<?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-1493029103598100913</id><updated>2012-02-07T02:43:19.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, Your SONGmei</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5964971663611025668</id><published>2011-09-29T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:40:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anybody hear her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7c5DsNcDTk/ToRLEb4iTAI/AAAAAAAAEh8/5pe5LDMKESc/s1600/Balloons.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 48px; height: 48px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7c5DsNcDTk/ToRLEb4iTAI/AAAAAAAAEh8/5pe5LDMKESc/s400/Balloons.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657729571460631554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember this song as at that point of time, a friend and I felt it appropriate for another person. Today, I think it simply echos in my ear....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(160, 82, 45);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Does Anybody Hear Her lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt; Hall, John Mark;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is running&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;She is trying but the canyon's ever widening&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of her cold heart&lt;br /&gt;So she sets out on another misadventure just to find&lt;br /&gt;She's another two years older&lt;br /&gt;And she's three more steps behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;Or does anybody even know she's going down today?&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadow of our steeple&lt;br /&gt;With all the lost and lonely people&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If judgment looms under every steeple&lt;br /&gt;If lofty glances from lofty people&lt;br /&gt;Can't see past her scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And we've never even met her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-5964971663611025668?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/5964971663611025668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/does-anybody-hear-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5964971663611025668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5964971663611025668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/does-anybody-hear-her.html' title='Does anybody hear her?'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7c5DsNcDTk/ToRLEb4iTAI/AAAAAAAAEh8/5pe5LDMKESc/s72-c/Balloons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5912376973681288352</id><published>2011-09-29T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T03:32:14.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnuQHUd2MZ0/ToRIYg7tavI/AAAAAAAAEh0/UQqG-4bfUTs/s1600/canon400D%2B373.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnuQHUd2MZ0/ToRIYg7tavI/AAAAAAAAEh0/UQqG-4bfUTs/s400/canon400D%2B373.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657726617878620914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can turn a blind eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can shut my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish my heart deprives itself of emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I can just do what I love to do and not what others love me to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes i wish I have friends who understand and not chide me when I am already down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might not need to run my own life but can I not leave it in all your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might seem not to mind but can anyone ask me how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I might look like superman in all your eyes but I am just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be me, a mere reflector, not a life saver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to get away and come back when all expectations are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to turn back the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will this ever be possible?&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/1493029103598100913-5912376973681288352?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/5912376973681288352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-be-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5912376973681288352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5912376973681288352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-want-to-be-me.html' title='I want to be me'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnuQHUd2MZ0/ToRIYg7tavI/AAAAAAAAEh0/UQqG-4bfUTs/s72-c/canon400D%2B373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3829461739561424773</id><published>2011-09-14T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T19:52:45.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from my 70 days</title><content type='html'>I am back and adjusting from internship. It is not an easy time to be trying to readjust back to a new environment, to a new term in school and to another new role in church. To quote my supervisor, it is not that I am not given  choice but that I am given limited choice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these roles speak of humanistic work and totally requires my whole heart, which is not enough to share out anymore. I'm getting tired from simply trying to adjust. Tired from trying to protect other people's feelings yet needing to get things done. Tired of not having time to do what I want to do, even in terms of my choice of ministry. Tired of others taking me as a threat when I am not even a willing leader as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is time for a change. I think 2 months is more than enough. Please come back soon to take over.&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/1493029103598100913-3829461739561424773?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3829461739561424773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-from-my-70-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3829461739561424773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3829461739561424773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-from-my-70-days.html' title='Back from my 70 days'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6337537182222851783</id><published>2011-09-07T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:43:07.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70 days of my life</title><content type='html'>Since 6th June 2011, I have been on attachment, experiencing a whole new life at a certain nursing in Singapore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This poem speaks of my experience there over the past 3 months. :) With much love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From awkwardness to friendship found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From knitted brows to awesome smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a place of hope and love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A people who came to give and serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never expected to learn this much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never predicted this would change my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I met a lioness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet now I see her gentleness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she speaks to her sheep with eyes that shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For she knows the pain behind those lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gentle smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A loving touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This mother of two sure melts my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was cautious at the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon enough I felt the spark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For none I see as lovely as this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The permanent smile that represents His&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feisty lady knows no bound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step on her toes and you'll be down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her motivation can lead you on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so 3 days a week, give her corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though she's young she knows a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and one thing I hope, she'll know the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny lady who makes weird sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire her guts to get out of town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She pursues her dreams by biting through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never did let the obstacle rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My singing partner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hitting friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smiles we shared will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back at these 70 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My time was mostly happy and gay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the treasures I found in here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will follow me closely through the years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I counted my loss but only found gains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I pray our paths will meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was a summary of what I feel towards my colleagues. haha. As for the residents, my heart really overwhelms at the thought that I am not able to see them again and also not be able to perhaps even remember how they look like after some time. I am already missing them, especially when they really reminded me of my grandma, being at around the same age. I think I have never learnt to really appreciate the elderly before and now, I am. Behind every one of them holds so much memories and each of these memories are so beautiful. Some of them might not seem like they have the best character but looking into their memories, I know we will see a totally different side of who they were and what made them who they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate the elderly in your home today, for you cannot be sure if they will still be there tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6337537182222851783?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6337537182222851783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/70-days-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6337537182222851783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6337537182222851783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/09/70-days-of-my-life.html' title='70 days of my life'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4965799009917228965</id><published>2011-04-06T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T01:54:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wo Yuan Yi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is a link to a new song I have written.:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rHRSu-P2vcg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know the guitar and voice sounds horrible and maybe you dun understand what was sung but because I am unable to type chinese words on my mac...hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-4965799009917228965?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4965799009917228965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/wo-yuan-yi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4965799009917228965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4965799009917228965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/wo-yuan-yi.html' title='Wo Yuan Yi'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3229540820204051514</id><published>2011-04-04T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:21:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running After You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This song which  friend of mine wrote many years ago kept ringing in my head today..and it truly speaks of a heart of King David, one who runs after God with all that he has. I want that heart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My heart is weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My soul it faints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Lord I need You everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I cry for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I long to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh Lord Your power flowing through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its You My Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The life I'm running after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its You My Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The River I am after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm running after You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm running after You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Running after You (X8)&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/1493029103598100913-3229540820204051514?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3229540820204051514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/running-after-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3229540820204051514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3229540820204051514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/running-after-you.html' title='Running After You'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8712540466618743999</id><published>2011-04-03T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:17:50.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to the cross of mercy and grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These 2 days, I spent time with a group of people whom I met in my youth. People who sort of made me who I am today. People who helped me so much along the way. Maybe some others might be angry with them but I know that their love for me was genuine, even their love for God's ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a week ago, somebody almost convinced me that young adults are unable to give so much time to God because of all the commitments we have and evangelism should be left to the youth as they are more on fire and able to influence each other. "Mentorship should be done if the mentor and mentee are comfortable with each other", he said. I didn't argue back. Maybe I just didnt know what to say cuz he sounded reasonable enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, I listened to the conversation between my ex-leaders. I was amazed at how passionate they still are about reaching the lost souls, about discipling the next batch of leaders, about mentorship. They did not talk about the impossibilities though they know it is tough. They talked about the hows because they knew it still has to be done. I felt awkward in that conversation and I wondered why. It has been a long time since I hear someone talk about God and outreach so passionately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I went back, I spoke to a friend about what I felt. She said I can start the fire in my own church. Then I realised I have lost that fire and I want it back. Badly. Without that fire, I cannot pass Him on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning during worship, I told God I'd surrender again. He reminded me of things I have left behind, things that pleases Him. I struggled. During sermon, I was very quiet because I dunno how to answer Him. I felt numb. I felt I have drifted away for too long. I felt unworthy. I felt he cannot use me anymore. Then after cell, I knew one of the new friend was quite ready to accept Christ but not sure about the other one. So I just spoke to the one who was quite ready. I am not good at explaining the bible in Mandarin so I told him I will speak in English since He understood a bit. But the second new friend came and I was challenged as she does not understand English at all. I tried to find help but in vain. So I shared whatever I can n Mandarin. And as God would have it, she decided to accept Christ as her saviour too! Moral of the story? It is really not me. With the 2 new salvations, He just showed me that no matter who or what I ma, He can use me as long as He chooses to and as long as I am willing to take that step of faith. I am humbled once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then when I went to a friend's house in the afternoon (one of them from the dinner table), we had a time of worship and prayer. It was awesome. Been so long since I come so close in His presense even in worship. I miss it so much. I miss just staying and loitering in His presense with no agenda, no issues, just pure reverence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the way back, I decided to read my bible. And from there, God gave me a 3 point sermon. Cool. You see, when your heart is right before Him, His blessings just overflow. He can't wait to speak to us! He can't wait to use us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The lot has been cast. God loves me. I am back. Evangelism is a call for every believer. It is not only for the youth. Young adults, it is time to wake up from our slumber! Do not be deceived that young adulthood means we can conveniently push His work aside! Who are we to say No when He obviously says GO! I love You Jesus. :) Thank You for wanting me back. :)&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/1493029103598100913-8712540466618743999?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8712540466618743999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-back-to-cross-of-mercy-and-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8712540466618743999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8712540466618743999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-back-to-cross-of-mercy-and-grace.html' title='Coming back to the cross of mercy and grace'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2570574492368552103</id><published>2011-04-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:47:27.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As I read up more and more, I realize the seriousness of professional social work ethics. I remember my tutor saying before that we should treat each client and what he confide in us with respect. It is something like what the bible said in Luke 6:31 '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Do to others as you would have them do to you.&lt;/span&gt;' In the social work sector, there's another line taught by my poly lecturer many years ago.."&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Do not do unto others what you do not want others to do unto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" Both are similar in nature and tells of how we should be treating everyone around us. Using this on my clients, I would know to protect their confidentiality because that is what I hope my counsellor can do for me too if I ever visit one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now the dilemma is that how about in times of group work? All would still need to know the prevailing issues of the client but when client shares something confidential to the case worker, does the case worker reveal to the rest of the team other than the case supervisor? I know someone who argued with me that there are grey areas and I should not be so strict in this. Then again, how about ethics? How do I really draw the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Recently, I realised that without mentioning name, some social workers will talk about their clients cases infront of other irrelevant people just to share a story. Does not sharing the name make it ethical already? I'm not too sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Taking up this course has changed my perspectives in many ways. I am beginning to be challenged in my mind. Good or bad? I'm not too sure yet. I just pray that God will grant me the ability to discern and grant me wisdom to decide.&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/1493029103598100913-2570574492368552103?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2570574492368552103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/professional-ethics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2570574492368552103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2570574492368552103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/04/professional-ethics.html' title='Professional Ethics'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-406058659627721460</id><published>2011-03-10T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:04:58.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVGS STEPUP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nm-S931cIJU/TXkSop_Qr4I/AAAAAAAAEhY/nGml_wuQNDM/s1600/fly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nm-S931cIJU/TXkSop_Qr4I/AAAAAAAAEhY/nGml_wuQNDM/s400/fly1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582513702777696130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;OMG. I totally miss the guys and girls at EVG. I was talking to Jiayi over FB and she said they were just talking about STEPUP today and it has been two years already! And we were only with this batch of students for half a year! As I talk to her, i suddenly feel the same feeling of lostness and sadness I had two years ago when after we tried so hard to hang on, we still had to let go of them and the work that we painstakingly started in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So guys and girls from stepup, if you reading this, please know that you were never meant to be left behind! You're very much loved!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The irony of social work VS education system will never end. &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/1493029103598100913-406058659627721460?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/406058659627721460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/03/evgs-stepup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/406058659627721460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/406058659627721460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/03/evgs-stepup.html' title='EVGS STEPUP'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nm-S931cIJU/TXkSop_Qr4I/AAAAAAAAEhY/nGml_wuQNDM/s72-c/fly1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2904682561222709409</id><published>2011-03-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:09:55.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Work Vs Ministry Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Many years back, I argued with a Social Work student that we cannot use a Social Work point of view to counsel someone as we need to adhere to what we believe in. Today, i am taking the course and I find myself facing serious ethical dilemmas. What is the difference between a Social Worker and a Ministry Worker? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After one whole day of thinking through and asking around, perhaps I got part of my answer. Its similar in a way that both will provide informed choices to their "clients" but for a Ministry Worker, the Word of God can be used. I still stand upon my beliefs and values but I inform them of this and not impose on them with this belief. Which leads me to think, how do people build up their value and belief system if they do not believe in a God at least? Who gave them the morality that is in them? The conscience that pricks them? You can tell me the big Bang made you who you are..but who made your innermost emotions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I find it intriguing to think about such issues...cuz one thought will lead to another and its great to have Someone to believe in at the end of the day to seek the answer and havig the assurance that He knows it all.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2904682561222709409?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2904682561222709409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/03/social-work-vs-ministry-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2904682561222709409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2904682561222709409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/03/social-work-vs-ministry-work.html' title='Social Work Vs Ministry Work'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7473537432653136904</id><published>2011-02-14T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:51:29.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was only joking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Proverbs 26:18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal;  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;  text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;             Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows, and death is the man who deceives his neighbour and says, "I am only joking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;   text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you know of a person who carelessly jokes about another person without caring for the person's feelings? Know of anyone who puts people down just for the sake of it, to make others laugh at the person's expense or simply because you think the person is a pain in the butt? Have you witnessed any division in a clique, group, organisation just because of a stupid joke that someone made out of another individual? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;   text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I happen to know such a person and I find it hard to reconcile with that revelation of this bible verse when I first saw it several years ago because I saw myself doing such a thing. I loved to make jokes out of others. Young and ignorant then? Perhaps. Yet I find it no excuse especially when I do not want to be the butt of the joke myself. It is so easily to brush away the other person's feelings with simplY a "I was only joking" or in the singlish term "wah lau, joking only mah, so serious for what? Like that also cannot take, so petty!" but we realise that is not what the bible teaches us. These jokes equates firebrands, arrows and DEATH! My words are worthless and not worth considering but I believe God's Words states the truth. If this kind of attitude is alright, then I trust that it will not end up in the bible which is God's legacy for us, isn't it? It is not about whether we ourselves can take that kind of joke or not. Its about God's view on such hurtful jokes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;   text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many years later, I saw this verse again and I remember how it impacted me but as the years went by, I forgot the meaning of it until recently. Someone was made the joke and I actually felt his pain. Even though he did not reveal that pain, I felt it from his lack of resistance. Trust me, many others felt it except those who made him the joke perhaps. Thank God he bounced back but we are not always so blessed are we? Guess what will be written in God's Book of Life for us if we caused someone to fall away because of a stupid joke we made? I seriously don't want to know. However, it was a wake up call for me as I realised that through the years, as the impact of the verse dissipates in my heart, I was laughing at the expense of others again...and the incident has made me think twice. Of course, I am not saying that we should be all serious all the time but perhaps the jokes we spill out of our mouth or sometimes hands should be considered more carefully. Do the jokes build up or tear down? Is it really as harmless as it seems? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;   text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LET'S CONSIDER OUR WORDS AND ACTIONS SERIOUSLY BEFORE WE MAKE ANY COMMENTS OR DO ANYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"   style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 48pt; line-height: 12pt;   text-indent: -48pt; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;love = edification = think before you speak = don't talk if it does not build up the person"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1493029103598100913-7473537432653136904?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7473537432653136904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-only-joking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7473537432653136904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7473537432653136904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-only-joking.html' title='I was only joking!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4881005647049564423</id><published>2011-01-12T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:10:31.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid. For once, I felt I should not have been so honest. I wonder if it affected anything. I dun even know what I am blabbering..I am fearful and I hate this fear which is unreasonable, unexpected and unnecessary. Guess the worst is when you are honest with someone who does not open up..the feeling sucks....I think I don't need such roller coaster emotions at this point of my life..I have so much more I want to do and its not the best time to deal with roller coasters. Maybe should stop the engine now before it starts. God, what do you think? Yeah. I want to know. &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/1493029103598100913-4881005647049564423?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4881005647049564423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-fears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4881005647049564423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4881005647049564423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2011/01/weird-fears.html' title='Weird fears'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-9067100391732576029</id><published>2010-12-02T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:07:59.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity or Insanity? Who Can judge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Starry starry night&lt;br /&gt;paint your palette blue and grey&lt;br /&gt;look out on a summer's day&lt;br /&gt;with eyes that know the&lt;br /&gt;darkness in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shadows on the hills&lt;br /&gt;sketch the trees and the daffodils&lt;br /&gt;catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;br /&gt;in colors on the snowy linen land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now I understand what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;how you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen&lt;br /&gt;they did not know how&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry starry night&lt;br /&gt;flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze&lt;br /&gt;swirling clouds in violet haze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Colors changing hue&lt;br /&gt;morning fields of amber grain&lt;br /&gt;weathered faces lined in pain&lt;br /&gt;are soothed beneath the artist's&lt;br /&gt;loving hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now I understand what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;how you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they'll listen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they could not love you&lt;br /&gt;but still your love was true&lt;br /&gt;and when no hope was left in sight on that starry&lt;br /&gt;starry night.&lt;br /&gt;You took your life&lt;br /&gt;as lovers often do;&lt;br /&gt;But I could have told you&lt;br /&gt;Vincent&lt;br /&gt;this world was never&lt;br /&gt;meant for one&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starry starry night&lt;br /&gt;portraits hung in empty halls&lt;br /&gt;frameless heads on nameless walls&lt;br /&gt;with eyes&lt;br /&gt;that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;br /&gt;Like the stranger that you've met&lt;br /&gt;the ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;br /&gt;the silver thorn of bloddy rose&lt;br /&gt;lie crushed and broken&lt;br /&gt;on the virgin snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now I think I know what you tried to say to me&lt;br /&gt;how you suffered for your sanity&lt;br /&gt;how you tried to set them free.&lt;br /&gt;They would not listen&lt;br /&gt;they're not&lt;br /&gt;list'ning still&lt;br /&gt;perhaps they never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;One of the best artist of all time was a schizophrenic and this song reflects what he must have felt at that time when no one in the world understood and did not bother to listen. A beautiful composition that takes a slight peek into a world that is so often ostracized and condemned by the world, a world that makes up of me and you.  Sanity or Insanity, who can judge?&lt;/span&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/1493029103598100913-9067100391732576029?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/9067100391732576029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/12/sanity-or-insanity-who-can-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9067100391732576029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9067100391732576029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/12/sanity-or-insanity-who-can-judge.html' title='Sanity or Insanity? Who Can judge?'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8894086562107147497</id><published>2010-11-29T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:41:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A year since the time you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You left behind all what you could have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I took the pieces broken and torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tried to do something, to rebuild the bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The first few months were quite alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For we were together in the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then came the times when some were down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I couldnt do much, I made no sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Time was ticking by and by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried to forget what lies behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but as I see the ones you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel as though their hearts were deaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Perhaps I'm not there like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To serve my brains, my memory refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My book of wisdoms, to some a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Threading on ice with each pursue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not looking back I run ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For I've dwelled enough down in the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm getting up and fighting through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;To follow or not, its up to you&lt;/span&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/1493029103598100913-8894086562107147497?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8894086562107147497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8894086562107147497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8894086562107147497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the Dead'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8962810808145245575</id><published>2010-09-25T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:23:45.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Birthday to ME! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A week before my bday this year, I was horrified. I was supposed to go for a workshop on my bday and straight after, I need to rush down for a worship session at another church as I was on duty. Not to mention the fact that I fell sick and has still barely recovered. But I had a mild surprise when Wenyan and AQ got a cake down from pastor's place and sang a bday song for me..with Carol as their accomplice..distracting me by talking about my timesheet. haha. The suspicious me was...suspicious. And yeah..so it was a mild surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was on AQ's car heading home to put the cake in the fridge (its a durian cheese cake for fund-raising purpose and really nice!pls order from me if you want!) and the whole time I was thinking something must be wrong. The surprise was too mild. And someone told me that Sunmei is sick so cannot come..and Iris and QQ also busy..so I was half expecting them to turn up either under my block or at Mad Jack where we were going to eat. Once we finished eating and I got off the car without any more surprise, I was convinced that the day is over and I was happy enough as many greetings came in the day, my class sang me a song, so many fb greetings and I had a mild surprise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I opened my front door, Sun Mei, Keli, JiaJie, QQ and Iris shocked me by jumping out from nowhere! I stood there for a while, not knowing how to react and seriously, it was a really successful surprise. haha. Then they sang this ABC song for me which was so funny! The noise was amazing at the corridor and my already asleep mum came and checked at the door!  :) Then I realised AQ knew this all along...and she was still downstairs at the car park. So we went down and ate the durian cheese cake( Which once again I must emphasized that can be ordered from me!) before going back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that I totally love you all to the max. Out of the 30 years of my life, i think this was the most successful surprise anyone ever performed on me...hahah.. Thank you so much! :) I hope to put up their video here but I havent got it yet. hahha..I will see what I can do! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thank God for the amazing bunch of ppl He placed around me, past and present. I think I feel most blessed when I see the greetings of those whose lives I've seen transformed, especially when God has used me to play a part in that transformation. These 30 years were spent in darkness, light, joy, sorrows, bitterness..whatever you can think of and He has brought me through it all, sometimes with the help of little angels around me. I am thankful to God and I pray that I will remain so for the rest of my life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-8962810808145245575?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8962810808145245575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/09/blessed-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8962810808145245575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8962810808145245575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/09/blessed-birthday-to-me.html' title='Blessed Birthday to ME! :)'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3837323268295379288</id><published>2010-07-10T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:49:44.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sometimes I think we give the devil too much credit. Why are we blaming the devil everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; something bad ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ppen? Like when there is conflict among believers, ministries or when someone seemingly backslides? I don't deny he is constantly trying to get us and he has his set of powers. He is the prince of this world &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but excuse me for my Jesus is still the King.&lt;/span&gt;  Stop thinking the devil is so powerful. He is only as powerful as we allow and believe him to be. Jonah didn't landed in the fish's stomach because of a curse from the enemy. His rebelliousness landed him there. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More often than not, the one causing causing all the bad things like conflict to happen is our self. &lt;/span&gt;Our pride, ego, unforgiveness, insensitivity, lack of mercy and the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today in cell, we learnt that the enemy distracts. And he uses things that seems so normal to distract us from the call of God. Excuses that seem so legitimate. Things like letting us worry whether he is trying to destroy us, or whether these issues arose because the enemy is trying to lie to us and keep us off the track of God etc etc. Doesn't that sound legitimate? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In the end we spend more time praying against the traps of satan than praying for the will of God. &lt;/span&gt; And I have just posted a blog post on his distractions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What an irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So the next time we point the finger at the devil, think again. he is not the omnipotent one. Stop thinking so highly of him for he was already defeated at Calvary. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The One living in you is the true and living God, the omnipotent One. &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/1493029103598100913-3837323268295379288?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3837323268295379288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/07/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3837323268295379288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3837323268295379288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/07/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7318426249959451973</id><published>2010-06-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:40:40.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was at an Indonesian Island for 2 days, doing some painting work for an orphanage. What seemed like an effort to help them made me actually feel like we were imposing on them as they had to get the paint, clean up the place, repair the lights and even got a new fan for us who were staying over at the orphanage for that night. Spoiled Singaporeans we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Children found there were either without parents or their parents are too poor to take care of them or single mums who cannot take care of them and threw them into the home. Some of them are victims left behind from the Tsunami in Aceh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the orphanage we visited was founded by a Christian, the children learnt to read the bible, pray and worship. So that morning, at 4am, we started the morning worship session. We, the blurry-eyed Singaporeans were like having a sing-along session while those children...they put their heart and soul to worshipping God...at 4am. One of the chorus we sang that impacted me goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHEN THE OCEANS RISE AND THUNDERS ROAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WILL SOAR WITH YOU ABOVE THE STORM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FATHER YOU ARE KING OVER THE FLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WILL BE STILL, KNOW YOU ARE GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sang, I remember that i used to love this song and felt so much for the lyrics when I was down. I thought I had storms. Yet, what I went through is nothing compared to what these children are going through or have gone through. Some of them literally saw storms. I was so moved by their singing, so so moved. There was an eleven year old boy who told me that he loves to worship God and I realised that whenever anyone just pass him something, like an apple or just a sweet, he will smile with such gratitude in his eyes and say "Hallelujah, thank You Jesus!" How many times have I heard this statement or said this statement and felt that it wasn't genuine but when he said it, I knew he meant it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These children love Him from their heart. I am totally humbled. I return to Singapore, a humble Singapore who went to make a difference but returned to feel the difference in my own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hallelujah, Thank You Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the church secretary over there told me this " Some people sing and write songs, taking it from the library of Heaven. And these are songs from God. Some sing and write songs, taking it from their own experience. And these are songs from the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly I realised that songs from the heart are good but it can only touch people who went through similar situations. But songs from God can touch all, no matter what we are going through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to take from the library of Heaven. &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/1493029103598100913-7318426249959451973?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7318426249959451973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/humbled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7318426249959451973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7318426249959451973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/humbled.html' title='Humbled'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3618614918631649572</id><published>2010-06-17T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:10:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/TBpWNF3jLxI/AAAAAAAAEgk/_CIIEU7vUkc/s1600/IMG_7863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/TBpWNF3jLxI/AAAAAAAAEgk/_CIIEU7vUkc/s400/IMG_7863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483790279190458130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Have you ever wondered why God never gets the credit when the things are comfortable but always gets the blame when it rains? Isn't it true that out of a million things that happen to us everyday, only one is needed to bring us down? What happens to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles are happening around us everyday. We have breath. Our hair is intact. Our eyes can see. We are not robbed. We are not persecuted for our faith. We get paid for what we do. We walk without a limp. We have friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems like normality is normal only because God gave us the miracle of living in His grace. So instead of blaming Him for that drop of rain(no matter how big), lets start thanking Him for the sun that He raises up everyday.Easier said than done but impossibility is only a choice we make.&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/1493029103598100913-3618614918631649572?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3618614918631649572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-ever-wondered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3618614918631649572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3618614918631649572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-you-ever-wondered.html' title='Have you ever wondered?'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/TBpWNF3jLxI/AAAAAAAAEgk/_CIIEU7vUkc/s72-c/IMG_7863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5562022591741772836</id><published>2010-06-02T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:00:27.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamp unto my feet, light unto my path</title><content type='html'>After about a few weeks of normal work pace, the stress is back again. Expectations. Sometimes I wonder if they are good or bad. Fine line. Its really a fine line to draw when I'm busy with both sides but unable to clock in what takes up a big bulk of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I remember the course I attended when the social workers all concluded that all they want is some rest and private time. Robots are gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, step by step i'll move in. For God is using me and I trust His lamp is enough to show me the way. I will not get lost in the midst of busy-ness. Amen. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-5562022591741772836?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/5562022591741772836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/lamp-unto-my-feet-light-unto-my-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5562022591741772836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5562022591741772836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/06/lamp-unto-my-feet-light-unto-my-path.html' title='Lamp unto my feet, light unto my path'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6043927074132062387</id><published>2010-04-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:46:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just wanted to share 2 visions I had during a worship session with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The great wall of China.&lt;br /&gt;-It is long and windy, just like our journey with Christ and we often complain how long this journey is, how tough with all the twists and turns.&lt;br /&gt;-Then I was reminded how many ppl and soldiers sacrificed so much of their time and some even their lives to build this great wall.&lt;br /&gt;-God reminded me that while I am complaining, I have taken the freedom of religion in Singapore for granted. He reminded me how many martyrs and evangelists suffered just in order that I would have the freedom to worship Him today. These were all his children too and He sacrificed them so that Singapore can be at peace today, so that I can journey with Christ at least in peace with the authorities and all I think of is how tough the journey is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An ant&lt;br /&gt;-The black ant ant was climbing up hill after hill, valley after valley. Then a big hand came from above and the black ant got scared and began to run in all directions, sometimes even backwards cuz it was so fearful and therefore lost its sense of direction. Actually all the ant wanted to do was to bring the ant to the end of the path so that it doesn't need to walk so much. Then the hand disappeared and another black ant appear and walked with the first black ant, encouraging and motivating it and the 2 ants were happy to walk on together.&lt;br /&gt;-God reminded me that many a time ppl ask why cant He just interfere since He is so great and mighty? But yet if God did that and reveal His glory, we as mere human beings will not be able to take it. In our fear, we will not understand and maybe because of that even backslide. Therefore He sent His Son to come down to earth to die for us, and became of equal standing with us. So that we know that He understands and can walk together with Him, and He with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love visions....especially those that brings about new or refreshed revelations..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6043927074132062387?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6043927074132062387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/visions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6043927074132062387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6043927074132062387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/visions.html' title='Visions'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-420692376893717806</id><published>2010-04-22T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:13:41.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does it mean when in your times of ultimate need of manpower, your friend does not help because she is having a busy period herself/himself but has time for other gatherings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when a friend does not bother to even say thank you anymore for the things you do for him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when it becomes your task to drive your friend around suddenly ever since the day you got a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when you give your heartfelt service to a bunch of kids in return for hostility, rebelliousness, doubt and nonchalance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spur of the moment, we always tend to feel that in the above cases, this person has been taken for granted, has been treated unfairly. Yet when we think again, doesn't the bible says "it is more blessed to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; than to receive?" and doesn't it say "l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt; your neighbour as yourself?" or  "Each one should use whatever gift he has received to &lt;b&gt;serve&lt;/b&gt;  others, faithfully administering God's grace in its various forms." and how can i forget "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serve&lt;/span&gt; one another in love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your gift from God is love and service unto others? Our service to ppl around us, no matter whether we think they deserve it or not should be out of love. If we feel unappreciated, it doesn't mean its the truth for how often can we trust feelings? Yet when we truly feel taken for granted, we must remember that we should serve and love not as we serve or love man, but as we serve and love God. If we love in order to get something in return, then we know our love is not pure in itself too, so who are we to demand from those we choose to love and give unto? I think the ultimate commandment ever given in the bible is to love our enemies, that mean choosing to love those who hate us, have hurt us before or are still hurting us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:3-9 (New International  Version)&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Love is patient, love is  kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not  self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil  but rejoices with the truth. It  always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn this badly, especially about love that does not seek its own self.  How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-420692376893717806?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/420692376893717806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/420692376893717806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/420692376893717806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What does it mean?'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5295865815486341242</id><published>2010-04-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T03:49:51.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THE END OF THIS RACE! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy is simply being in front of your computer and not having to work!!!!! hhahahhahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-5295865815486341242?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2237736602824960401</id><published>2010-04-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:52:33.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I remember this poem my friend gave me after I failed my "O" levels many years ago on my first attempt...and I guess it motivated me since it was a first personal gift from her as well..but I didn't realise how much its in my mind until when I was stressing over the impossibilities of work just now, the first statement of the poem came to my mind..and I went to search for it..so here's to you, my friend in the faraway land of Canada...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't Quit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all uphill&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns&lt;br /&gt;And many a fellow turns about&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won, had he stuck it out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often the goal is nearer than&lt;br /&gt;It seems to a faint and faltering man;&lt;br /&gt;Often the struggler has given up&lt;br /&gt;When he might have captured the victor's cup;&lt;br /&gt;And he learned too late when the night came down&lt;br /&gt;How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is failure turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint of the clouds of doubt&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are&lt;br /&gt;It may be near when it seems afar;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2237736602824960401?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2237736602824960401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2237736602824960401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2237736602824960401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Quit'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3930894064883709950</id><published>2010-04-02T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:02:54.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was pleased:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The skit was a success. Not only by the fact that there were 53 salvation responds...not by the fact that there were 83 new comers...not by the fact that there were 270 people who attended out of our regular attendance of 140..not by the fact that my mum, sister and sister-in-law came to watch...not by the fact that EN Community actually had to use an overflow room for once in history...hahha....not even by the fact that some of my students received Jesus last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the preparation of this skit, many obstacles and unexpected events turned up. Many of us were thrown off our feet. For myself, I was so stressed up with family, work and sleepless nights that the tight schedule for rehearsals did not help. Then came the final night, which was yesterday. We started off with a worship session. No great band..just a guitar and a song book and a group of willing hearts. As we sang, I felt the love of God just flow in and through me...the feeling was amazing..indescribable...and at that moment, I felt that the past few weeks and months of "torment" was all worth it..in exchange of this love assurance from my Jesus. I cannot tell you the joy that I felt...you just have to experience it for yourself. :) And i knew many others in the grou were feeling the same too...tired, drained but at that moment basking in the love of God that filled the entire place. :) And finally after so long..this time my tears were of complete joy and not of sorrow nor injustifications. God is is great. Great Great Great. What else can I say? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went on stage, I was so nervous all of a sudden cuz i heard my mum was there. Then once again, we gathered to pray and worship. This time round, I really cried for the souls of my family to be saved. I think it has never felt so real before...and once again, i was amazed and I knew the performance would touched her heart. God will do His work. Though she left straight after the skit, I knew a seed was deposited into her heart and that is enough for me..for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the skit pulled many of us together..many of whom before this were not even really talking to each other much cuz all from different cliques..it also pulled us to God closer..as one body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasnt about any talents nor technicalities...i remember my repeated prayer was "Holy Spirit pls be here..if not our labor will all be in vain.." it was all about God. And all of us felt His tangible presence. That made the skit the best success of all. God was there watching and we knew He was pleased. Therefore, it was all worth it. :) Amen. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3930894064883709950?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3930894064883709950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-was-pleased.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3930894064883709950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3930894064883709950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-was-pleased.html' title='He was pleased:)'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6191185545105528136</id><published>2010-03-31T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T06:10:12.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so tired and yet I'm losing sleep. The irony of it all. I need strength, wisdom, confidence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God...only You can help..so lets see some hand movement here! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6191185545105528136?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6191185545105528136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/irony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6191185545105528136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6191185545105528136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8137711442570649123</id><published>2010-03-28T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T07:46:06.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a must watch! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You guys must watch this!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/video/video.php?v=385120046879&amp;amp;oid=336817274480&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-8137711442570649123?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8137711442570649123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-must-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8137711442570649123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8137711442570649123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-must-watch.html' title='This is a must watch! :)'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8991694136893344033</id><published>2010-03-23T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T01:35:14.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally I hear from you again, my dear dear friend! You actually read my blog!! :) :) I miss you and I really hope that the day to meet up will come very very soon. :) Whenever I happen to hear new songs on tv now, i will try to learn the melody..just so that I wun be laughed by you at ktv..cuz I hold high hopes of us going soon! hehe. I'm doing well..by God's grace..XF is doing well too..we are very much bonded...since the numerous outings from long ago..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, my friend. Lets continue to walk in the light together. Forget what lies behind and lets just set our eyes on the prize ahead. :) Chiong ah! Take care!!!!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-8991694136893344033?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8991694136893344033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8991694136893344033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8991694136893344033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes.html' title='YES!!!!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5722373097321046128</id><published>2010-03-20T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T10:07:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How have you been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S6UArOCjtlI/AAAAAAAAEgc/StuvUUdyqXg/s1600-h/xianfeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S6UArOCjtlI/AAAAAAAAEgc/StuvUUdyqXg/s400/xianfeng.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450763666505053778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just realised that your blog is back. Some of those from XF told me and its not wendy. So you know that we are still thinking about you and asking "How are you, my dear friend?" What happened to the email you said you'd send? Or the talking in msn? Or the closure? Or the promise that you will still reply when I contact you? Perhaps we haven't known each other long enough to be important to you. Still, you were a great leader and I still believe you are and will be shining bright for Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Knowing that you are happy where you are now is great news. As you move on, hopefully you will remember this group that is still praying for you and loving you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not sure if you know this little poem I used to find in my autograph book when I was young. But my friend, ktv-buddy, cooking partner and leader, this is for you " Once a friend, always a friend. True to the promise, right to the end. " and if you think time will allow us to forget you once played a major part in our lives, here's another one: "Bird fly high, hard to catch, friend like you, hard to forget. " :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God bless, my dear friend. I know He is doing that. :)&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/1493029103598100913-5722373097321046128?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/5722373097321046128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-have-you-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5722373097321046128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5722373097321046128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-have-you-been.html' title='How have you been?'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S6UArOCjtlI/AAAAAAAAEgc/StuvUUdyqXg/s72-c/xianfeng.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-9020953154476029701</id><published>2010-03-09T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T08:32:17.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had our first cell after a long long time last sat..it was great even though we only had a grand total of 4 members.:) I spent the previous day and night doing up a simple powerpoint cuz i really didnt know what to do anymore. I set 2 questions to be answered and I was amazed at the openness of the people! :) My sharing seemed so much more superficial in comparison to theirs but I knew it was somethng which I had to share because openness is contagious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rehearsal thereafter was great too! I mean God is simply awesome. Of cuz I would love to reverse the tragedy and I'm still harbouring hopes of the return but we are all learning to move on, with or without and that is a miracle by itself because the blow was huge, more impactful than anyone would have thought it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thank God for trials and tests. They just make me a better person when I choose to lean on HIm for strength, joy and all that I need.&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/1493029103598100913-9020953154476029701?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/9020953154476029701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-long-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9020953154476029701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9020953154476029701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/03/after-long-long-time.html' title='After a long long time...'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4508661726294661131</id><published>2010-02-23T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:57:58.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QDE7i8ACI/AAAAAAAAEgA/EtwAhFUxb5o/s1600-h/story1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QDE7i8ACI/AAAAAAAAEgA/EtwAhFUxb5o/s400/story1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441477633008992290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;信仰&lt;br /&gt;跟我&lt;br /&gt;一点关系也没有.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的吗?&lt;br /&gt;信仰是什么?&lt;br /&gt;只是一种被人类&lt;br /&gt;想象出来的超自然力量吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耶稣只不过是我们想象出来的角色吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么... 信仰是什么?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QDavm6ecI/AAAAAAAAEgI/fWuw1USMoXE/s1600-h/story2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QDavm6ecI/AAAAAAAAEgI/fWuw1USMoXE/s400/story2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441478007761566146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个只想战胜爱的女生&lt;br /&gt;一个明知故犯的教会领袖&lt;br /&gt;一对充满热情和色情的情侣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但.... 如果被耶稣的爱取代了&lt;br /&gt;结局会是如何?&lt;br /&gt;真爱真的存在吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QD7PV7W-I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/r0qL8t_XlrQ/s1600-h/story3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QD7PV7W-I/AAAAAAAAEgQ/r0qL8t_XlrQ/s400/story3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441478566036069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;妈... 如果有神的话,&lt;br /&gt;为什么见死不救?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的妈妈年纪不是很大&lt;br /&gt;但却患上了癌症.&lt;br /&gt;我从小就没有爸爸&lt;br /&gt;为什么要这么快把我妈带走?&lt;br /&gt;你是什么神?!&lt;br /&gt;到底有没有神?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and watch our first independent play on Good Friday. See you there!&lt;br /&gt; Date: April 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: En Community&lt;br /&gt;4 Changi South Lane&lt;br /&gt;#02-02&lt;br /&gt;Nan Wah Building&lt;br /&gt;Singapore 486127&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 67886625 (Hui Hui or Shylock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admission is FREE! The price was paid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-4508661726294661131?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4508661726294661131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-and-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4508661726294661131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4508661726294661131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-and-watch.html' title='Come and Watch'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S4QDE7i8ACI/AAAAAAAAEgA/EtwAhFUxb5o/s72-c/story1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7135998087632767983</id><published>2010-02-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:08:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is such a tough word to learn yet at this point of time, it is all I can do. &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/1493029103598100913-7135998087632767983?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7135998087632767983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7135998087632767983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7135998087632767983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2705762151985112834</id><published>2010-02-17T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:49:45.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trust in His victory</title><content type='html'>In Christ alone, I place my trust&lt;br /&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, my ktv partner. I hear the mic calling us already, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2705762151985112834?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2705762151985112834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-trust-in-his-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2705762151985112834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2705762151985112834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-trust-in-his-victory.html' title='I trust in His victory'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8853517464572760762</id><published>2010-01-31T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:15:44.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the heart work, isn't it? :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday I witnessed how a cell group "ganged" up to hold a birthday surprise for their cell leader, who is a good friend of mine by the way. hahah. Looking at the group of people, I know they are artistic, creative etc etc. But does having those attributes mean that the cell group will surely organise such a party for the leader? Not necessarily so, isn't it? They could have chosen to just stick to the old-fashion "lets go out for dinner though we are so super creative" way of celebrating. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When I saw the effort they put in, the excitement, the trying to get irrelevant ppl like me into the picture to surprise her, I was touched by not their gesture but by the knowledge of the impact she must have made in their lives, even though she wasn't in leadership for too long. I envy her, not for the loyalty of cell members..but for her heart of servanthood. I want this kinda heart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time I made such an impact? When was the last time you made such an impact? For that matter, have I ever? It's hard to tell. hahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever it is, Long Live the Queen! Blessed Birthday! :) May HIS impact on your life overflow to your princesses! :)&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/1493029103598100913-8853517464572760762?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8853517464572760762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-heart-work-isnt-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8853517464572760762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8853517464572760762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/worth-heart-work-isnt-it.html' title='Worth the heart work, isn&apos;t it? :)'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4009436303435143362</id><published>2010-01-25T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:32:33.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruitful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;This morning, I woke up and went with Jen to Orchard to change her spoilt watch we we just bought yesterday. Then we went with ah-gu to eat fish-soup...and then I went to shop at Mustafa and city square alone...round and round...and then i went to find Edna at Kevin's workplace...and found out she already quit her job...cool...talked to her a while..took her reader's digest from her...it was nice catching up with her.:) Then I went to farrer park mrt and found the place so familiar...i thought Yellow stayed there. SO I called her and visited her and little Lizzie. Turned out Sophia was there too! It was so great! Once again, nice to catch up and just slack..and drinking coffee with Yellow brings back fond memories..hahha...Sophia was perpectually sleepy..muahaha...Lizzie is so cute.:)Then I went to meet Allison...to shop..I bought a bag...and we went to eat before AQ joined us...and we went for dessert at Mac before going home...so it was a real fruitful day to me because its been a while since I really spent time with any of those I went out with today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for friends He places in our lives. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-4009436303435143362?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4009436303435143362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitful-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4009436303435143362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4009436303435143362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/fruitful-day.html' title='Fruitful Day!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3530920549429000399</id><published>2010-01-22T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:44:13.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New BlogSkin!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S1qTHqG_OrI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sggBASGFnc0/s1600-h/SNC00086.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/__ilcNjZIRyo/S1qTHqG_OrI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sggBASGFnc0/s400/SNC00086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429814060520520370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No..dun not be mistaken..this was not taken at Vietnam...it was taken right in themiddle of my house kitchen. I was so amused by the scene I requested to take a picture before sitting down together with my sister=-in-law and her sisters for a meal...hahahhaa...it was great fun though!:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They caught the fishes by themselves! The night before there were prawns which they caught by themselves too! amazing...hahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, as you would have noticed by now, I HAVE A NEW BLOGSKIN! All thanks to my nice student, Emily. hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Emily for staying up so late in order to complete my blogskin for me! I am amazed because I dunno how to do this...hahahhaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures on the blog were all taken by me and it feels great to be able to share them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3530920549429000399?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3530920549429000399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3530920549429000399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3530920549429000399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-blogskin.html' title='My New BlogSkin!!!!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/S1qTHqG_OrI/AAAAAAAAEf4/sggBASGFnc0/s72-c/SNC00086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7529967218747272133</id><published>2010-01-22T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:57:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense of Achievement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some derive a sense of achievement from having a well-paid job...some a job of high status....some get it from a happy family...others from  getting a good partner....perhaps also from having their first grandchild......or running a 24km marathon....or scoring in the exams...or completing a project on time....or managing to persuade parents to get the newest PSP Go! for them.... or seeing lots of money in the bank...making money in their investments....holiday to Japan.....making their first million....getting their condominium.....finding the best sale item in singapore.....giving the best education for your children....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives you a sense of achievement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my view...I see what achievement means to the people i come into contact with.....it means having a complete family....it means having a bed to sleep on, one they can call their own even if its donated....a tv to watch even if some pixels are spoilt......a job so that they can feed their children.....children who will visit them regularly and not only when they need help......parents who will spend time with her......money so that she can go into polytechnic......food on the table......no more loansharks......a pass in their grades, just a pass because they tried so hard but could never reach there....the ability to lift up a cup on their own.....a child who will understand......a new coat of paint for their one-room flat after like 20 years.....a roof over their head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives you your sense of achievement? Think again, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-7529967218747272133?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7529967218747272133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/sense-of-achievement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7529967218747272133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7529967218747272133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/sense-of-achievement.html' title='A Sense of Achievement'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4648640791194670735</id><published>2010-01-19T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:47:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"If a relationship cannot contain honesty, the relationship cannot be contained."&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/1493029103598100913-4648640791194670735?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4648640791194670735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/honesty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4648640791194670735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4648640791194670735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2010/01/honesty.html' title='Honesty'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-5092091226047675304</id><published>2009-12-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:49:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I can love God more&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can love myself less&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understand what is humility&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am humble&lt;br /&gt;I wish I know who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can show who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wish God can tell me who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have someone who really understands me&lt;br /&gt;I wish people won't judge me&lt;br /&gt;I wish the world is fair&lt;br /&gt;I wish there is no need for social services&lt;br /&gt;I wish I understand the true meaning of unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have unconditional love&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can be who I am and be loved&lt;br /&gt;I wish other than being a listening ear, I can have one too.&lt;br /&gt;God, I wish You are still walking on earth....then You will be my perfect friend.&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-5092091226047675304?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/5092091226047675304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5092091226047675304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/5092091226047675304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2775949194540863968</id><published>2009-12-04T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:06:37.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed by the little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to one of my student's blog just now and saw her new blog skin. It said "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;It takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple sentence yet a deep revelation. I am impressed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2775949194540863968?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2775949194540863968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazed-by-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2775949194540863968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2775949194540863968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazed-by-little-things.html' title='Amazed by the little things'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6594266316142667023</id><published>2009-11-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:07:33.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Child : "God, is it worth it to surrender my life to you? To die to myself cuz its really tough and painful.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God : "Well, I gave you mine first didn't I? I didn't consider so much then. So was it worth it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Child: (pauses) "I want it to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianlyricsonline.com/artists/phillips-craig-and-dean/index.html"&gt;Phillips,                      Craig And Dean&lt;/a&gt; \ When God Ran&lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almighty God, the                      great I am&lt;br /&gt;                  Immovable rock, omnipotent, powerful, awesome Lord&lt;br /&gt;                  Victorious warrior, commanding King of Kings&lt;br /&gt;                  Mighty conqueror, and the only time&lt;br /&gt;                  the only time I ever saw Him run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;                  Was when He ran to me, He took me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;                  Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come                      home again”&lt;br /&gt;                  Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                  With forgiveness in His voice He said,&lt;br /&gt;                  “Son do you know I still love you?”&lt;br /&gt;                  He caught me by surprise when God ran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day I left                      home I knew I’d broken His heart&lt;br /&gt;                  And I wondered then if things could ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;                  Then one night I remembered His love for me&lt;br /&gt;                  And down that dusty road ahead I could see&lt;br /&gt;                  It was the only time – it was the only time I ever saw                      Him run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then He ran                      to me, He took me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;                  Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come                      home again”&lt;br /&gt;                  Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                  With forgiveness in His voice He said,&lt;br /&gt;                  “Son do you know I still love you?”&lt;br /&gt;                  He caught me by surprise as He brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;                  When God ran – I saw Him run to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;                  I was so ashamed, all alone and so far away&lt;br /&gt;                  But now I know He’s been waiting for this day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw Him run to                      me, He took me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;                  Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come                      home again”&lt;br /&gt;                  Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                  With forgiveness in His voice I felt His love for me again                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He ran to me, He                      took me in His arms&lt;br /&gt;                  Held my head to His chest, said “My son’s come                      home again”&lt;br /&gt;                  Lifted my face, wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                  With forgiveness in His voice He said, “Son”,                      He called me Son&lt;br /&gt;                  He said, “Son do you know I still love you?”&lt;br /&gt;                  He ran to me and then I ran to Him&lt;br /&gt;                  When God ran&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/1493029103598100913-6594266316142667023?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6594266316142667023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversation-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6594266316142667023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6594266316142667023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversation-with-god.html' title='Conversation with God'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6475874841907166278</id><published>2009-11-15T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:08:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent events of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sv_6WUfForI/AAAAAAAAEfI/hhiESPYcz0Q/s1600-h/brazen+altar+and+animals+T.H..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sv_6WUfForI/AAAAAAAAEfI/hhiESPYcz0Q/s320/brazen+altar+and+animals+T.H..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404313339231052466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah....bah....bah...bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!...bah....bah?....bah?????.....bah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....bah....&lt;br /&gt;bah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....bah......bah?????......BAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now read in between the lines. If you don't understand, pls don't bother asking. muahahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6475874841907166278?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6475874841907166278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent-events-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6475874841907166278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6475874841907166278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent-events-of-my-life.html' title='Recent events of my life'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sv_6WUfForI/AAAAAAAAEfI/hhiESPYcz0Q/s72-c/brazen+altar+and+animals+T.H..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6973957185272825609</id><published>2009-11-04T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T06:41:26.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without battery</title><content type='html'>Am intending to send my phone for final repair and update therefore wanted to charge my k800i so that I can use it as a spare phone. However, I found that the battery was low and died too fast. Tried a few other batteries but all failed me. I love my k800i. It's still my favourite phone up until now. It looks nice and simple enough. Easy to sms. Great camera. Yet, without good battery life, it is practically useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my k800i set me thinking. Aren't we the same? No matter how pretty on the outside, how capable we are, how talented, how smart, how witty, how well we dress, how charismatic, how well-mannered etc, all these are no use if our life is not charged up properly to God. When we miss out on the Giver of our life, we are practically useless in the kingdom of God, no matter how great we think or the world thinks we are. Like a child who does not acknowlege the presense of his parents is a life that does not acknowledge the Giver of his existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6973957185272825609?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6973957185272825609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-without-battery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6973957185272825609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6973957185272825609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-without-battery.html' title='Life without battery'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3728700942427346989</id><published>2009-10-31T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:25:18.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come what may</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SuxWf0QfwfI/AAAAAAAAEfA/9H5fobKPrys/s1600-h/Jesus+dancing+with+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SuxWf0QfwfI/AAAAAAAAEfA/9H5fobKPrys/s320/Jesus+dancing+with+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398785157914149362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may, come what may&lt;br /&gt;I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Until my dying days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song from Moulin Rouge. Secular song but unimportant. Nice few sentences that kept ringing in my head this morning as I feel God challenge my life all over again. Sentences that represents my reply to His challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3728700942427346989?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3728700942427346989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-what-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3728700942427346989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3728700942427346989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-what-may.html' title='Come what may'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SuxWf0QfwfI/AAAAAAAAEfA/9H5fobKPrys/s72-c/Jesus+dancing+with+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2640537395014463270</id><published>2009-10-30T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:43:52.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finished</title><content type='html'>Off the Merry-Go-Round. Yup. I am not getting back up. Had a giddy ride. Blurred Vision. I want to see clearly so cannot afford to stay on there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2640537395014463270?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2640537395014463270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-finished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2640537395014463270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2640537395014463270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3095483109013290203</id><published>2009-10-11T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:40:30.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/StNb6MRXtYI/AAAAAAAAEe4/cNQkLONQ5R0/s1600-h/playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/StNb6MRXtYI/AAAAAAAAEe4/cNQkLONQ5R0/s320/playground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391754234177238402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks fun? I tell you the truth. It is not fun at all, circles after circles. I want to get off this Merry-Go-Round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3095483109013290203?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3095483109013290203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3095483109013290203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3095483109013290203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/round-and-round.html' title='Round and round'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/StNb6MRXtYI/AAAAAAAAEe4/cNQkLONQ5R0/s72-c/playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4350545758793575781</id><published>2009-10-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:44:52.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SswOqtkuIYI/AAAAAAAAEew/xqO4GnJuU6M/s1600-h/double-rainbow-reid-747030-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SswOqtkuIYI/AAAAAAAAEew/xqO4GnJuU6M/s320/double-rainbow-reid-747030-ga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389698981006549378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a happy day. Things are gonna get better. Living each day by the promises in God's Word"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a Sunday school song taught to me by a friend many years ago. It is a great reminder everyday of God's promise for my today, everyday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-4350545758793575781?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4350545758793575781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/amen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4350545758793575781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4350545758793575781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/amen.html' title='Amen'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SswOqtkuIYI/AAAAAAAAEew/xqO4GnJuU6M/s72-c/double-rainbow-reid-747030-ga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-1957996774877608092</id><published>2009-10-05T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:29:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are here to see what new song I have written, you must be greatly disappointed. :p I wish I have one but I don't. At least not yet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I had a great time with the Low sisters in church. We spent time playing the guitar and just singing in whatever ways we know individually, not bothering about one another yet all in the same Spirit. We sang our own new songs, the way we know how. :) It was an amazing time. God was there, I know cuz I felt so peaceful, so relaxed, so calm. That's something I haven't felt for a long time. So that's how it feels to be in His presense. Almost forgot the feeling and here it is again. I miss this feeling of quiet joy. The feeling of "I-can't-help-but-to-smile" feeling. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, I'm hungry. Bring me out of stagnancy. I want MORE.And these 6 days will be the best time yet. :)&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/1493029103598100913-1957996774877608092?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/1957996774877608092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/1957996774877608092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/1957996774877608092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-song.html' title='A new Song'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7991682873062951225</id><published>2009-10-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:44:03.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days left and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am counting down to 11th of October 2009. Why? Dun ask. It will be a day of breakthrough. I pray it will be. Meanwhile, I'm really struggling through. This time round it seems much tougher than the previous round. God, I need You to be with me....seriously...without You I will surely die...this is so tough...physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally. I feel so drained, so helpless, so weak. Some things I am trying but failing..its all like an endless cycle. Songmei, you must fight the best fight ever! Jia 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/1493029103598100913-7991682873062951225?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7991682873062951225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7991682873062951225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7991682873062951225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/10/10-days-and-counting.html' title='10 Days left and Counting'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3809484270475868195</id><published>2009-09-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:35:54.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haqqy Brithbay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru7vIJJ7VI/AAAAAAAAEeo/5i6WXfTBHc4/s1600-h/Udders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru7vIJJ7VI/AAAAAAAAEeo/5i6WXfTBHc4/s320/Udders.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385104197765688658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jazz, Geo, me and Qinxin at Udders! :) Had Mao Shan Durian and Chocolate Whisky Ice-cream...and diahorrea in the morning..hahhahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6fODUSVI/AAAAAAAAEeg/D9wuFfna3NQ/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6fODUSVI/AAAAAAAAEeg/D9wuFfna3NQ/s320/Birthday+2009+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102824962279762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes me look fat buti dun care....Adriel gave me a card holder....guess whatshe gave me last year? A card holder. ahahahhahahahaha....she dun remember!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6eswIrwI/AAAAAAAAEeY/cridSEVY7Ak/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6eswIrwI/AAAAAAAAEeY/cridSEVY7Ak/s320/Birthday+2009+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102816023457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my most favourite presents of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6dyPwZ4I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/6lISzp8jkvs/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6dyPwZ4I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/6lISzp8jkvs/s320/Birthday+2009+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102800318392194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bailey's cheesecake at Say cheez! :) Nice! Tummyache after that though..muahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6dbW-ISI/AAAAAAAAEeI/Xqv-zQLRbos/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6dbW-ISI/AAAAAAAAEeI/Xqv-zQLRbos/s320/Birthday+2009+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102794174636322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kim Gary with Adriel....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6c_CyHYI/AAAAAAAAEeA/GuHE8Kf1m_M/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru6c_CyHYI/AAAAAAAAEeA/GuHE8Kf1m_M/s320/Birthday+2009+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385102786573770114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sophia, the artist behind this piece of art on the white board..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3lzN-O1I/AAAAAAAAEd4/bgP8lnQkCxg/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3lzN-O1I/AAAAAAAAEd4/bgP8lnQkCxg/s320/Birthday+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099639483415378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weird QH...dunno what she is doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3lVIbvkI/AAAAAAAAEdw/fA0Cg690XUo/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3lVIbvkI/AAAAAAAAEdw/fA0Cg690XUo/s320/Birthday+2009+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099631407119938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the flour on the floor...and these girls brushing off the flour from their hair...imagine what I went through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3k0RNtdI/AAAAAAAAEdo/ukTaUxEEB4A/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3k0RNtdI/AAAAAAAAEdo/ukTaUxEEB4A/s320/Birthday+2009+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099622585578962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was supposed to be sweeping the flour....now it became a weapon....violent ah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3kfN4XxI/AAAAAAAAEdg/QUol6g81NRU/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3kfN4XxI/AAAAAAAAEdg/QUol6g81NRU/s320/Birthday+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099616934453010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic taken by QH who dun understand what is auto mode..hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3jqANORI/AAAAAAAAEdY/SBiz5LxnxE0/s1600-h/Birthday+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru3jqANORI/AAAAAAAAEdY/SBiz5LxnxE0/s320/Birthday+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385099602650020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;if u think affandi's face look white...its true. Its the flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru0Mt0UKyI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/SQ4GNnS9WT8/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru0Mt0UKyI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/SQ4GNnS9WT8/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385095910002010914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stars and hearts by QH and Emily...and white board greetings by Sophia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru0MSm5XTI/AAAAAAAAEdI/tr1MHo3n5rk/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru0MSm5XTI/AAAAAAAAEdI/tr1MHo3n5rk/s320/blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385095902697970994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Card by Emily and birthday wishes by my dear dear Steppers! :) Awww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like Secondary School days. haha. I remember in Sec one my friends threw vidal sassoon at me on my birthday because i hated the smell. Today was flour. but it was fun nonetheless. hahhaha. Just as I was feeling demoralised over my work cuz I really dunno whether it's all worth it, these people made me feel that they are worth every ounce of my effort. hahha. Especially to Emily and Qianhui, thank you. You guys dunno how much I appreciate what you all did but I really do. :) Not because of the flour since you were not the ones who planned the sabo but for the card, gathering of STEPUP to sign it, for the hearts and stars....:) I love EVGS StepUp. You guys simply rock! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3809484270475868195?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3809484270475868195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/09/haqqy-brithbay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3809484270475868195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3809484270475868195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/09/haqqy-brithbay.html' title='Haqqy Brithbay'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sru7vIJJ7VI/AAAAAAAAEeo/5i6WXfTBHc4/s72-c/Udders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6691220423613867888</id><published>2009-09-07T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:41:27.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let history be history</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SqVTOCIjMdI/AAAAAAAAEcY/XgwE1TM55Y0/s1600-h/natural-charcoal-bbq-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SqVTOCIjMdI/AAAAAAAAEcY/XgwE1TM55Y0/s320/natural-charcoal-bbq-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378796830519931346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing some news and feel like I should do something but I think I'm getting my hands on too many things and people. Around 5 years ago, I faced the burnt-out and caught in between issue and I left the industry. I am determined not to let history repeat itself. I must set my priorities right. I must and I will. &lt;/span&gt;Burning coals have their lifespan. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must keep adding coals before the fire burns out. I need my coals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6691220423613867888?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6691220423613867888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-history-be-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6691220423613867888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6691220423613867888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-history-be-history.html' title='Let history be history'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SqVTOCIjMdI/AAAAAAAAEcY/XgwE1TM55Y0/s72-c/natural-charcoal-bbq-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-3184205768215055292</id><published>2009-08-30T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:57:54.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sps8GE18_bI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/IWcoU62R2gg/s1600-h/BabyInJesusArms-SleepingPMS-J1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sps8GE18_bI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/IWcoU62R2gg/s320/BabyInJesusArms-SleepingPMS-J1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375956655273737650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sps4dH3MqSI/AAAAAAAAEcA/3j4INfG8g_8/s1600-h/potter-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sps4dH3MqSI/AAAAAAAAEcA/3j4INfG8g_8/s320/potter-black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952653174745378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my God amazing? Its been a long time since I have felt so loved and accepted. Thank You, Lord. :) Been a long time since I hear this song. I remember whenever i heard this song last time, it will always bring tears to my eyes. If any of you hear it, please let me know.....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into Your Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Savior&lt;br /&gt;How I long to know You&lt;br /&gt;More and more each day&lt;br /&gt;Each moment&lt;br /&gt;Drawing closer to You&lt;br /&gt;To know Your ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord You are the Potter and I am the clay&lt;br /&gt;Lord I hear You calling and I will obey&lt;br /&gt;Your Word is living waters to my thirsty soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Lord I lay my desires, all that I am&lt;br /&gt;Jesus take me&lt;br /&gt;Lord remake me&lt;br /&gt;I will live for the glory of Your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-3184205768215055292?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/3184205768215055292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-awe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3184205768215055292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/3184205768215055292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-awe.html' title='In awe'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sps8GE18_bI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/IWcoU62R2gg/s72-c/BabyInJesusArms-SleepingPMS-J1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-4905376696366056868</id><published>2009-08-27T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:24:28.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.S.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to overcome. I cannot be irritated and intimidated by high Cs and Ds all my life. I break this curse in the name of Jesus! God, help me rise up and stand for what I feel pleases You and no one else.&lt;/span&gt; Help me because You know I can't. Nudge me because You know I won't. Strengthen me because You know I need. No one else will do, Lord. All who i am needs You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the source of life&lt;br /&gt;And I can't be left behind&lt;br /&gt;No one else will do&lt;br /&gt;I stand in awe of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I need You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;to come to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;Where else can I go&lt;br /&gt;There's no other name&lt;br /&gt;by which I am saved&lt;br /&gt;Captured in this grace&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world has nothing for me&lt;br /&gt;I will follow You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-4905376696366056868?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/4905376696366056868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/disc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4905376696366056868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/4905376696366056868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/disc.html' title='D.I.S.C'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-7423205357563797309</id><published>2009-08-21T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:17:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我毕业了！</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7ee-lK31I/AAAAAAAAEb4/f5MwCaECLzA/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7ee-lK31I/AAAAAAAAEb4/f5MwCaECLzA/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476029275922258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the graduation started...we already started to take pictures..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7eeM4I9VI/AAAAAAAAEbw/0HQlLn6tcaQ/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7eeM4I9VI/AAAAAAAAEbw/0HQlLn6tcaQ/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476015933715794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and Dil. :) They came to support too. This was taken during dinner at Cartel. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7ed3D1GdI/AAAAAAAAEbo/1Zh2iWv0rzs/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7ed3D1GdI/AAAAAAAAEbo/1Zh2iWv0rzs/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476010077166034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daryl Tan just kept on shooting and shooting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7eddz6koI/AAAAAAAAEbg/zetmzfuxMTs/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7eddz6koI/AAAAAAAAEbg/zetmzfuxMTs/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476003299529346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herngy and I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7Xcv13oGI/AAAAAAAAEbY/mFGuzmIrBCA/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7Xcv13oGI/AAAAAAAAEbY/mFGuzmIrBCA/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468294378299490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XcNe9-EI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/SnDbTuaPals/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XcNe9-EI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/SnDbTuaPals/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468285155440706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faithful supporters...Kevin say they screamed real loud...but I couldn't hear on stage though...muahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XbgI-rCI/AAAAAAAAEbI/-McAh8ulfV0/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XbgI-rCI/AAAAAAAAEbI/-McAh8ulfV0/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468272983616546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XbAQ-V8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/v-fmEZZMIWo/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XbAQ-V8I/AAAAAAAAEbA/v-fmEZZMIWo/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468264427214786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XafhabbI/AAAAAAAAEa4/N13cppzKMjE/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7XafhabbI/AAAAAAAAEa4/N13cppzKMjE/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372468255637794226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerald Hoster and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UniiM4PI/AAAAAAAAEaw/HVg6HUS59zY/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UniiM4PI/AAAAAAAAEaw/HVg6HUS59zY/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465181249822962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite SOT girl, Shi Ying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UnOZFVxI/AAAAAAAAEao/1qAhMhAvNfg/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UnOZFVxI/AAAAAAAAEao/1qAhMhAvNfg/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465175842871058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling2 and the husband who came to support! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UmqOs7EI/AAAAAAAAEag/EkioW0_SZTI/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UmqOs7EI/AAAAAAAAEag/EkioW0_SZTI/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465166135651394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UmHXsulI/AAAAAAAAEaY/O55MhToZl2o/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UmHXsulI/AAAAAAAAEaY/O55MhToZl2o/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465156778146386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Kevin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UlceJkPI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/q64wlqP2vTI/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7UlceJkPI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/q64wlqP2vTI/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372465145262477554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilda came with Uncle Kevin!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N7HgCgMI/AAAAAAAAEaI/NPeCLJXGeO0/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N7HgCgMI/AAAAAAAAEaI/NPeCLJXGeO0/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457821008986306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Amy, one of the staff from Riverlife. :) Graduating as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N6sTyj3I/AAAAAAAAEaA/Nn223TMy0kQ/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N6sTyj3I/AAAAAAAAEaA/Nn223TMy0kQ/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457813709852530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its my day of graduation so the support graduates Nic and Rhoda are pointing at me..at least that's their logic..muahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N6GKpfmI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/jFDSNJm5qhQ/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N6GKpfmI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/jFDSNJm5qhQ/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457803470962274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Verene!!! Nice little girl from BBTC. :P Though she does not look little at all. hahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N5X1-uXI/AAAAAAAAEZw/1da_Ak5AJro/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N5X1-uXI/AAAAAAAAEZw/1da_Ak5AJro/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457791036242290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Daisy behind and Chun, the great dancer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N41KzQfI/AAAAAAAAEZo/9SICBDRYNwQ/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7N41KzQfI/AAAAAAAAEZo/9SICBDRYNwQ/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372457781728330226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't even know she was doing that...muahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KHdGaenI/AAAAAAAAEZg/iAa5g4bXDjs/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KHdGaenI/AAAAAAAAEZg/iAa5g4bXDjs/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453634919004786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhoda and I. Sweet.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KGoJHVcI/AAAAAAAAEZY/mq1WCm4zTAU/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KGoJHVcI/AAAAAAAAEZY/mq1WCm4zTAU/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453620703253954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adi, who was supposed to teach me singing!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KF57NUYI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/EiyQUIcig-0/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KF57NUYI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/EiyQUIcig-0/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453608296894850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A decent pic of Rhoda, Nic and I. I wonder where is Shiying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KFd6t63I/AAAAAAAAEZI/bbRdFLmQ8SU/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KFd6t63I/AAAAAAAAEZI/bbRdFLmQ8SU/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453600778644338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of us with Mr Jianhao. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KExa-CrI/AAAAAAAAEZA/dgcIfoN0KII/s1600-h/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7KExa-CrI/AAAAAAAAEZA/dgcIfoN0KII/s320/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453588834323122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephanie and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5.5 months of lectures, assignments, book readings, bible readings, mock cell group, preaching, mission trip, sermon preparations, morning prayer meetings, overnight prayer meetings, numerous sermon preparations, great fellowship and awesome worship sessions, SOT is finally over. It felt torturous but feels great if you know what I mean. :) No words can describe the experience there but I truly look back and treasure every moment of it. :) I MISS SOT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than those whom I took pictures with, I want to thank Huiping, Palance, Serene and BF, Qiqin, Shuilin and some others from EC who came for our graduation! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will get another chance to graduate again??? :p Til then, Auvoir! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-7423205357563797309?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/7423205357563797309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7423205357563797309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/7423205357563797309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='我毕业了！'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/So7ee-lK31I/AAAAAAAAEb4/f5MwCaECLzA/s72-c/SOT,+sun%27s+bday,+china+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-888424746810636205</id><published>2009-08-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:14:42.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the day when I wanted a surprise for Junior on her birthday, I got a surprise of my own. While eating with her halfway I started running to toilet to poo and puke. It was horrible. In the end, I felt as if I ruined her birthday. Cuz supposed to go somewhere else after dinner but ended up i took a cab home, accompanied by my dear Cheryl. Muahahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next day, doc discovered it was food poisoning. The source? My student's egg sandwich. muahahha. Of cuz i don't blame her. Just my weak stomach. :( Then again, next day got soup made by Junior. So thats not bad. hahhaha. She say cannot post thepics..so oh well, ok lor. But thank you Junior for a hmmm....home-cooked soup? I still think the pork tasted great! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got loads of pictures to upload actually but I'm rather lazy to do so..so shall do it later..hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-888424746810636205?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/888424746810636205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-poisoning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/888424746810636205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/888424746810636205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-9053988549501622711</id><published>2009-08-11T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:53:52.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Chee-Na!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgvjF-lsI/AAAAAAAAEY0/-uyFmPKot1w/s1600-h/IMG_5869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgvjF-lsI/AAAAAAAAEY0/-uyFmPKot1w/s320/IMG_5869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748969536952002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was super-cold!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgvZDWKsI/AAAAAAAAEYs/6nWR_0YtRkc/s1600-h/IMG_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgvZDWKsI/AAAAAAAAEYs/6nWR_0YtRkc/s320/IMG_5501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748966841559746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Indian girl is Amanda..I keep calling her Joanne...especially when we were playing basketball...of cuz she totally ignored me as she didn;t know I was talking to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgu6AZ3CI/AAAAAAAAEYk/V-Igluy8t1o/s1600-h/IMG_5172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgu6AZ3CI/AAAAAAAAEYk/V-Igluy8t1o/s320/IMG_5172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748958507719714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast for the first day at the village..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGguX2U33I/AAAAAAAAEYc/NFBMuy6KtiM/s1600-h/IMG_4994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGguX2U33I/AAAAAAAAEYc/NFBMuy6KtiM/s320/IMG_4994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748949338644338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toilet at one of the stops.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgt2rXYLI/AAAAAAAAEYU/WGUrNdaxRG4/s1600-h/IMG_5924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgt2rXYLI/AAAAAAAAEYU/WGUrNdaxRG4/s320/IMG_5924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368748940434301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this when we went to see the sunrise..at least we attempted to see....til we realised all there is was mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDRe58NgI/AAAAAAAAEYM/o1EiXoh0RIk/s1600-h/IMG_4893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDRe58NgI/AAAAAAAAEYM/o1EiXoh0RIk/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716567179441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was my first day in Kunming..of cuz, that's Hui Hui and not me..muahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQ5Je78I/AAAAAAAAEYE/VTaGgbHFiTk/s1600-h/IMG_4939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQ5Je78I/AAAAAAAAEYE/VTaGgbHFiTk/s320/IMG_4939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716557044084674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the road, I saw this and was pretty amused so just took a picture..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQZxCUeI/AAAAAAAAEX8/1FGllSDKltw/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQZxCUeI/AAAAAAAAEX8/1FGllSDKltw/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716548620046818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindy, one of the girls who went on the trip. However, she left on the day I reach. muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQKbJbRI/AAAAAAAAEX0/-OFTEpKoYnE/s1600-h/IMG_4912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDQKbJbRI/AAAAAAAAEX0/-OFTEpKoYnE/s320/IMG_4912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716544501706002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giant sized doll....cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDPl4NNVI/AAAAAAAAEXs/mPHxcgcMFFA/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGDPl4NNVI/AAAAAAAAEXs/mPHxcgcMFFA/s320/IMG_4890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368716534691476818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear friends who came to see me off...with Aiqing holding the camera..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright..all these are just some random pics..will update more but I really do need to go and sleep now...Nitez everyone..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-9053988549501622711?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/9053988549501622711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/land-of-chee-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9053988549501622711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/9053988549501622711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/land-of-chee-na.html' title='The Land of Chee-Na!!!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SoGgvjF-lsI/AAAAAAAAEY0/-uyFmPKot1w/s72-c/IMG_5869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-1463738182318821818</id><published>2009-08-10T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:13:18.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am back from the land of chee-na!!! Lots of things to say but have no time now as preparing for my test for tml...so i shall update again after tml!!! All in all, it was a really great trip minus the gross toilet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-1463738182318821818?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/1463738182318821818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/1463738182318821818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/1463738182318821818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-222370563517990169</id><published>2009-07-31T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:32:56.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1hpHMHlI/AAAAAAAAEXg/nP5vdUyxbUI/s1600-h/SNC00532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1hpHMHlI/AAAAAAAAEXg/nP5vdUyxbUI/s320/SNC00532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831170704711250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Wenyan helping us to cut up our food at Billy Bombers.... after a day of seemingly endless shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1hMhyaJI/AAAAAAAAEXY/W9v-Dw_Ryrc/s1600-h/SNC00534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1hMhyaJI/AAAAAAAAEXY/W9v-Dw_Ryrc/s320/SNC00534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831163031644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmyn enjoying her nachos cheese.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1gt1dSEI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/u14ljZxQH6c/s1600-h/SNC00544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1gt1dSEI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/u14ljZxQH6c/s320/SNC00544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831154792646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't see it here but Serene enjoying her ice-kachang....powering up for her badminton competition later on....nice....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1gSQpD8I/AAAAAAAAEXI/p05vGYwf-1A/s1600-h/SNC00552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1gSQpD8I/AAAAAAAAEXI/p05vGYwf-1A/s320/SNC00552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831147390472130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My long long time unmet friend! I really missed her and I know the feeling is mutual!!! hahahha....This was taken in the toilet after F.O.P 2009. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1f1QG5zI/AAAAAAAAEXA/pX-D-URPs0g/s1600-h/SNC00554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1f1QG5zI/AAAAAAAAEXA/pX-D-URPs0g/s320/SNC00554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364831139603605298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again real soon Herngy! I can't wait.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how we can hate the best-tasting food because of the worst company we have, its also true that we can enjoy the worst-tasting food just because we are in the best of company. I thank God that I can enjoy both, great friends and great food. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-222370563517990169?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/222370563517990169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/food-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/222370563517990169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/222370563517990169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/food-friends.html' title='Food Friends'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SnO1hpHMHlI/AAAAAAAAEXg/nP5vdUyxbUI/s72-c/SNC00532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-177776513171000921</id><published>2009-07-29T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:42:01.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the toughest 10 days of my life. Battle of thoughts, emotions and physical tiredness. All these were overcame..at least the physical part..by the grace of God. I really thank God for bringing me through because this time round, almost every day was a huge struggle for me. If you don't know what I am talking about, you don;t have to ask. hahhahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-177776513171000921?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/177776513171000921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/177776513171000921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/177776513171000921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-days.html' title='10 days'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-2657324808827577116</id><published>2009-07-25T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:35:39.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP Preview 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB8GMurGI/AAAAAAAAEW4/7yWquiOgNI8/s1600-h/IMG_7924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB8GMurGI/AAAAAAAAEW4/7yWquiOgNI8/s320/IMG_7924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362452282026667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB7xQMZ7I/AAAAAAAAEWw/mjoWI5RP8lc/s1600-h/IMG_7947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB7xQMZ7I/AAAAAAAAEWw/mjoWI5RP8lc/s320/IMG_7947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362452276404053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB7e2eBBI/AAAAAAAAEWo/o4mNzcDmxQ4/s1600-h/IMG_7929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB7e2eBBI/AAAAAAAAEWo/o4mNzcDmxQ4/s320/IMG_7929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362452271464317970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8sE7IvdI/AAAAAAAAEWg/ZgPDOOjJYzU/s1600-h/IMG_7932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8sE7IvdI/AAAAAAAAEWg/ZgPDOOjJYzU/s320/IMG_7932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362446509248396754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8rSaJ3eI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/jJ8_o2eGtcc/s1600-h/IMG_7934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8rSaJ3eI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/jJ8_o2eGtcc/s320/IMG_7934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362446495688285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8rJC2VlI/AAAAAAAAEWI/m-Na7Wj9CEU/s1600-h/IMG_7943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8rJC2VlI/AAAAAAAAEWI/m-Na7Wj9CEU/s320/IMG_7943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362446493174617682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8qoPn71I/AAAAAAAAEWA/nh0BQ-ZHsjI/s1600-h/IMG_7945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/Sms8qoPn71I/AAAAAAAAEWA/nh0BQ-ZHsjI/s320/IMG_7945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362446484369829714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyrhmzKTI/AAAAAAAAEVw/jczWZIQxW98/s1600-h/IMG_7889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyrhmzKTI/AAAAAAAAEVw/jczWZIQxW98/s320/IMG_7889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435504651577650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyrWKyhZI/AAAAAAAAEVo/JX6TqabKS2w/s1600-h/IMG_7886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyrWKyhZI/AAAAAAAAEVo/JX6TqabKS2w/s320/IMG_7886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435501581305234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyqxuwrNI/AAAAAAAAEVg/lBjh2HnwxEc/s1600-h/IMG_7881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyqxuwrNI/AAAAAAAAEVg/lBjh2HnwxEc/s320/IMG_7881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435491800067282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyqXsFEWI/AAAAAAAAEVY/qTNeN844Q4Q/s1600-h/IMG_7861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmsyqXsFEWI/AAAAAAAAEVY/qTNeN844Q4Q/s320/IMG_7861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362435484809498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite boy, Xavier!!!! :) Today Leena suddenly asked me to go to the NDP preview with her cuz she suddenly realised she has extra ticket. muahahha! The fireworks was awesome and I managed to take pic of my favourite boy! Cool! Thoroughly enjoyed that short 2 hours! muahahahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-2657324808827577116?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/2657324808827577116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2657324808827577116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/2657324808827577116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='NDP Preview 2009'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmtB8GMurGI/AAAAAAAAEW4/7yWquiOgNI8/s72-c/IMG_7924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-6221088092276958057</id><published>2009-07-22T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:54:05.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New Friends, great ones nonetheless.:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmcLqI9jKfI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/1Mtph6O-7Jo/s1600-h/IMG_7713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmcLqI9jKfI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/1Mtph6O-7Jo/s320/IMG_7713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361266699995916786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile! you're on Smei's camera! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbNkfnpd6I/AAAAAAAAEVI/31-U1-lHlEo/s1600-h/IMG_7705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbNkfnpd6I/AAAAAAAAEVI/31-U1-lHlEo/s320/IMG_7705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361198433277933474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the baggages we carry??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbNjjZGrkI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Lli_168KXW8/s1600-h/IMG_7739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbNjjZGrkI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Lli_168KXW8/s320/IMG_7739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361198417110806082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now now...is this pic weird? muahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMf8R9IAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/9cdFm_2ahVU/s1600-h/IMG_7708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMf8R9IAI/AAAAAAAAEUw/9cdFm_2ahVU/s320/IMG_7708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361197255560601602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMft4JSJI/AAAAAAAAEUo/wu_KKq95zFs/s1600-h/IMG_7716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMft4JSJI/AAAAAAAAEUo/wu_KKq95zFs/s320/IMG_7716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361197251694250130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture really took a long long time...can u see that I am stiff from smiling???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMfCtEIgI/AAAAAAAAEUg/VKiu2lVnztU/s1600-h/IMG_7723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMfCtEIgI/AAAAAAAAEUg/VKiu2lVnztU/s320/IMG_7723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361197240105050626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the admiring eyes of Aley? Can't be helped...muahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMe_AjowI/AAAAAAAAEUY/Bw3b2shqhmo/s1600-h/IMG_7753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbMe_AjowI/AAAAAAAAEUY/Bw3b2shqhmo/s320/IMG_7753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361197239113065218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we were still in shock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKfi5HFkI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/Jtx31_WZszA/s1600-h/IMG_7702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKfi5HFkI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/Jtx31_WZszA/s320/IMG_7702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361195049722254914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New and old friends together...why am I the one taking photos???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKfA-ot6I/AAAAAAAAEUI/a19TOHKptCQ/s1600-h/IMG_7787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKfA-ot6I/AAAAAAAAEUI/a19TOHKptCQ/s320/IMG_7787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361195040618624930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too nice actually this thing...hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKeudRx1I/AAAAAAAAEUA/qd47AOaxtIU/s1600-h/IMG_7700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbKeudRx1I/AAAAAAAAEUA/qd47AOaxtIU/s320/IMG_7700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361195035646871378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scandalous Cheryl.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night of sleepiness, unwillingness to go home, shopping, avoidance of exams and indulgence of supper......great friends, great fun! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-6221088092276958057?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/6221088092276958057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-and-new-friends-great-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6221088092276958057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/6221088092276958057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-and-new-friends-great-ones.html' title='Old and New Friends, great ones nonetheless.:)'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmcLqI9jKfI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/1Mtph6O-7Jo/s72-c/IMG_7713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493029103598100913.post-8300096975751778725</id><published>2009-07-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:01:01.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, Your SONGmei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbG_6XyBFI/AAAAAAAAET4/JcSiJn68Ec8/s1600-h/jesus+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbG_6XyBFI/AAAAAAAAET4/JcSiJn68Ec8/s320/jesus+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361191207734215762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome back my friends, to a whole new SONGmei. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I continue to share about the little details of my life, may this life indeed reflect God's goodness. So when you are free, pray for me that indeed, my life will be His SONG, a light for all to see. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493029103598100913-8300096975751778725?l=letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/feeds/8300096975751778725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-your-songmei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8300096975751778725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493029103598100913/posts/default/8300096975751778725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letmylifebeyoursong.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-your-songmei.html' title='My life, Your SONGmei'/><author><name>The Prodigal Daughter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04783051804879927717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__ilcNjZIRyo/SmbG_6XyBFI/AAAAAAAAET4/JcSiJn68Ec8/s72-c/jesus+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
