERECTOMY, AND I REFUSE IT IN THE NAME OF JESUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2780582624761442069?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2780582624761442069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2780582624761442069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2780582624761442069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2780582624761442069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-young-for-hysterectomy.html' title='TOO YOUNG FOR A HYSTERECTOMY!!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-2284709787644225014</id><published>2007-02-11T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:35:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS YOUR HEART?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Indeed a question that has long been thrown at me. Truly, where is my heart? Finally,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%2012:34b;&amp;version=31;"&gt;out of the abundance of my heart, my mouth spoke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. Could she now understand that I love where I am right now because I feel very at home with the new group of people? Is it a place that I have been attached to for decades but cud not call &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“home”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Or is it a place of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“home”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which I eventually have to let it slip thru my fingers because I cud never be attached to it due to circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my heart?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;? It is seriously no point bluffing and covering up anymore than I used to. Indeed, DUMC is a place I feel so connected to… No need for anymore debate or argument on this issue, haha… &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Action speaks louder than words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*winkz* It is definitely obvious when they insistently wanted to come visit me in the hospital, despite their busy schedules, juz to be with me… Thanks, guys!! Really appreciate all of it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of which, only 4 days in that horrible hospital, and I’m already facing so many ugly experiences (biasa la)… Boredom is definitely first on the list, haha :)) Eat, sleep… eat sleep… haiyoh!! Was admitted on Tuesday, initially with the doctor’s intention of draining the water out of my swollen kidneys… harrr?? :O now, whatever on earth is &lt;a href="http://www.gosh.nhs.uk/factsheets/families/F050193/index.html"&gt;hydronephrosis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, I was scheduled for a CT scan at 2.45 pm yesterday. With that I was told to fast food and liquid until the scan was over… It came up to a total of 22 hrs of fast!! Oh, the taste of water on my lips was indescribable, haha… After that 22 long hours, I consumed one whole litre bottle of water in a gulp. And my mom’s Tom Yam bee hoon was super awesome, haha. Anyway, the fact that I was released back home even for a day feels really great, after pestering &amp;amp; sweet talking the doctors, haha… But then, I came home with a swollen back of my hand because the doctor had recklessly poked my bone instead of a vein, which she only realized after I gave a loud shriek!! What, you mean you doctors don’t know how to differentiate a vein and a bone? haha :)) made my whole right arm numb *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I have to be back there again tomorrow, latest in the evening because an opt to remove the fibroid in my stomach is to be done on Monday… But I shall be out of the hospital soon, and be back to cell like usual again… wait for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[p/s: ooh, *pstt* there is this cute Indian doctor (fairer side of an Indian la), who, I think, is in charge of the gynecology ward :p good that my bed is by the door, hehe… I can take a peep whenever he pass by, kekeke XD I didn’t know hospital oso can “cuci mata” one la *LOL*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-2284709787644225014?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2284709787644225014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=2284709787644225014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2284709787644225014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/2284709787644225014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/02/where-is-your-heart.html' title='WHERE IS YOUR HEART?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-117017760225415926</id><published>2007-02-01T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:45:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER TO BLESS THAN BE BLESSED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last night is probably one of the nights that I feel tremendously blessed. It is especially satisfying to see that you can be used to bless others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;started this new Zone Prayer thingy, where each cell under one zone will meet to pray and minister (may I add fellowship) to one another. Yesterday was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ North 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;PJ South 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/article-179"&gt;Pastor Seng Fei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. No doubt, I was jittery and therefore hesitating whether or not to go since I dont really like big crowds. But I went anyway. I am not a fan of corporate prayer meetings, but I was really glad I decided to go. Juz being in His presence was what I needed. In a way, I am blessed by what was shared. But in another sense, I am blessed to be able to bless others *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back 4 hours before the zone prayer. I was keeping myself busy with making some muffins again, this time around to bless more people, since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-try.html"&gt;the last time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I only made enough for my own cell members, heh. Ooh, the joy of seeing people appreciate your effort and being blessed by it :) but Sharon &amp;amp; Alvin from Father’s Garden said the blueberry one taste better, and I thought so too. Anyway, someone offered the suggestion of having them muffins for this year’s CARNIVAL, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026097614129046114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RcBJJpCZomI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0fOd2V8ajrs/s400/IMGP0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-117017760225415926?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117017760225415926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=117017760225415926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117017760225415926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117017760225415926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-to-bless-than-be-blessed.html' title='BETTER TO BLESS THAN BE BLESSED!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/RcBJJpCZomI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0fOd2V8ajrs/s72-c/IMGP0598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-117006210735436725</id><published>2007-01-30T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T17:27:30.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT A BREAK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sometimes I wish God would juz grant wishes when I ask of Him, haha. I want a break!! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; a break!! It’s just the beginning of the year, and I’m complaining already? You will know how it feels when there are so many things on your mind. As if not enough, I have a senior person at home who will keep such a close watch on me on almost every little thing that I do around the house… arrrgghh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, rangers, friendships &amp; relationships… Ooh, and health issues too :p I want a break from all these!! I want a break from having people arnd me. I want a time where it is only me and Him. Not that I’m getting tired of serving, but I’d still want some time alone away even from ministry (which means my adorable kids in rangers). I want to get my mind off friendships not because I don’t appreciate my friends anymore, but because I want to re-prioritize them: From those that are edifying to those that are not, from those that bring joy instead of trouble and chaos. I want a break from the “guy-girl” issues as well, haha :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ALONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You are the peace that guards my heart&lt;br /&gt;My help in times of need&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope that leads me on&lt;br /&gt;And brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there I find You waiting&lt;br /&gt;And there I find release&lt;br /&gt;So with all my heart I’ll worship&lt;br /&gt;And unto I’ll sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;Father, we worship and adore You&lt;br /&gt;Father, we long to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all glory&lt;br /&gt;For You alone deserve all praise&lt;br /&gt;And we worship You this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-117006210735436725?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117006210735436725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=117006210735436725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117006210735436725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117006210735436725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-break.html' title='I WANT A BREAK!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-117006026411946717</id><published>2007-01-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:46:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CROSSING THE "RED SEA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/751199/parting%20of%20red%20sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/381045/parting%2520of%2520red%2520sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The story of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Exodus%2014:10-31&amp;version=31"&gt;The Red Sea experience&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;in the Bible is no unfamiliar scene if we know our Scriptures well. It has never been so significant to me before than tonight. Evie’s sharing was short and sweet, yet powerfully projected. Crossing the red sea over to the promise land depicts a successful journey. But what about the Egyptians that came after them? Moses answered the people in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Exodus%2014:31;&amp;version=31;"&gt;verse 13&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;about not being afraid for the Egyptians that they see today they will see no more. With that I am believing that the “Egyptian” that I have in my life today, I will see no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/senior_pastor.asp?SectionID=1000004"&gt;Senior Pastor Henry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;’s favourite verse whenever it comes to the Holy Communion is that of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2053:4-5&amp;version=31"&gt;Isaiah 53:4-5&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and I’m claiming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly God’s divine appointment that these 3 songs were chosen for worship. With Evie gracefully on the piano, I really felt such peace and comfort from the Lord, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU LAID ASIDE YOUR MAJESTY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;(click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pwarchive.com/song.aspx?SongID=163&amp;amp;v=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;for chords) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You laid aside Your majesty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave up everything for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suffered at the hands of those You have created &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You took all my guilt and shame &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When You died and rose again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now today You reign in heaven and earth exalted. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want to worship You, my Lord &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have won my heart and I am Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever and ever I will love You &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the only One who died for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gave Your life to set me free &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I lift my voice to You in adoration. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I STAND IN AWE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are beautiful beyond description &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too marvelous for words &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can fathom the depths of Your love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are beautiful beyond description &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majesty enthroned above. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I stand, I stand in awe of You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy God to whom all praise is due &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand in awe of You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE CROSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for the cross, the mighty cross &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That God Himself should die for such as us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyday we’re changed into Your image &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More and more &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yes, by the cross we’re truly been transformed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re so amazed, and we give You praise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That You would save us, at such a cost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re so amazed, and we give You praise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the power of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-117006026411946717?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/117006026411946717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=117006026411946717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117006026411946717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/117006026411946717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/crossing-red-sea_26.html' title='CROSSING THE &quot;RED SEA&quot;'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116954782476727367</id><published>2007-01-24T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:48:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THOUGHTFULNESS OF A FRIEND…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;…always puts a smile on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…brings warmth to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…lets me know that God is constantly working in and through the friendship that we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a question mark as to what has happened to my dear friend Wei Sern, who has, ever since &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-weddings-christmas-and-wishes_11.html"&gt;his sister’s wedding&lt;/a&gt;, gone back to Australia and subsequently [quoting josh]“disappeared from the face of this earth (or is it the cyber realm).” Josh buzzed me last night to see if I may have known what has happened to our friend WS. Just when I said I do not have a single clue, he instinctively came online, heh. [panjang umur, haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Again, he called me all the way from Aussie. Though the conversation was somewhat short, it is really the thought that counts. Sometimes little things like that can make your day. It definitely made mine, haha. Thanx dude!! p/s: ooh, I’ll bear in mind what you said about taking initiatives *winkz* see ya soon, hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116954782476727367?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116954782476727367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116954782476727367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116954782476727367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116954782476727367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/thoughtfulness-of-friend.html' title='THE THOUGHTFULNESS OF A FRIEND…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116948336175093067</id><published>2007-01-23T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T14:16:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSITION IS GOOD...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/100246/aaahhh%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/622731/aaahhh%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;[picture above courtesy of Alvin during&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DUMC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;’ s Young Adults’ retreat last year]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the deer panteth for the waters so my soul longeth after Thee&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my strength my shield&lt;br /&gt;To You alone may my spirit yield&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want You more than gold or silver only You can satisfy&lt;br /&gt;You alone are the real joy giver and the apple of my eye&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my strength my shield&lt;br /&gt;To You alone may my spirit yield&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my Friend, and You are my Brother even though You are a King&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my strength my shield&lt;br /&gt;To You alone may my spirit yield&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my heart’s desire and I long to worship Thee&lt;br /&gt;I love You more than any other so much more than anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Many thoughts have been running through my head (the deep thinker strikes again!!) lately, but strangely enough the words don’t seem to flow as smoothly as before. Confusion also strikes when I cannot be sure myself whether or not to put it into words. I’ve changed. I know I have. But only the Lord knows how much, heh. Perhaps it is the group of friends. Perhaps it is my own experience. Perhaps it’s the Lord’s molding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Received a call last Monday, set a date for dinner on Tuesday. That one date was, in many ways, an eye opener for me. It made me realize how much I have moved on from the way I was, or rather who I was, 5 yrs ago. It made me realize how childish I was when I did what I did. It made me realize where my heart truly belong. It took me slightly more than 10 years to realize that such an emptiness could be filled in just 1 year if my focus was right. All in all, it made me look back and realize, with a thankful heart, that it is truly the Lord that has guided me through.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;Enough is enough!! This year, I want to fully focus only on the things that will make me fulfilled: 1) My adorable kids in &lt;a href="http://www.gracerangers.com/"&gt;Rangers&lt;/a&gt; 2) My cell 3) My daily devotion with &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&amp;endeca=1&amp;amp;isbn=1586608290&amp;amp;itm=8"&gt;the book&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY UTMOST FOR HIS HIGHEST,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; highly recommended by &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/article-179"&gt;Senior Pastor Daniel Ho&lt;/a&gt; *winkz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;On a different note, it is nice to listen to uplifting Sunday messages all over again. Once in a while, when our spirits need a lift, it is refreshing when the encouraging word of God speaks and pierce through like a double edged sword. So nice of Alvin to bless me with this particular message cd entitled &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.multiply.com/music/item/87"&gt;THE POWER OF FAITH&lt;/a&gt; by Rev. Dr. Teoh Choong Leong when I wasn’t able to attend DUMC Sunday celebration due to Rangers duty. Truly one powerful message!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/s: ooh, in fact, I’m actually contemplating closing down this site since the flow in writing is not as smooth as before, haha :)) but that's not the main point. The main point is I'd prefer to be more focus in things that I know I would find fulfilment, heh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116948336175093067?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116948336175093067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116948336175093067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116948336175093067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116948336175093067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/transition-is-good.html' title='TRANSITION IS GOOD...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116852386768123950</id><published>2007-01-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T22:03:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAITH ON FIRM FOUNDATION??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/976268/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/700293/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[picture above courtesy of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cucumber77/132629236/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wei Sern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; [ooh, just in case... he has personally given me the permission to use any of his pictures at all, at any time... so it is not considered stealing, haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;When your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is tested and you are struck with the worst news, how do you respond/react? People say it depends on what you build it on. How much more true can that statement get? Haha. Last Monday and Tuesday was the moment my anxiety sky-rocketed to it’s maximum level. I was shocked, but dwelling on it and letting worry set in really will not help improve the situation, so why fret and get all worked up about it? I’d say just leave it in God’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;hands, amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I prefer not to go too detailed into it, but it is juz something to do with my health. Although of course, besides my family, my beloved cell mates and those in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gracerangers.com/"&gt;Rangers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;know about this. I really appreciate their care and concern in the form of prayers and encouragements *winkz* my dear &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/article-195"&gt;prayer sec&lt;/a&gt; even initiated a daily prayer schedule so that they can each take a day to pray for me til we see healing *so touched* Someone asked, “Do you question God?” Haha.. What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; right do I have? I don’t do such thing, heh. Instead I can say that I have been really blessed and assured that despite such health condition, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;He has never left me. But He has also taught me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAITHFULNESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/299488/IMG_5697%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/292993/IMG_5697%20ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REFUGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;I sing a love song to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Tell of Your goodness and mercy&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world how You rescued me&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up from sin and shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Your breathe gives me new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Where can I go from Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Under Your wings, I take refuge&lt;br /&gt;Your spirit lives within my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;I know we’ll never be apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Everyday I draw closer to You Lord&lt;br /&gt;I long to see Your face, and hide in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;All my life dwelling in Your holy place&lt;br /&gt;My heart oh Lord I’ve changed&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;Oh I’ll never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Ooh yes, everyday I draw closer to Him, with my faith still firm on solid ground no matter what!! Thanx to my parents who were there to care enough to notice the changes in my health (when I dont even realise it myself, haha), to my beloved cell members who supports me in prayers &amp;amp; encouragements *winkz* and of course, everyone who has made my life sweeter with their friendship, hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116852386768123950?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116852386768123950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116852386768123950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116852386768123950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116852386768123950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/faith-on-firm-foundation.html' title='FAITH ON FIRM FOUNDATION??'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116772971154901709</id><published>2007-01-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:48:25.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSITIONING by His spirit…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Grrggh!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tm.net.my/tmnet2006/contents/products-services/products.cfm?prodID=50&amp;type=1"&gt;Streamyx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;sucks big time!! Kononnya kabel dasar laut laluan antarabangsa internet sedang mengalami kerosakan disebabkan oleh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/1/2/apworld/20070102162754&amp;amp;sec=apworld"&gt;gempa bumi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;yg melanda China &amp; Taiwan serta HK &amp;amp; China. Cis!! That is juz to lepas geram :p Scroll down for the real post, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/471660/IMGP0508%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/406230/IMGP0508%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our God is an awesome God&lt;br /&gt;He reigns from heaven above&lt;br /&gt;With wisdom, pow’r and love&lt;br /&gt;Our God is an awesome God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;This year’s watchnight was superb!! For a change, I was at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/dumc_oldweb/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;’s. So I have both themes, from DUMC and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;PJ as well. That’s how the title of this post came about: &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But the actual verse on the banner was taken from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2054:2&amp;version=31"&gt;Isaiah 54:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;. As for Grace’s, it is the year of the &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cross, Sword and the Crown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with which the accompanying verse is from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Zechariah%204:6;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Zechariah 4:6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;. Now you see that the title of this post is the combination of both worlds, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/381225/IMGP0516%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/149658/IMGP0516%20ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;It’s been a year since I made one particular transition, and I’m just glad I made that decision. The word transition was very much a prominent term to me because personally, I have been wanting a little change physically, emotionally, spiritually, and even socially. Looking at it at a deeper level, only God knows what is in my heart and mind. A year of transition also means taking a step into new world and new heights. But only God will know the right time in guiding me in to those transition time. But still I’d wished it will come soon, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/158812/black%20n%20white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/217745/black%20n%20white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ooh, one member of the family left us for 3 months. But not long after, one more new member was added to us, haha. My brother left for his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/"&gt;National Service&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yesterday. Wonder how is he coping there :p Beranang, Selangor is not too far away though, compared to Kuantan, Terengganu, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I remembered the time when he anxiously checked the NS results the minute he arrived home from school. Was it disappointment or excitement when he saw his name and IC number exactly the way it is before his very eyes, haha. He had repeatedly checked it just in case there was a blunder, but there it still is whenever he checked the &lt;a href="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/interaktif.asp?ic=890601105105&amp;submit=Cari"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. God’s will or what? Anyhow, I just hope he will be doing fine there la, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/613747/IMGP0509%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/658012/IMGP0509%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/868931/IMGP0514%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/98629/IMGP0514%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now, this is the other new member of the family I was referring to: A two-month-old&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.grca.org/history/history1.html"&gt;Golden Retriever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;, hehe. Say hie to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ROXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, everyone *winkz* It's been a while since our previous dog died, it's even been a longer while since I played, stroked, patted and manja-ed a dog, haha. Golden Retrievers are known to be really good assistants to the disabled. So can I train her up to do things for me? Haha. She should be trained up to help me around the house soon :p Esther hor? Hahaha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116772971154901709?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116772971154901709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116772971154901709' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116772971154901709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116772971154901709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2007/01/transitioning-by-his-spirit.html' title='TRANSITIONING by His spirit…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116714559699001223</id><published>2006-12-28T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T16:56:13.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/575062/Christmas%2520Tree%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/496101/Christmas%2520Tree%20i.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas isn’t Christmas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Til it happens in your heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere deep inside you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is where Christmas really starts…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give your heart to Jesus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll discover when you do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That it’s Christmas… Really Christmas, for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes, Christmas isn’t really Christmas til it happens in our hearts. This Christmas brings various kinds of feelings and emotions. But I ask for love – God’s love!! Reflections of the past came flashing back, and I had wondered why He let it flood back in to my memory bank. Good ones are definitely worth smiling at, but what about the not-so-good ones? With all those experiences, I believe some way or another, He has built me up stronger and a lil more mature. One lesson I’ve definitely learnt: Silence lets you “see” things beyond the surface. And when the truth decides to reveal itself one day, the effect will not be as bad, haha. Therefore, one resolution for 2007: To go on adopting that quiet and gentle [if I was ever gentle at all to begin with, haha] spirit :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt that Christmas will not be complete without this song. How much more true can the lyrics get? Indeed, we are the reason that He gave His life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM THE REASON THAT HE GAVE HIS LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;As little children&lt;br /&gt;We would dream of Christmas morn&lt;br /&gt;Of all the gifts and toys we knew we’ll find&lt;br /&gt;But we never realized a Baby born one blessed night&lt;br /&gt;Gave us the greatest gift of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;We are the reason that he gave His life&lt;br /&gt;We are the reason that He suffered and died&lt;br /&gt;For a world that was lost He gave all He could give&lt;br /&gt;To show us the reason to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the years went by&lt;br /&gt;We learn more about gifts&lt;br /&gt;The giving of ourselves and what that means&lt;br /&gt;On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Because if love, because of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I’ve finally found the reason for living&lt;br /&gt;It’s in giving every part of my heart to Him&lt;br /&gt;In all that I do, every word that I say&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be giving my all, just for Him&lt;br /&gt;For Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My Jesus did it for me, and now I’m doing it for HIM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116714559699001223?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116714559699001223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116714559699001223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116714559699001223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116714559699001223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-in-my-heart.html' title='CHRISTMAS IN MY HEART!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116654606043239059</id><published>2006-12-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:30:51.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN LOVE &amp; FRIENDSHIP GETS CONFUSED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/714021/brokenheart1%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/378461/brokenheart1%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The truth can sometimes hurt. And I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hurt when the truth came unexpectedly yesterday, despite having known very well about it two years back. But I guess love, God’s love to be exact, washed and covered that whole bad experience. I guess that the many similar experiences that I went through helped matured me in one way or another. If this was thrown at me back then, I would have “crumbled”, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Many people say or make promises. Yet not many can keep them. &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I will never…” Now, u knw the phrase well: NEVER SAY NEVER!! The more u vow with the word NEVER, the more it will happen…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I thought I was strong enough to face it, but I was wrong. Not because I have not gotten over the whole issue, but because of the fact that the truth was hidden from me. A promise never to let xxx come between our friendship? Haha. I guess I was hurt again when the whole story was re-lived. Realization of the hurt only sank in when I retire to bed last night. Couldn’t sleep until almost 3 a.m. I might have put on a strong front, but that was a mask. I might have acted “selamba” around u, but deep down……… Hahaha :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Can I juz ask that the “bad experiences” stop/end here once and for all? I’m just afraid that I might not be able to take it any longer. Tired of wearing a mask, especially in this particular area. Set me free, pleeeease!! Hahahaha :)) but one thing I want you to know, I never drew any line in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friendship despite the painful truth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[p/s: Just let this be a passing history and/or chapter. But if you ever decide to comment, you dun have to reveal yourself. Keep your identity to yourself k? I dun wanna complicate things further! Thanx.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116654606043239059?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116654606043239059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116654606043239059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116654606043239059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116654606043239059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-love-friendship-gets-confused.html' title='WHEN LOVE &amp; FRIENDSHIP GETS CONFUSED...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116583584014998382</id><published>2006-12-18T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T21:07:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PASSION…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/535751/waterlilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/194053/waterlilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;…is something that, I would say, is inborn. That would mean something we do effortlessly, rather than struggling with something that we do not have a single idea about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…because it is a gift from God, it comes naturally when we are in a position that will maximize that particular gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…is where we perform best!! Where we are passionate with what we do, and do best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;…REMAINS A PASSION NO MATTER WHAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;** I am not going to bear with it any longer. Once I found another root, I'm leaving this one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/658900/kitty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 persons – no, make it 3 – take a very special place in my heart. Sometimes, we don’t need words to speak our hearts. Just that special look, a glance that we exchange. Thanx&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://estherx0x0x.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cucumber77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://evelynkuang.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;Evie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!! You guys have really been tremendous blessings *muakz* I will never trade this friendship that we share for anything at all in this world :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116583584014998382?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116583584014998382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116583584014998382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116583584014998382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116583584014998382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/passion.html' title='A PASSION…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116581120045929824</id><published>2006-12-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:20:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OF WEDDINGS, CHRISTMAS, AND WISHES…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/854083/classicset3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/720385/classicset3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Somehow this December sees many weddings: Friends’, relatives’… How sweet it is to see two different individuals become one… A marriage makes two fractional lives a whole… It gets even sweeter when the marriage is God-ordained *winkz* the love story of a couple whose relationship is solely centered on the Lord Jesus…&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Patience is virtue, therefore marriage becomes more beautiful when we are able to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/wait"&gt;WAIT&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;for the right person at the right time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Yesterday was Lee Yen’s big day. She juz looked awesome!! The equation to such charm in an individual is, I would say, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inner beauty + the wonderful hands of God = an&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; admirable young lady (and of course the young man as well)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Both the bride and the groom were respectable individuals who had qualities worth looking up to, and this is where I promised myself that I would wanna be like them, making them my role models…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;To the newly weds, Chin Thye &amp; Lee Yen: Thanx for having been tremendous blessings in my life. Distance will separate us physically but the love of God bonds us together in the spirit. Take care, all the best &amp;amp; love you lots!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/79196/IMGP0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anxiously awaiting the arrival of the bride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/800206/IMGP0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a prayer of blessing for the couple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/35907/IMGP0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont be shy, you may now kiss the bride *lol*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/275472/IMGP0323%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me with Mr &amp; Mrs Lee Chin Thye *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/685084/IMGP0322%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/746325/IMGP0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet Sue Sue... kekeke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/562844/IMGP0321%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Pauline, heheh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/936156/IMGP0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Rachel Chan :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/39608/IMGP0346%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there such a thing as groomsman? Hahaha... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cucumber77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;, my best buddy, the sai lo of the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/2600/IMGP0348%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/632077/ct%20n%20ly%20wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/635624/ct%20n%20ly%20wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all in - the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/"&gt;Grace PJ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;gang, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;This Christmas brings back many memories, marks many milestones and sees the possibilities of many new things, hehe. I have wishes and desires, but they are in the main control of the One above. I want some things to change, I want some others to happen before my eyes. I can never run from my sister who will foresee things before it happens. True enough, now that it has come to past, I cannot deny that feelings anymore. What needs to be done now is to make sure that if it really happens, THIS IS WHAT I REALLY WANT, AND WILL WANT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;With that, an additional reminder is about the promise I made to myself on my birthday last year. Although I am constantly tempted to go against my conscience, I cannot do so for the fact that the sign of the promise I made is hooked to my fingers for as long as I leave it there, haha. It has constantly been a motivation for me to remain faithful to the promise I made to myself. I may wish, think and ponder on it, but until the Lord gives a green light, I have to remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am willing to wait for it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because I know that if it is truly from the Lord, I will be blessed beyond words (many people have testified to that anyway, so I just know it *&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;winkz*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOR NOW, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/688432/WREATH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/537164/WREATH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116581120045929824?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116581120045929824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116581120045929824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116581120045929824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116581120045929824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-weddings-christmas-and-wishes_11.html' title='OF WEDDINGS, CHRISTMAS, AND WISHES…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116464104471063093</id><published>2006-11-28T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:29:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPEEE FOR A CHANGE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I’ve been bugging him to tell me the exact date of his return to Malaysia again. But he said he wanted it to be a surprise. Hmm. Assuming that it would be in early December (very near his sister’s wedding, that’s what he told me), I was surprise but very happy at the same time to hear that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cucumber77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei Sern&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;is back!! Weee~ If I had known, I would have been in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/"&gt;Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; to welcome him back, haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like some emo freak… miserable one day, happy &amp; excited the next, heh. I just got a call from him 3 hours ago… I will be having a date with him for supper tomorrow nite *winkz* can I take it? First it’s full day at work, then dinner with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/we-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;Light House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;people to prepare and practice for a small appreciation for our cell leader at a sub zone gathering this Friday… hopefully it wont drag too long as my dear Wei Sern would be next in line, haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m happeee… as of now, it’s exactly 24 hours more til I meet up with him tomorrow nite… hooray!! Hey, thanx for the 8 yrs of friendship, my dear friend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[my mom adviced me to arrange it to another nite considering I’ll be out again for dinner once I get back from work, being concerned that I will be tired after a whole day at work… but just for Wei, I don’t and won’t mind, hehe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/55851/smiley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116464104471063093?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116464104471063093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116464104471063093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116464104471063093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116464104471063093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/happeee-for-change.html' title='HAPPEEE FOR A CHANGE!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116452929358410075</id><published>2006-11-28T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:22:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER TRY NEVER KNOW, BUT ONCE BITTEN TWICE SHY…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/248454/square%20knot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/510785/square%20knot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/78834/square%20knot%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Three more days sees me through one month of working with my new company, a company secretarial firm. Honestly, I really don’t know how I ended up in this line. Was it because of my own big mouth and eager expression to give it a shot when my mom’s friend, Patricia, a.k.a. my lady boss called to ask if any of my sister’s friends who might be interested to work? Look what happened now!! I sent myself into the crocodile’s mouth, ahaha *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that if we never tried, we’d never know (when I say this, I'm refering to all other aspects as well la :p). But now that I’ve tasted it, will there be a way out for me? I could see the pattern of the absence of passion in the things I do. What’s worse is that I know nuts about this line. One week is enough for me to want out, but it looks very clear to me that I am &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;trapped&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my own option. Not only am I not passionate about this job, I have to face an unreasonable “bunch of people” who is constantly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/demanding"&gt;demanding&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for things, bla bla. So am I expected to tolerate being blamed for something I did not do at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend said I’ll “do fine”, and told me to “hang in there.” Coming from someone whose friendship I treasure much, it really means a lot. Thanks, dear!! But can I really do it? I do not wish to be like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.videos.sailingcourse.com/square_knot.htm"&gt;square knot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, that after having been tied down, I cannot entangle myself again, finding no way out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday's message by Ps. Matthew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/article-179"&gt;Foo Yung Chean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; entitled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/message/288"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE BEST IS YET TO COME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;was a good one as far as I was concerned, heh… For He said in His Word that &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He will not let us be tempted beyond what we can bear…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I am looking out for a way out soon… as soon as He’s finished with what He wants to do with me tho, kekeke :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116452929358410075?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116452929358410075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116452929358410075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116452929358410075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116452929358410075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-try-never-know-but-once-bitten.html' title='NEVER TRY NEVER KNOW, BUT ONCE BITTEN TWICE SHY…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116438130331864459</id><published>2006-11-25T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:32:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me cry!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/878337/white%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/611514/white%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My thoughts have been in a mess again… many things have been going on inside of me and I know I need to get it out, but I failed yet again… as I lay on my bed waiting to fall asleep each night, I want someone to be there to listen to me… but yet I know that even if there is someone (of coz I can count on my sis, but somehow I know it wont work), it will not make any difference because I don’t even know how to bring them out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s just one of those times when I don’t even know or can’t even tell what I want from myself. I put up a strong front, yet I feel like crumbling inside. I know I feel like crying, but the tears seemed to have dried and refused to flow… a friend once told me that it is good to cry once in a while, letting out all that is inside (now if he, a guy, can express himself by crying, why does it seem so hard for me?) Debbie Debbie’s (Debbie Yeow, that is) words of blessing for me on my birthday last week was that I will be surrounded with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trustworthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friends with whom I can share my darkest secrets. I’m still waiting for these trustworthy ones, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 will come to a close very very soon… will I, then, be able to look back and see progress? Will I put a smile on His face and be worthy of His Words,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Well done, good and faithful servant!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Come, Holy Spirit, fall on me now&lt;br /&gt;I need Your anointing, come in Your pow’r&lt;br /&gt;I love You, Holy Spirit, You captivate my soul&lt;br /&gt;And everyday I grow to love You more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;** I’m reachin’ for Your heart&lt;br /&gt;You hold my life in Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me closer to You&lt;br /&gt;I feel Your power renew&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to this place&lt;br /&gt;Where I can see You face to face&lt;br /&gt;I worship You in spirit and in truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[a new song I learnt from &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;'s Young Adults' retreat back in August this year...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116438130331864459?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116438130331864459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116438130331864459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116438130331864459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116438130331864459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-cry.html' title='Let me cry!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116383873095163162</id><published>2006-11-18T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:53:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/1600/687606/et%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/406/1213/400/658566/et%27s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who saw me through&lt;br /&gt;Through it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;** You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn’t speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I’m everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I’m grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Bridge: You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place&lt;br /&gt;Because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Subsequent to the birthday celebration Friday and Wednesday, I would like to dedicate this song to all who has been a part of such a special day for me!! My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; (parents &amp; sibs)… My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/we-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;Light House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;cell members&lt;/span&gt;, the members of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Father’s Garden&lt;/span&gt; cell group… And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt; with their thoughtful e-cards and sms-es *winkz* To that special &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;“someone”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; out there, whoever you are, you are an inspiration to me in many, many ways!! Most of all to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My Creator, my Refuge, my Comforter and Friend&lt;/span&gt;, I was blessed because I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVED BY YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… And I am who I am today because of You!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116383873095163162?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116383873095163162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116383873095163162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116383873095163162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116383873095163162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/because-you-loved-me.html' title='BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116369130903951709</id><published>2006-11-16T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T14:33:02.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SWEET SURPRISE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I turned prematurely a year older by two days, haha. It was pre planned that since we don’t have cell on Friday, there will be a “cell makan outing” on Wednesday for the members of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/we-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;Light House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Evie picked me up and headed for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE CURVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. I just allowed myself to be pushed and led around as I have only been to that place once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it was only a casual “makan” with my cell members. Surprisingly, as we exited the lift, I saw Sharon from Father’s Garden. Suspicion started building up, and it really doubled over when I spotted the rest of the Father’s Garden members sitted around a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;table in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bestfoodjunction.com/restaurants_photos/Restaurant+Heaven/"&gt;Restaurant Heaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. It was a unique place, with a live band complimenting our dinner. They take song requests too *winkz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047960603834046978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg31bIex2gI/AAAAAAAAADg/8comFAjnkqM/s400/IMGP0166+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ronankeating/whenyousaynothingatall.html"&gt;When You Say Nothing At All&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ronankeating/iftomorrownevercomes.html"&gt;If Tomorrow Never Comes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A birthday “makan” will not be a birthday “makan” without the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; song, hehe. A really sweet and simple celebration!! Thanx!! &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To the person who organised it&lt;/span&gt; (i'm sorry i dunno who, but u knw who u are), thank u!! Tho it is short, sweet and simple, it still means alot to me, really!! It's the thought that counts, amen? ;) ooh, and a very nice place u chose too, with the singing and all, haha... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To the members of Father's Garden&lt;/span&gt; (whether anot ur being there is planned), thank u for being a part of this. Heard that u guys are supposed to have cell tonite? Haha... Thanx for having been a part of my life, tho it has only been a short time that i got to knw u guys... &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To every1 who were there&lt;/span&gt;, thanx for all the blessings and wishes... Will treasure and keep them close to heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047959414128105938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg30V4ex2dI/AAAAAAAAADI/wSpNoh4LOtc/s400/IMG_5758+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Light House: My very own cell group&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047959409833138626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg30Voex2cI/AAAAAAAAADA/rAskQ-Cn8Qs/s400/IMG_5698+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light House girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047959405538171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg30VYex2bI/AAAAAAAAAC4/5z0wwZIOzr4/s400/IMG_5697+ii+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evie girl!! The most bubbly, jumpy, laugh-y gal I ever met :p hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047959401243204002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg30VIex2aI/AAAAAAAAACw/aqRkDcQf3ks/s400/IMG_5696+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nicole.. I guessed she was the one behind this surprise for me, heh.. Thanx girl!! I had a great time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047960590949145058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg31aYex2eI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4ZIGEFFXGqY/s400/IMG_5759+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father’s Garden: Two cells before mine.. I call them our “grand mother cell” XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047960599539079666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg31a4ex2fI/AAAAAAAAADY/TMUqo5PHn6k/s400/IMG_5760+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047960612423981586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg31boex2hI/AAAAAAAAADo/8eTmdCTUMms/s400/IMGP0167+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The candle that a friend used as an illustration for his birthday blessings for me.. So sweet :”&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047961033330776626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg310Iex2jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/J1fS-jyUP1o/s400/IMGP0190+ii.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ooh, and Sharon... That was a very good way of detouring and cover-up, haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanx and thanx again!! May our friendship be blessed with many many more years to come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hugz &amp;amp; muakz from me... Hahaha :))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116369130903951709?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116369130903951709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116369130903951709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116369130903951709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116369130903951709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-surprise.html' title='A SWEET SURPRISE!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/Rg31bIex2gI/AAAAAAAAADg/8comFAjnkqM/s72-c/IMGP0166+ii.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116300071274596532</id><published>2006-11-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:39:46.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR A CHANGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO COMPROMISE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How will this phrase affect and/or make an impact in my life? Referring to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/message/263"&gt;last Sunday's message&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;by Ps. SS Kee entitled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;FAITHFUL OR FATAL CHOICES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, I have always been taught to follow the right teachings of the Bible and never compromise my stand for God. But can I do it? Am I courageous enough to stand for what is right? Or do I just ignore the faults and play along with it? My new job has been good. Or so it seems. Whatever that means, I just want to do the right thing, according to His will. I have passed one stage where the theme &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;“No compromise”&lt;/span&gt; is concerned. Is this another test? Lord, help me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;On a different note, I am seeing a new perspective for a new future. Yeehaaa. Speaking of new, indeed I want quite a few new things. But am I ready for it? When He drops it on my lap, am I ready to embrace it? For this, I have to thank a good friend for offering perceptions and insights to the situation. Thanx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cucumber77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;for taking the time to hear me out that day *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Speaking of new, my new “car” arrived yesterday. My very own, made-up version of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Quickie 813”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, haha (dun ask me what’s with the number, tho. Heehee.) Moving about in the office is now a very much easier task, especially having to carry big and heavy files. I need to use the typewriter and the computer alternately, so switching from one workstation to another has also been made easier with my dear Quickie. Let’s see if I get to use it at other times besides work. Perhaps like shopping, where I don’t need people to push me around, and therefore can go wherever I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116300071274596532?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116300071274596532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116300071274596532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116300071274596532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116300071274596532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-change.html' title='FOR A CHANGE.'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116230649984022578</id><published>2006-11-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:54:59.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stop it!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It’s damn annoying to know that history is repeating itself again. It happened before, it is happening again. It can be avoided if people weren’t too free to start creating havoc. I can never understand what thrills them so much to see arguments happen between two very close friends which will lead to their drifting apart. Is it jealousy? Or just for the heck of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point some time ago, my friendship with a fellow friend deteriorated just because of uncalled for rumors. And now that I am in a totally new environment, I thought that it will not happen again. Perhaps I thought wrong. Enough is enough!! Whoever you are, don’t you think I deserve some respect? Thanx for the “help”, but no thanx, ok?? Read me properly: NO THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an event last Thursday &lt;em&gt;[yes, last Thursday is correct. I have been missing from cyber world because of a very irritating connection again. Thankfully, I dun have to use streamyx for work anymore. And yes, I have started my new job. Will go more into it later]&lt;/em&gt;, I just sensed something fishy and felt a bit uneasy at that. True enough a day later, I was confronted. Whoever you are, will you just stop it?? Please read the four-letter word properly: I HATE the way my friendships are being ruined by a third party!! If you happened to bump into this but still don’t get the hint, God bless you for being so insensitive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116230649984022578?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116230649984022578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116230649984022578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116230649984022578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116230649984022578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-stop-it.html' title='Just stop it!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116188147080310397</id><published>2006-10-27T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:59:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful rigidity…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I never believed in the enforcement of rigid rules and inflexible ways of dealing with something, or anything at all for that matter. Especially when there is nothing to do with life or death. Why so hard on rules which will make the life of others difficult as well? Haha. Perhaps coming from the mouth of a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fisheaters.com/quizp.html"&gt;Phlegmatic&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;like me may be a little surprising since Phleggies are “followers” and will just go with the flow rather than having the trouble of leading or even thinking up something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is just their personality but it just irritates me when someone insist on rigidly following suit to an earlier plan rather than go with the flow. If you don’t see a possibility in one way, try another. Even when u don’t see an “open door” to a certain situation, perhaps the best way is to use another “door” that u know will eventually lead to the same exit. I have been put in charge of handling a certain department, and this being my first time, it is difficult for me to start something. But once it gets started, I’ll go with the flow. So, why not just go with the flow, even if it means changing focus? I think the best thing to do is to leave the options open for another to chip some ideas in. I’m tired, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well, let’s forget the stress. She shall take care of it herself if she wishes to do so. On an unrelated matter, someone turns 22 today. Okok, sounds so stranger-ish. No stranger la. He is a good friend of mine, none other than&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cucumber77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wei Sern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. Today, in Australian time, which is two hours ahead. So at 10 p.m. Malaysian time just now, I surprised him by ringing him, haha. Glad to hear that he is coping well and in no time coming back. Weeee~ I am waiting, haha. I’m counting on you, dear. I’m sure u know what I mean. Kekeke. So yea, all the best for greater things ahead. 22 years and definitely getting better. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/wei%27s%20cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116188147080310397?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116188147080310397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116188147080310397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116188147080310397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116188147080310397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/stressful-rigidity.html' title='Stressful rigidity…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116171175725065279</id><published>2006-10-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T02:41:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi, Udon, Sashimi, Teppanyaki... And everything Jap!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/2%20sushis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/2%20sushis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I suddenly have a craving for Japanese food, haha. Give me an inch, I want a foot. Hmm. I guess the farewell lunch last week made the mark. Then I stumbled upon one of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.monsterblog.com.my/2006/10/19/sushi-tomo-at-ss2/"&gt;entries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; in the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.monsterblog.com.my/"&gt;MoNSTerBlog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, a collaboration between the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/"&gt;News Straits Times&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaring.my/"&gt;Jaring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sushi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Oooo, haha. Let’s pray hard that Connor would suggest something different for the next birthday bash. Some place that offers sushi *winkz* Then, I would be more than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;grateful. When time comes, and that really happens you will know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Perhaps I should learn how to make them myself, kekeke. Now that it has become one of my favourites, I should learn how to pamper myself with it regularly. Who knows I may decide to take only sushi as my main meal, if I will ever be selected for Duskin again this year :p well, I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;applying again, so who knows? I am just getting accustomed to more Japanese food for now. Udon is not a bad idea too. Wahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/2%20udons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116171175725065279?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116171175725065279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116171175725065279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116171175725065279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116171175725065279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/sushi-udon-sashimi-teppanyaki-and.html' title='Sushi, Udon, Sashimi, Teppanyaki... And everything Jap!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116157786703432825</id><published>2006-10-24T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:40:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FIRST TRY…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It’s been a while since I baked/made something to eat. The last time was 10 months ago, at a Praise Giver’s BBQ appreciation nite. Back then, I had just started my occupational therapy in “making my own breakfast”, so what other simple breakfast other than egg mayo sandwich. It was a good experience, doing everything on my own from the preparation to the cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a week ago, my mom made some muffins for a friend’s birthday. Freshly out of the microwave, it smells great. It tastes great too. Having promised another friend that I would make him a treat, he had preferred it to be a surprise rather than rigidly telling me what he wanted. So, the idea came that instead of making sandwiches again, I would give it a try making this new recipe *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evie had tried it as well, and she suggested that this could be our next specialty for next year’s Carnival. Hmm. Anyway, here’s my humble mix of blueberry &amp; strawberry muffin. I think the blueberry tastes nicer, heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116157786703432825?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116157786703432825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116157786703432825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116157786703432825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116157786703432825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-try.html' title='A FIRST TRY…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116124945501101394</id><published>2006-10-20T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:20:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stagnant is no good…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/hourglass%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/hourglass%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The Bible clearly state that there is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes%203&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;a time for everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;. Which includes &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to retreat and a time to progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But it did not mention a time to remain stagnant. Indeed I have progressed quite abit mentally, emotionally and spiritually. But yet I feel like I am so stagnant in a very different way. Perhaps no one will EVER know or understand how I feel except God Himself. I want to move forward, but yet I cant seem to have the strength to do so. I want to turn back time, but I know it is impossible (unless miracle of miracles, God allows it la). What has happened, happened for a reason. It is no point opening that chapter of my life again. It is juzt there for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is frustrating to be left “hanging in mid air”, not moving any forward. People always say, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;“talk about it and you’ll feel much better.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I don’t think so. If talking about it makes things better, I wouldn’t mind spilling my heart out. I know there are a couple of really trustworthy buddies who will be all ears if I needed them. But they are not God to make it a miracle for me, so what is the point? People are excited for me, but then again, they don’t know how I really, really feel. I’m tired, literally!! Although, of course everything else is going fine, maybe I just happen to feel abit emo at this particular point. Perhaps it’s just the feeling of getting stuck in the middle. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Can I say I want out, Lord? Out of all these headaches. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116124945501101394?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116124945501101394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116124945501101394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116124945501101394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116124945501101394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/stagnant-is-no-good.html' title='Stagnant is no good…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116117882151440388</id><published>2006-10-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:37:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than just a job…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/BrightTunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/BrightTunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I’ve never realize how time flies by so quickly. 9 months ago on the &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th of January 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I was all jittery and nervous, not knowing what to expect, when I was selected to work for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jica.org.my/"&gt;JICA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;project, collaboration with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jkm.gov.my/"&gt;Jabatan Kebajikan Masyarakat Malaysia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; down the road, I feel a sense of lost when I have to give it up for a better job elsewhere. But then again, people grow and progress from one level to another. Perhaps this new job is a foundation on which my future will be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today is my last day and I will definitely miss everything that has got to do with JICA, or even JKM. When I broke the news to Kenji, he was all smiles for the fact that I found something that will benefit me better. Now he has to go in search for another assistant, haha. I had to follow up on outstanding task and assignments before leaving, so it was quite a busy day for me. Nevertheless, lunch break was really good. He’d told another pegawai OKU, Joy, about my leaving, and had asked her to come along for a small farewell lunch. It was simple yet awesome, I must say. He suggested Japanese food, and yeap, it totally suits me, haha. The &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the best, hehe. Thanks, Kenji. Thanks, Joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This job is definitely more than just a job. It is a learning ground. It is also a character building tool. It is a stress relieving station, albeit it’s a work place, somewhere away from home. A place where I get to release “things” out of my mind when Kenji decides to get me talking about unavoidable life’s events. I’ll definitely miss such a caring “counselor” when advice and opinions are needed. He had said that if I were to ever decide to go back and work with him, I am always welcomed, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am grateful for that support. A promise I make. To God, to my loved ones, to Kenji and to myself: I will do my very best, for a job that I will love *winkz* thanx Mi &amp;amp; Di!! Arigato gozaimasu, Kuno-san!! Stay in touch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116117882151440388?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116117882151440388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116117882151440388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116117882151440388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116117882151440388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-than-just-job.html' title='More than just a job…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116098318583474689</id><published>2006-10-17T06:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:31:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things got to go in order for new ones to come in…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;…is something I mentioned two entries ago, and now so many things really have to go. The comfort of working from my very own room, the freedom of catching up on repeats of chinese series that I might miss. The liberty of taking one (or even half) day off, just to lepak. The worst part is I might have to miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leaders retreat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :’(( All these fun has got to go in replacement of a new job. But I believe everything good comes with a cost, or we will not learn. I had specifically wanted a new job, an office job if possible, something totally different from what I am already doing right now. Most importantly, nothing to do with streamyx at all. And yes, you guessed it. I got myself just that *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my mom called to ask if my sis has any friends who would be interested to work. The minute I heard that it was an office job, my eyes lit up in excitement. So instead of asking around my sister’s friends, my mom mentioned me to her friend. To cut the story short, last Thursday I was asked to go have a look at the environment of the office. After testing out the practicality of the job requirements and specification, I knew very well I wanted it. I even had a short, unexpected interview with the director. Then and there, they said that I got the job. For formality’s sake, they called again the next day to inform that I was to start work in November. Walao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to inform Nick, my telemarketing superior. This week would also be the last week of me going to KL working for Kenji. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;[addition: that same Thursday night, my mom went for prayer meet. The prophet W. Madukwe said something like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“This same time tmrw, you will receive a miracle!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Walao, how wonderful is that? True enough, that same time the next day, my “miracle” came *winkz*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But one thing he said during service yesterday that I will take hold of:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER THAN TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Not only in terms of career, but I believe in every aspects as well, heheeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) This is my desire, to honor You&lt;br /&gt;Lord, with all my heart, I worship You&lt;br /&gt;All I have within me, I give You praise&lt;br /&gt;All that I adore is in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Lord, I give You my heart&lt;br /&gt;I give You my soul&lt;br /&gt;I live for You alone&lt;br /&gt;Every breath that I take&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I’m awake&lt;br /&gt;Lord, have Your way in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Too marvelous for words&lt;br /&gt;Too wonderful for comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Like nothing ever seen or heard&lt;br /&gt;Who can grasp Your infinite wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Who can fathom the depths of Your love&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful beyond description&lt;br /&gt;Majesty, enthroned above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;I stand, I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;Holy God to whom all praise is due&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116098318583474689?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116098318583474689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116098318583474689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116098318583474689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116098318583474689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/some-things-got-to-go-in-order-for-new.html' title='Some things got to go in order for new ones to come in…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116064414592489575</id><published>2006-10-13T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:09:05.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Jesus matters more…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/love%20cloud.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/love%20cloud.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is it true that after you’ve reached a certain age, your status is something to “worry” about? Single, Attached, or “In the process”? It tickled me to see how concern one can get about me where this issue is concerned. I have left this issue behind my mind for some time now, also leaving it in God’s hands. Like Alvin said, “Leaving this department to God.” But ever so recently Kenji decided to be cheeky and started asking me about how I was progressing. Hmm. Not that I mind. It just shows that he is concerned, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It is something rare for a superior to ask his employee about very personal stuff. Not with Kenji though, haha. He asked, he listened. He teased. He also commented. Very sporting, I would say. Since he asked, I shared with him bits and pieces of what has been happening. Conversations with him about relationship issues has really made me think of my own &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mentality and standards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and what I really wanted as far as such a commitment is concerned. &lt;em&gt;[ooh, I found out that he doesn’t only interrogate me. According to him, his other assistant,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://crystalgurl.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;, gets “equal treatment” as well. Hmm.]&lt;/em&gt; Ok la, interrogate is a wrong word. Let’s just say he is curious :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;No doubt, I cannot avoid this topic forever. People tell me I’ve “got to start somewhere.” But it is easier said than done. Many of my friends have shared their experiences with me, which is really a good eye opener. Being in a relationship requires a lot from both parties and the main question is “Am I ready?” “Is he (whoever he is) ready?” Perhaps I appear to look cool and calm about this whole issue. That is merely because I have decided to &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“let God be God” and “leave this department to Him.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Quoting my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://estherxoxxo.blogspot.com/"&gt;sis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;and Alvin respectively there, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;For now, my Jesus matters more *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116064414592489575?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116064414592489575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116064414592489575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116064414592489575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116064414592489575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-jesus-matters-more.html' title='My Jesus matters more…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116045812710539917</id><published>2006-10-10T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:28:47.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK &amp; TIRED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How long will this have to go on? How long more do I have to be working from home, helplessly depending on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tm.net.my/html/pstreamyx.cfm"&gt;streamyx&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;connection to determine my income? I know some older adults would tell me that my blaming the internet connection is a childish act. But you’ve got to be in my position to understand the frustrations when the line faces interruptions. Perhaps my parents have seen me being distracted by mails coming in and friends buzzing me for a chat. But that doesn’t mean I neglect my work altogether. Which is better? Being able to work (that’s if the connection chooses to behave itself), with occasional freedom to do other things or not being able to work at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just when I mentioned about the Reader’s Digest job requiring me to call overseas (here again, I need the streamyx), I’m put into these kind of stress! They need it done fast, but what can I do? The connection was all fine until it started raining and my dad was rushing me to switch the streamyx off. See the trouble? My work is stranded once it starts raining and thundering. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;to switch it off because I know this is what I will get after every switching off. Now after four hours, I’m still not connected. Grrgghh!! I’m fed up!! I want something new, something totally unrelated to streamyx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My mom brought the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.grace-intl.com/tadika_grace.asp?SectionID=1000010"&gt;Tadika Grace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; issue up again over lunch. I really miss that job. An ideal job like this is what I am looking for. Administrative nature which does not require streamyx, and where distance is not really an issue. Plus I will be in an environment full of children. It brought back memories, good and bad. I wonder what made her bring that up again. Well, of course the bad ones have long been forgotten. It’s more than two years, Mi. As all the memories flooded back in, I wish for a similar job. I am looking into it. If I ever had to make “a big switch” for a similar job, and if it is God’s will to begin with, I am willing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some “things” got to go in order for new ones to come in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116045812710539917?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116045812710539917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116045812710539917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116045812710539917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116045812710539917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-tired.html' title='SICK &amp; TIRED!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-116019953232371800</id><published>2006-10-07T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T13:43:34.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1) Sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;With la!! *duh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2) Prefer black or blue pens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It doesn’t make my handwriting any different, so I’m fine either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3) Like to travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Definitely. But then again depends on where the destination would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4) Like someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5) Does “someone” know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think he suspects. But I cant be too sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;6) Who sleeps with you every night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My faithful soft toy rabbit. Been with me for 13 yrs now. Who’s the faithful one now? *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7) Think you’re attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A little above average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;8) Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Half of me says “yes”, the other half says “I don’t know”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9) To whom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To someone who will love me for who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;10) Are you a good student?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Err, yes and no. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11) Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes and No, haha. Temperamental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12) Have you been fooled before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;13) Coloured or black and white photo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Coloured. Makes it more “alive.” Whatever that means XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;14) Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It really depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;15) Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ahah, definitely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://estherxoxxo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esther&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;, you know who I’m talkin’ about, don’t you?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;16) Do you consider yourself the life of the party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nope, not at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;17) Have you lied before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;18) Do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;19) Do you make fun of people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Depending on whether I like you or not. Wahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;20) Do you think dreams eventually come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don’t know. Although I wish all of it will!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;21) Favourite Disney character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Too many to name. all are just too cute, heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;22) Go to the movies or rent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;23) Have you ever moved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Countless times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;24) Last movie you watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Err…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;25) Last time you went to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;26) Loud or soft music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;27) Mc D’s or Burger King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I’m torn between two lovers *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;28) Night or day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;29) Future job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kindergarten teacher. Better still the headmistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;30) Current job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Something that relates a lot to the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;31) Current love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mr. xxx *gives a cheeky look*&lt;br /&gt;My bed &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[it’s the best thing when I am sleep-deprived]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;32) Current longing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;More of my Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;33) Current disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That nothing’s really happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;34) Current annoyance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The unstable streamyx connection. Interrupting my work. Grrrggghhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;35) Most recent thing you are looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Meeting him” this Sunday *lol*&lt;br /&gt;The next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;birthday celebration on the 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;36) What are you hearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The many really-hard-to-decipher Australia and U.K. accent each tiem I make that overseas call, haha &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[working on a new project for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/rdstore/categoryFeature.do?storeid=1000&amp;categoryid=100072"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reader’s Digest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Malaysia, which requires me to call all the different universities abroad.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;37) Plans for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think I heard something like a steamboat dinner at Yuen Buffet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;38) What was the most memorable thing you did this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Helping out in &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/carnival-is-back.html"&gt;T.H.E. Carnival&lt;/a&gt; that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;With a lantern in hand, and a group of Light House members, we walk one part of BU neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[this Light House lantern celebration is an appreciation nite for all who participated in T.H.E. Carnival]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;39) Current favourite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Come Holy Spirit Fall On Me Now (duno who’s the singer)&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tale by Guang Liang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;40) Pick a favourite TV series quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Unless it really stands out to me, I don’t usually remember them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;41) I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Anyone who has time but don’t know how to spend it, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haih, I guess I’m not that discipline after all. Like I mentioned in No. 36, I am currently working on a new project for Reader’s Digest Malaysia which requires me to call all the different universities abroad to gather some contact information about their uni. For now, it’s Australia and United Kingdom. I have to admit it’s tough, but challenging and fun at the same time. The only thing I find a trouble is to constantly take note of any and all time differences. Ooh, and catching their flowery accent too. Walao!! Thankfully 8 out of 10 are patient enough with me. Some even went the extra mile to spell letter by letter for me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this job, my schedule and time has been all upside down. Australia isn’t all that bad, being only 2 hours ahead of us. I got myself a seperate clock set according to their time and I had to be very careful with my greetings, so that I don’t wish them “Good morning” when it is already into noon time over there, heh. I still make that mistake with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superpages.com.my/"&gt;Super Pages&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sometimes, what more this international one where time factor is totally out, haha. The worse is yet to come. This batch that I am doing now is the United Kingdom. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7 hours behind Malaysia, goodness me!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I will need to work until 12 a.m. Malaysian time. So anymore next surprises? Too many jobs la. Pengsan. But then again, I’m paid, so why not *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, their lunch time is up (it’s dinner time for me here), so I’m back to work. See yah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-116019953232371800?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/116019953232371800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=116019953232371800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116019953232371800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/116019953232371800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/passing-time.html' title='Passing Time...'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115988926940163860</id><published>2006-10-04T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T02:01:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backtrack…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;We had a family getaway at Genting Highlands last Friday through to Sunday. This time it was something mild. As expected, we didn’t get to the theme parks, just chilling at the hotel. I told myself that I would be taking this opportunity to just relax to the max, so what better thing to do than catch up on my sleep, haha. Such nice and cooling weather. Seriously it was nothing much. I didn’t even have time for pictures, heh. But I manage to zoom in on the highest point from our hotel for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I had to miss one and a half days of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/carnival-is-back.html"&gt;T.H.E Carnival&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;could have gone for my shift on Sunday afternoon as well, but I promised my kids that I would be there for the closing party of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gracerangers.com/"&gt;Royal Rangers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;for this year. One after another, it was a jammed packed day for me, but it’s all for Him *winkz* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0054.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;anyway, I rushed straight to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;after rangers just in time for my slot. Whoa, good business la! Our stall was one of the last few to pack up, imagine. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%2019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here comes T.H.E Carnival!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/Copy%20of%20IMGP0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The following few pics are by Evie. Since I couldn't be there to take them myself, I asked her to help me la, haha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His new trademark *lol*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cell leader &amp; his “superchun” burger, hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still with that pose?? Haih :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Connor's girls a.k.a his "kaki tangan" in contributing to the success of our stall *winkz*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;His direct "penolong kanan".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/from%20evie%2017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooh, wanna see a pastor get "dunked"? Hahaha. Here's Ps Moy How for all :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Some of my friends had the opportunity of going round “kepoh-ing”, but as I was on duty, I didn’t have that privilege. But it’s alright, I’ll do what is needful and important. Then suddenly, I saw a familiar face, someone with whom I have lost touch for so long. Marie Ann, an ex cell member from the time David Nga was the cell leader, came by to say hi. It was nice to see her there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;[tracking back, its been almost a decade since I first joined a cell. Imagine how many cell leaders I have been with &amp; grown up with]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Because her boyfriend was a DUMC-ian, that’s why. Speaking of which, it really feels nice to be back in touch with old pals despite our own busy schedules. There’s Joan, there’s Pauline, there’s Jaymee. Hmm. Maybe I could visit them again someday, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;My sister's favourite word: Random thought --&gt; seems like quite a number of friends I know “crossed church” as far as their “other half” is concerned, haha. Random conversation between a few of the Light House members:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Member A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Seems like we all crossed ministries to find our partners. He’s from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/article-196"&gt;MWM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt; (Music &amp;amp; Worship Ministry), I’m from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/article-209"&gt;Dew Crew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Member B:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yalo, ya lo. Me also. Eh, in fact you also wert (reffering to &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153)"&gt;member C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; haha. Own ministry also got but dun want, go over board to the next ministry, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Now, that made me think: If they are talking about “crossing ministries” what have I done? Crossed church? Haha. But of course, I’m not alone, hehe. I know of some others who are in the same situation as well. Hmm. Lets just see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115988926940163860?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115988926940163860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115988926940163860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115988926940163860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115988926940163860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/10/backtrack.html' title='Backtrack…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115920420628868652</id><published>2006-09-27T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:18:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS, SIGNS &amp; CONFIRMATIONS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/clouds%20for%20blog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/clouds%20for%20blog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;She must be on Cloud 9 now, haha. Is she still thinking very much about it? I know I am, although I have zero connection to it. My sis has been ranting to me about a certain something which has been in her heart for quite some time now. I knew how much this thing meant to her. I know very well how she felt. And I know how she feels even right now. It takes one to be in the shoes of another person to know how he or she feels. What does it mean for me to have that dream for my sis? Was God trying to tell her something through me? Was God trying to show ME something? What is the lesson that He was trying to get across to both of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;In the wee hours of early last Friday, I had a dream. I dreamt about my sis getting this particular wish of hers granted, right in her face. Oh, man. So sweet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;[okok, I better be careful not to reveal too much, but all I can say is that the guy that she has been eyeing for some time now asked her for a chance to be more than friends. aaawww. I was with her at some place having fun with each of own our friends, that was when she came to me with the news.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It was very clear, how the dream went. I even remembered what outfit she wore at that time. Can you imagine? I woke up with my heart beating so fast, just feeling so excited for her. Excited to tell her about it. For goodness sake Elaine, just be patient and let her get back from college first, will you? Haha. One thing I know, the dream did not have an ending. Hish, why so potong stim? *lol* As I was pondering on the halfway dream, the question of “why didn’t the dream have an ending?” came up. Out of nowhere, it just dawned on me that &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was entirely up to her to decide how she wanted the ending to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Probably there was a message God was trying to get through to her. Probably He wanted to teach her something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Could it be a first sign from God? Well, from all that she has told me about this guy, he seems a very decent person, sweet too, heee~ He loves the Lord very much, and he is very passionate about his ministry. I felt strongly so, but I didn’t want to give her too high hopes. Is there going to be a &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second and third sign? A confirmation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know how it feels to have hopes crushed, so I didn’t want that to happen to her. All I know was that I too longed for dreams that will come to past. Something that I have been wishing for to come to reality. How nice would it have been if that dream was meant for myself? Better still how beautiful it will be to have my sis dream that of me, because most of the times, her dreams had come to past before. Not only dreams. In fact she can “see and sense” things. She would tell me that this or that is not right for me, and true enough after a certain amount of time, I see that truth revealed. Or she would so earnestly encourage me to go for it because she’d somehow sensed that it was something good for me. I wished I had that ability, Esther, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for the best for you *winkz* hold on to it. Whether or not God will bring it to past, all you have to do is seek His will. Okay? Will be praying along with you, girl. I want a nice person to be my brother-in-law. So far so good, hmm. Gosh, I can’t believe I am the one feeling the excitement, heh. When can I have my turn? :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115920420628868652?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115920420628868652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115920420628868652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115920420628868652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115920420628868652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/dreams-signs-confirmations.html' title='DREAMS, SIGNS &amp; CONFIRMATIONS?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115903416406111290</id><published>2006-09-25T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:22:46.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.H.E Carnival is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/IMGP0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This might be the first time for me but it is definitely nothing new for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-ians as they witness the comeback of this event (view more about it &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I was so semangat about it then, but now? Plans changed. It clashes with a family trip to Genting, hmm. Anyway, I think Genting should be something good for me la. I do need a break. Mental break, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was finalised that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;Light House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;will be in charge of a stall. They have settled on selling burger, haha. They even came up with a name for the stall. Or is it the burger, heh. Connor’s burger, it shall be. No, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burger Connor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sounds better (burger corner actually. Heh). As a cell, we did some research last two weeks and having observed how the preparation was done by a random roadside burger man, we all got down to serious work last Friday, and our dear cell leader did a great job cooking the burger for a test run after cell two days ago. I loved the cheese, haha. Way to go, Connor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There’s the “goreng” duty, the “bungkus” duty and the cashier. Jaga money is quite a dangerous job, haha. Well, I was actually scheduled for first shift on Saturday and first and third shift on Sunday. But looks like I could only be on time for the third on Sunday since we would only be leaving Genting latest by 11 a.m. then stay for our&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.gracerangers.com/"&gt;Royal Rangers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;year end closing party with the kids. Looks like I have to rush straight for DUMC after rangers. Better than nothing la, hehe. So, hopefully I will still have some energy left for the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates to come after the event, next week *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115903416406111290?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115903416406111290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115903416406111290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115903416406111290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115903416406111290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/carnival-is-back.html' title='T.H.E Carnival is back!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115891936132222272</id><published>2006-09-23T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:06:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recuperating…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/lake-tahoe-shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/lake-tahoe-shore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;It’s been a while. About a month. I will never know how much longer this journey will take but am I actually beginning to see some light at the end of the tunnel? Am I anywhere near the top of the well that I have fallen from? Or a better picture would be am I swimming to shore again after a heavy storm that caused my boat to overturn and with me drowning? I sure hope so. It’s been inside me for goodness-knows-how-long and it sure feels good to let it all out. Although I don’t see the result of it yet, I know for sure that things will come to light soon, if not right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Perhaps the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-j-son.html"&gt;bowling event&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;did its magic trick on me, haha. Well, anyway, yesterday was a day of reflection for me. As I received the weekly issue of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/message/199"&gt;SURGE&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;from Evie, I can’t help feeling guilt pangs all over me. Some how or other, I found myself relating to the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEARTCRY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; portion, probably only in a slightly different manner. No, I definitely did not have a friend pass away but the isi tersirat was there la. In more sense than one, it was “speaking” to me. Then as I was chatting with her online late last night, she reminded me again of this article. A question for me to ponder DEEP: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is in control?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I was watching the Chinese series on Astro Wah Lai Toi, nothing else was as outstanding as the comment this guy gave when he was fishing with his buddy. I remembered it in Cantonese. Let’s see if the translation makes any sense at all: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FISHING DOESN’T NECESSARILY SEE YOU TO AN OUTCOME, MOST IMPORTANTLY TO ENJOY THE PROCESS OF IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (made any sense here? Haha). In other words, life’s events doesn’t necessarily always turn out good. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whether the results are positive or negative, it’s all for His glory. What’s important is the LESSONS WE LEARNT IN THE PROCESS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right this moment, my sis is letting this song play repeatedly on the computer. Perhaps God is saying I needed to get the meaning of this song drilled in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;There is a longing, only You can fill&lt;br /&gt;A raging tempest, only You can still&lt;br /&gt;My soul is thirsty lord to know you as I’m known&lt;br /&gt;Drink from the river that flows before your throne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;** Take me deeper, deeper in love with You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, hold me close in Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Take me deeper, deeper than I’ve ever been before&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna love You more and more&lt;br /&gt;How I long to be deeper in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;Sunrise to sunrise, I can see Your face&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by the spirit, to the promise of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;My heart has found in you a hope that will abide&lt;br /&gt;Here in your presence forever satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Ooh yah, Esther, I’m so excited for you about the dream I got *winkz* I know how you feel. But if it’s something worth it, never let it past, ok? Whatever it is, pray about it yah? I sokong you… Mmmuuuaaahh *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited: remember I said I was chatting with Evie online that night? Well, she was multi tasking, hehe. While chatting, she was preparing for worship for the next day. Believe it or not, when I look at the song sheet, this very same song was staring back at me. Goosebumps, haha. It definitely has to be God. I thought I felt distant from Him. But yet He was right there. I failed! I’m a miserable failure, but yet He was so gracious to point the truth out to me. I promise. I promise to climb back up, ok?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115891936132222272?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115891936132222272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115891936132222272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115891936132222272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115891936132222272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/recuperating.html' title='Recuperating…'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115883155279909580</id><published>2006-09-23T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:50:31.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J-SON!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;[this post is almost a week late because of the problematic streamyx connection. Grrrggh!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Lynda, the Praise Givers birthday organizer had planned for a surprised birthday gathering for their beloved cell leader, J-Son and had invited&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/We-are-Lighthouse/"&gt;Light House&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;to join in the fun. To go or not to go? Contemplating between the two I had initially settled on the latter since I was working in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jica.org.my/"&gt;JICA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;on that same day. Besides I did feel a little t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;ired in every sense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;– physically, mentally and emotionally. But after much thinking, I decided that staying home wouldn’t help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; much either so I might as well just be around some fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;I lost the video that I took on the joke they played on J-Son, so no chance of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;viewing. All I know is that poor J-Son was sporting enough to play along to it. One thing I noticed is that with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;young adults, there’s no escaping your birthday “torture”, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/quack%20quack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG!! I cant believe they got me this thing and made me look 9 instead of 29, haih…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/bday%20card%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/bday%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/yucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You guys better be careful ar, bullying me like that… I’m your cell leader, you know? Haha…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/yucks%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They made him some “special drink” and got him to take it down. Look at his fearful face, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/yucks%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eeeww, what’s this?? Am I really supposed to take it down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/worried%20look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/j%20and%20al.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, what else are they up to?? God, help me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/shy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well, there begins my “nightmare”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;The fact that they were willing to spend extra cash on an extra birthday cake proved it all, heh. The cake was meant for his whole head to be smashed in it *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/cake%20in%20the%20face%202.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/cake%20in%20the%20face%202.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;an occasional “facial mask” is good for your face la, J-Son!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/facial%20mask%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/facial%20mask%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/facial%20mask%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/facial%20mask%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Well, only to have dinner at Marco’s Pizza was not enough. Their next plan was bowling at One Utama. Three teams compete: The &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Praise Givers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Light House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and our special guest featuring the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Father’s Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually wanted to give it a try, just one shot at the pins. Something new for me, who knows? But even the lightest ball was heavy for my strong right arm, hmm. I wanted to find an excuse to let out and I thought hitting the pins was a good way, haha. Well, I guess sitting there looking at them score should be good enough. I would occasionally let out a cheer for whichever team hits it, but that’s about it. The fun stops there. One from the Praise Givers and another from Father’s Garden came by to see how I was doing, but sorry my dears, I wasn’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;t up for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt; any small chats then, heh. So anyway, we had some first timers and a few other experts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;But all were seen putting great effort in to win the championship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyways, more “surprises” for him at the bowling arena. With that board in hand, he was supposed to go round getting signatures of 17 different people. Strangers were friendly and sporting enough to comply to it, heh. With a few supporters following closely behind showing encouragement, he was game enough to be willing to be “tortured and humiliated” (that is what I love him for – his sporting attitude ;p). I bet it was more fun having his darling Esther tagging closely behind, occasionally encouraging and cheering for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/advertising.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/signature%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/signature%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/signature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/signature%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/signature%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 whole games, we finally had a winner. The Praise Givers were unbelievable, Father’s Garden equally fantastic. Ooh, Light House just rock for winning the championship, hehe. What else, pose abit lah, keke. So we present to you the champions for this round: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(L to R) Peter, his darling Nicole, J-Son the birthday boy, Connor, Roland &lt;/span&gt;(he's Alvin Toh's cousin from another cell in another totally different zone, so since he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;doesn’t have a team, the Light House gang pulled him in with them), &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Evie and myself&lt;/span&gt; juz stealing the lime light, haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/the%20medal%20done.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/bowling%20champions.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/bowling%20champions.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday, J-Son!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/the%20cake%20done.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally, this is the “real” cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/lynda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;She is Lynda Ling, the “culprit” behind all this. Good job, Lynda. I think I might need to get you to impart in me some ideas like that. Half as crazy is more than enough. Haha. Or maybe I just get you to plan for my next member’s birthday *winkz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/sweet.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so, I present to u the MD’s (Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy) of Praise Givers cell group. Aren’t they a sweet couple? Aaawww…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115883155279909580?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115883155279909580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115883155279909580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115883155279909580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115883155279909580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-j-son.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, J-SON!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115816332729605531</id><published>2006-09-14T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:50:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BUNCH OF BLESSINGS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;My little cuties have been practicing hard for our Selangor #7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gracerangers.com/"&gt;Royal Rangers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;anniversary coming up this Sunday. Here’s a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cryzelle.multiply.com/video/item/2"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;of the complete last dance practice before they stand in front of the whole congregation of their parents &amp; a few other invited outpost. What an adorable little lot *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Sorry if the retrieving of the video takes too long.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Although they may get a little on my nerve sometimes and start creating havoc in the class, generally they are a bunch of sweeties. The Ranger Kids’ outpost comprises of 5- to 8-year-olds. Their characters and beh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;aviors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;y from one another where some may be older in age, but not in maturity sense. Others may be young but they take on the matured mentality of a 7- or 8-year-old. A handful of the older ones, who have been with us in this outpost for a few years now have learnt the art of putting what they have learnt into actions. They have learnt to be courteous, helping to look out f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;or the welfare of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Royal Rangers is not only a place w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;here the kids learn about God and outdoor survival skills. It is also about character &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;building. Moulding them into who God wants them to be, indeed we have seen results in a few of them. They also lea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;rn to respect one another, be it with their peers or with the commanders. I, for one, have learnt that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;relationshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ps can be built from every level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With relationships first with my children, I could go another level with their parents. Interactions with the adults give me a better view into the lives of the kids under me. Or vice versa if I want to get to know more about the parents. I still remembered the “warm welcome” they had given me, haha. As I returned last 2 weeks after two months of sabbatical, a few of them who are very attached to me came jumping in position on my lap, hugging me and demanded an explanation as to why I was missing for sooo long. Hmm, where did they learnt that from…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/IMGP0046%20ii.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/IMGP0046%20ii.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;Anyways, I saw the dance for the first time 2 weeks ago. Goodness, they were so adorable. Commander Wendy, the dance instructor, really picked the group leaders well. They can really pose &amp; shake, I tell you! Especially Hannah and Alycia, heh. They all looked so hot, especially with that James Bond pose at one part of the dance. Go, kids!! You can do it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/dance%203%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/dance%203%20ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/dance%204%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/dance%204%20ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/dance%205%20ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/dance%205%20ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;As they repeated the dance again for the second practice, I happened to notice Kher Huey, as she was one of the leaders in front. As I was just looking at her, I couldn’t help but feel sad for her. She might be putting up a strong front, but deep down I know she was broken. I could see that look on her face when she met me to tell me that her mom had passed away. She only has her aunt to look after her now. Being the only child, I could feel her loneliness. Fate has left her with no choice but to learn to do it all on her own, and be as independent as she could. While other kids her age can still manja-manja with their mothers, she had to be strong. All I just hope for is that despite the physical loneliness that she is feeling right now, she will still know that God will be with her and she doesn’t have to carry it all on her own. Kher Huey, remember that I will always be praying for you, ok? Jesus loves you soooo much, and I do too *muaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Life has it’s up and downs, it’s all up to us how we choose to take it. I have questions. In fact unending questions to all that is happening right now. I have ups and downs too so I know how Kher Huey feels to be at the lowest valleys. But I guess it is just a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Corinthians%2010:13&amp;version=31"&gt;testing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;that God is bringing us through while breaking and moulding us in the process. Well, hopefully I will be able to see the significant truth of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%208:28;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Romans 8:28&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;soon. For now, I wanna make sure that I enjoy Selangor #7’s 18th “birthday”, haha. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115816332729605531?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115816332729605531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115816332729605531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115816332729605531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115816332729605531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-bunch-of-blessings.html' title='MY BUNCH OF BLESSINGS!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115794934475747044</id><published>2006-09-12T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:50:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposed through and through!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/sinking%20ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/sinking%20ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Be careful what you ask for. There is a God who hears. I can guarantee and testify to that. Never have I experienced such instant results of answered prayers ever before and yesterday, I felt so “naked” before Him because of my own request! I have been tossing and turning around in the sea of confusion, restless and disturbed. Coming to Him time and again, desiring to surrender all of me at the Cross, I have to admit that I failed miserably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had prayed and asked that He speak to me through the speaker in whichever area that I needed to be ministered to. Scripture Reading was always first, followed by worship, then the Word. Whoa, believe or not, even the Scripture Reading was like a hammer on the nail. The minute Uncle Kee Huat mentioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah%2029:11&amp;version=31"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, my heart started beating so fast. I knew that verse very well. What more could He do with that verse than to strike me (of course not in anger, but with love). I knew particularly which area He was getting at. OUCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Peter Chen (Ps Sam’s brother) led in worship, and one of the songs that hit me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE AWESOME IN THIS PLACE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just couldn’t sing along. I felt so unworthy to sing it. Do I really acknowledge Him as awesome since I couldn’t even give my all to Him? Is He worthy of all my praises? No doubt, He should be. However, I couldn’t bring myself to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“To You my life I raise.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I failed miserably there!! But in another sense, He is awesome to still love me enough to speak to me, correct me and bring me out of that guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As I come into Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Passed the gates of praise&lt;br /&gt;Into Your sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;Til we’re standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;I look upon Your countenance&lt;br /&gt;I see the fullness of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;I can only bow down and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Mighty God&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Abba Father&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy of all praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To You our lives we raise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome in this place, Mighty God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When it was time for Word, I was asking God what is He going to shoot at me with this time. No doubt the points that he shared on, which is to have a compassionate heart, did the magic trick, haha. Giving the story of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010:30-37&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;The Good Samaritan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, he challenged us never to be a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Levi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;or a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, but a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAMARITAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. Jesus always had a heart of compassion, and we’re called to be reflectors of His heart. We’re called to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SHOW COMPASSION&lt;/span&gt;, not just &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;BE A MISSIONARY&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone can be a missionary, whether or not we like it or have the calling, but not everyone CAN have a heart of compassion. SO TRUE :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He said there were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 points to THE REASON WHY WE DUN OBEY GOD.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Firstly, because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we think He doesn’t use ordinary people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. We think we’re not good enough for Him to use us just as we are. We take on the wrong conception that He only uses “superstars.” Secondly, it’s because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;we get overwhelmed by what we’re supposed to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. We worry about how we’re supposed to do it, could we ever do it well. Worry sets in when we don’t and can't achieve it for Him. He has called us to do something for Him, and when we don’t get it done like He wants it, we get our minds full of it. (I’m guilty!! *lol*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;There’s supposed to be three more points I think, but for second service, he only managed 2. Stopping at the second, he said he sense very strongly that the Holy Spirit is telling some of us in the congregation (to me la) to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LET GO OF THE THING YOU’VE BEEN HOLDING ON TO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walao!! Hebrews 11:1, which is also&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dumc.com.my/"&gt;DUMC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;’s theme for this year,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Hebrews%2011:1;&amp;version=31;"&gt;tells&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;us what faith is all about so I’m just believing. If I’m hanging on to this verse, where did I go wrong that nothing seems to be working out? Yes, I have been holding on, but that’s because I merely held on to the promise of Hebrews 11:1, now He’s telling me “to let go?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I can't do it!! It has been the same for the past similar events. If You want me to let go, help me!! If You want me to overcome it, help me with this “test”!! And help me fast, please!! I’ve been “exposed through and through” in shame before You, I dun think there’s anyone who can “help me up” other than You!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115794934475747044?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115794934475747044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115794934475747044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115794934475747044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115794934475747044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/exposed-through-and-through.html' title='Exposed through and through!!'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115770479866681965</id><published>2006-09-09T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:39:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DO WISHES COME TRUE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/1600/wishing%20star%20editted%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/406/1213/400/wishing%20star%20editted%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here I am trying to encourage a friend in the midst of her down-ness, there I am having uncertainties myself. All these uncertainties have been around since the past 4 to 6 weeks. I saw myself slowly coming out of the moodiness when I noticed some changes in myself since the last week of August. Or so I thought. Could I have been only trying to bury it deep down without resolving the issue, in the hope that it would soon go away if I do not pay attention to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do wishes come true? Is it true that only good people get their wishes granted, and the rest of the not-good-enough people will be put on hold or on a waiting list? Reading Peter’s latest entry on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.petertan.com/blog/2006/09/06/the-irony-of-fulfilled-wishes/"&gt;the irony of fulfilled wishes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, the thought that came to my mind was “will I ever be able to say the same for myself?”  From every aspect – physically, emotionally, spiritually – I’ve been having wishes &amp; desires ever so recently.  I want to see them come to past for the Lord, but nothing seems to be happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I feel happy for Peter, having all his wishes &amp; dreams come to past like he said.  But then again, it made me reflect on my own life, just to see that nothing of such sort is happening.  My mom told me this morning, that I gotta learn to have more self esteem.  So is it merely because I don’t believe in myself much enough for God to give me all that I wanted?  I am reminded of the peak season in my life that everything sailed smoothly in the sea of favour from God.  The last half of 2005 over to the first half of 2006 was a blast but what is happening now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 wishes, just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Is it too much of a request?  Or does God see it as a demand?   Is He not going to give it to me at all?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish… I wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*sigh* All I can say is I envy you, Peter.. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13694829-115770479866681965?l=cryzelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/feeds/115770479866681965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13694829&amp;postID=115770479866681965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115770479866681965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13694829/posts/default/115770479866681965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cryzelle.blogspot.com/2006/09/do-wishes-come-true.html' title='DO WISHES COME TRUE?'/><author><name>Elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08818918433807041289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDc1GuZncnI/SoytdQzySUI/AAAAAAAAAjA/m-o0u7tX6x0/S220/elaine%5Bb%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13694829.post-115736475675260811</id><published>2006-09-05T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:45:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Black Girl…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Ouch! Ooww! Oh, man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My sis: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roma
