<?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-4251672126295504960</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:51:36.233+08:00</updated><category term='just another day'/><category term='memory verse'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='More than words'/><category term='insights'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Inspirations'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Links'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='music'/><category term='events'/><category term='none'/><category term='love'/><category term='Random-ness'/><category term='Lessons'/><title type='text'>Live. Laugh. Learn. Love.</title><subtitle type='html'>Together with God.
And a little random too!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-3575548981556605164</id><published>2012-01-31T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:52:36.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>There's nothing else greater than the love of Jesus!&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/4251672126295504960-3575548981556605164?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3575548981556605164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3575548981556605164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3575548981556605164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3575548981556605164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-6145760345831624629</id><published>2012-01-28T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:28:13.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>One day down</title><content type='html'>... and 6 more days to go!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Busy days, tight schedule ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always pray in the toilet before I start to work in Bangsar every time. It's not really a conducive environment to do so, because there's no where else as quiet as the ladies :P Plus, God is everywhere *winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A generous customer gave me 2 angpaos, RM10 each, while I was busy serenading the piano at a restaurant in Bangsar. Thank You Jesus for Your favour is always with me. Man, I feel so pampered by Him tonight! :) [a copy-paste from my FB status *grins]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6145760345831624629?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6145760345831624629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6145760345831624629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6145760345831624629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6145760345831624629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-down.html' title='One day down'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4273402664941238095</id><published>2012-01-27T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:46:26.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Aiyoh!</title><content type='html'>Starting from now, I'll be soo busy preparing for my next week's Friday Performance.&lt;div&gt;Not only that, I have my weekly Skype prayer meetings to attend of which I do look forward to, and church worship practices coming up, and practice for BSA, and work, and exams, and more practice, and teaching (this... later). I can't be putting too many food on my plate. Indigestion might happen along the way. Stomach ache, eeek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount of preparations I tell you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually like it. It's just about how well I can manage my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday Performances:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me so nervous when I think about the freezing cold air conditional in the hall that freezes my fingers, the annoying lightings with the dark-birght-dark-bright effect that causes my vision to go blur on the keys, and the eyes staring and concentrating at me. Shivers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever happens, I will try to enjoy the grooves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4273402664941238095?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4273402664941238095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4273402664941238095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4273402664941238095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4273402664941238095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/aiyoh.html' title='Aiyoh!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8926568452705576727</id><published>2012-01-27T21:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T22:47:12.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>It's so difficult for me to adapt to changes.&lt;div&gt;Like a friend whom I know will be leaving college for a while, friends who left college without saying goodbye, and other friends who told me that they'll be leaving college and hope to see each other someday. The environment in college has changed much. I miss some of the moments I used to have with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes as simple as a new hair cut can make me feel a little uneasy. I always opt for the usual, not wanting to make a drastic change (yet!). Maybe I'm just not ready for stuffs like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in some cases, I know that some changes are really good for me. I know that I've been pushed in a good way to come out from my Oh-So-Comfortable! shell where I'm nicely sleeping in it, so that God can use me to do the extraordinary and the Oh-No!-So-Impossible! becomes possible by His will, power and might. This one, is happening right now I must say. I like and it's challenging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that I'm a little late when it comes to digesting a new fact or a happening incident in an environment. I categorize them as under "changes" :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A new born baby!" Yes I know, and will only get excited maybe 2-3 days later once I stomach down the joy of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Straight As for exams!" Yeah? And smile to myself maybe a week later when I apply for a application that requires my results or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He likes you lah," How can that be? I think... We're just good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the hardest part of change for me to digest is that when people I know well and I love especially, or people I only know them on the surface change due to the influence of the not so good company, or from the little but growing voice inside them that dictates them to do the unthinkable that causes any unpleasant outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I think my sentence above is too long :P But I'm so sleepy now to edit it hee hee.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah wells, it's just a thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8926568452705576727?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8926568452705576727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8926568452705576727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8926568452705576727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8926568452705576727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-7723674847067848033</id><published>2012-01-26T16:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:52:17.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Roomie!</title><content type='html'>Now that my room is 'purple-ised' (mom and dad took time to paint my room), and my keyboard has been shifted into my room under my request, hoping that every morning when I wake up and see the keyboard first thing in the morning, I'll have the motivation to practice hee hee hee hee hee!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT... !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotten that I still have to fetch one joker to work at 7.45am from Monday-Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7723674847067848033?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7723674847067848033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7723674847067848033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7723674847067848033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7723674847067848033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/roomie.html' title='Roomie!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4892299662344036570</id><published>2012-01-25T17:09:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:51:48.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Why Music</title><content type='html'>I thought to myself today.&lt;div&gt;What if or when people ask me these questions :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do you study music?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What will you do with your career?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can earn money ah? How?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling back to my old memories wasn't that easy for me to recall the decisions I made that have led me to where I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was these two simple questions I remember He had asked me 2-3 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love music?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love Me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow when I was 4, I love fetching (mom/dad drove, not me :] ) my sister from her music class. I love seeing all the music exercise books that had stickers with it. I love the sound of the piano. And somehow, I knew that one day I would be playing the piano and making music for the rest of my life. I kept pestering mom and dad to let me attend my sister's music class. They told me that I was too young to start. However, due to my '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;perseverance'&lt;/span&gt;, they finally agreed *grins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I turn 11, my sister actually taught me how to spread and roll on some simple I-VI-IV-V chords on the piano. For C Maj, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CGCDE;&lt;/span&gt; for A-, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AEABC&lt;/span&gt; and so on. The next thing I know, I was on the piano for Sunday service! I became the regular Sunday morning pianist, for camps, carolings and also church choir. And then I remember the feeling of letting the HS guide my playing when I became terrified to lead worshippers into worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for Him and music grew so rapidly whenever I play any P&amp;amp;W songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why do you study music?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What will you do with your career?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can earn money ah? How?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's because of my love for Him and He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seek ye first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you. Matt 6:33.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I start to loose my balance in pursuing music, I'll always remember this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you love music? Do you love Me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When there's music, there's us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m&lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt;ic :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4892299662344036570?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4892299662344036570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4892299662344036570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4892299662344036570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4892299662344036570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-music.html' title='Why Music'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8251705796172761001</id><published>2012-01-25T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:08:58.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>His great Love</title><content type='html'>If my earthly father (and mother) can love me so much by leaving me the best piece of chicken drumstick for lunch, even though we just had an argument ; then how much more will my Heavenly Father love me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite all my imperfections and weaknesses in me, He will always love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8251705796172761001?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8251705796172761001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8251705796172761001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8251705796172761001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8251705796172761001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/his-great-love.html' title='His great Love'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-3923543694104742818</id><published>2012-01-24T15:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:43:52.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CNY dad's side</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I get to spend some time with my dad's side relatives. My dad has 14 bruthers and sistahs, including him. Every CNY gathering, my uncle number-something I lost count would lead us into a time of singspiration before we 'pahk chior' (like piranha gobbling down food) :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the all-time favourite no.1 on the music chart is "Jin Jia Ho". It's a Hokkien song saying : It is good to come to know the Lord and something something heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we would sing some more other P&amp;amp;W songs in English, Chinese, Hokkien and Malay with my uncle on the guitar, follow then a time of prayer in Chinese/Hokkien. My uncle's from a Chinese church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to see most of us gathered together and update each other on what's going on with our lives : Who just got pregnant? Who's getting married? Who's got a new boifren galfren? What are you doing now? And all the aunties and uncles with their usual : "Wah ah ger, u so big already ah?" and "ah boi so tall already!" But for my brother's case, it's "Boy still the same eh?" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself as an introvert today. Probably too tired after the past 3 days of gatherings at my home and late night movies with my mom's family side. And my aunt didn't believe me when I told her that I'm an introvert. It depends on the situation, I can be both introvert and extrovert :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3923543694104742818?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3923543694104742818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3923543694104742818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3923543694104742818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3923543694104742818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-dads-side.html' title='CNY dad&apos;s side'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-858568232606697988</id><published>2012-01-23T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:45:25.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CNY mom's side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When they're here...&lt;/div&gt;The yearly 'traditions' we do every time my relatives from Singapore come down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;: Spontaneous late night movies particularly the Canto / Chinese ones. I consider myself as a Canto Banana so I read the subtitles and my eyes and brains get tired in the middle of the show. We also always have movies in CDs and DVDs to watch at home too. Watching Canto / Chinese movies is not really my interest, but I like the whole excitement of going out and doing things together with the people I love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: Non-stop food hunting galore! I love this part, we have &amp;gt; 4 meals a day. Eating is definitely my thing! But, I think we're all still under control. Hee! :D Noodles in Imbi, rice, kuih etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Jom Makan family that I always talk about (some in my previous blog entries). Distance is not a problem for us when it comes to eating :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them are down for this CNY. The Melacca ones, the Singaporeans and the Kuantan-ians. What else more can I ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is of coz, one thing that I can only pray and He knows what that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-858568232606697988?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/858568232606697988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=858568232606697988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/858568232606697988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/858568232606697988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-theyre-here.html' title='CNY mom&apos;s side'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-3819302479078437156</id><published>2012-01-17T20:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:55:51.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Light shine, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little light in me, I'm gonna let it shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just thinking about how will this little light in me shine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year ago, I stepped into ICOM, happily trotting into the building, feeling enthusiastic;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One year later, which is also now, I step into ICOM, wondering, why and how Music sometimes can be such a difficult subject to grasp/understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do wonder, sometimes, that whether am I left behind from my friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I improving?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess nothing is easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever stuffs that we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It requires hard work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did, I tried, I prayed for creativity, I worked hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not letting you pulling me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not letting you robbing away the blessings and anointing that come from Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall not even give in to your deception and confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what you're doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm telling you something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The One who is in me is greater/more powerful than the one who is in the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 John 4:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3819302479078437156?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3819302479078437156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3819302479078437156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3819302479078437156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3819302479078437156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/light-shine-please.html' title='Light shine, please'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2963026432821595423</id><published>2012-01-16T11:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:04:44.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>the Fast and Go</title><content type='html'>So many new commitments! So excited! Actually, there's only 2 new commitments, 1 renewed, and 1 more is still on hold. New tasks, new challenges for me. Surprisingly, I'm taking them in with a peace of mind and a peace of heart, knowing that I'm carefully guided by the HS.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm never a risk taker. But He said : "Go! Yes now, it's time," and I moaned : "Really ahh? What if I'm not ready yet??" But, I'm already on the Go and I'm doing the Go right now. I'm glad, and yes I like the New. It's definitely a period of trusting God because of the new tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember Elizabeth prayed for me in the Plan 11, saw that God was holding my hand telling me : ''It's okay, you're safe with me. I'm with you and I'll be guiding you,''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all just happened so fast for me! I'm digesting everything that is happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nom nom nom... Digesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2963026432821595423?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2963026432821595423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2963026432821595423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2963026432821595423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2963026432821595423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/fast-and-go.html' title='the Fast and Go'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-7635098370445864439</id><published>2012-01-14T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T23:32:58.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Purple wound</title><content type='html'>While washing a small bowl yesterday, it slipped off my hand. In the attempt to "save" the bowl's life, I cut my wrist with one of the broken pieces.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is that... I almost fainted! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to feel what it's like to faint and I experienced it yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite cool BUT scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I got panicked and went pale seeing blood oozing out and the thought of "How on earth am I gonna play my piano anymoooore!" rushed across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family doctor glued my wound and it's now purple in colour. I like. Though it hurts a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a deep cut on my left wrist (oxygenated blood :s), so close, just right beside my major vein. Really thank God for not allowing the cut to be more serious. Now people are gonna' think that I tried to commit suicide or something :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Committing suicide is the devil's lie and never an option for me. I have Jesus :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7635098370445864439?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7635098370445864439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7635098370445864439' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7635098370445864439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7635098370445864439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/purple-wound.html' title='Purple wound'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-9099362541959636115</id><published>2012-01-08T16:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:35:56.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>This year</title><content type='html'>2012 is a year for me. Pastor Jan Nel's prophecy on me today in church.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be a year of having faith and trusting God. Aunty Eng Ing's prophecy on me in camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be like the cherry red flower in the vast greenery, sitting down with a purpose to shine His beauty and be a blessing to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the dark clouds roll in and the rain starts to pour, when I run and hide in my secret place and think to myself that I'll be safe, He comes finding me and tells me "Don't be afraid, come with me and lets play in the rain,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an exciting unknown to me. 2012!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-9099362541959636115?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/9099362541959636115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=9099362541959636115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9099362541959636115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9099362541959636115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-year.html' title='This year'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2197541219832387407</id><published>2012-01-08T15:25:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:48:10.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>After 7 days in prayer camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;... will never be the same me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm really blessed to have attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Minggu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doa (MYPG)&lt;/span&gt;. There are like tonnes of things I would love to brag about how awesome possum God is! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't mean that God is a possum, &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; just rhymes with &lt;i&gt;possum&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;.) In case you've never seen a possum before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nah here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0zSSxsrPR6o/TwlY-eEbWaI/AAAAAAAABXw/ml7j9yu_QyU/s320/possum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695181034033469858" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXN4fzQDiR8/TwlY-nBZ_CI/AAAAAAAABYA/KApKRRC5EJU/s320/possum2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695181036436716578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learnt so many things about praying and worshipping, my love relationship with the Father has increased deeply, HS and how the big boss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; works and speaks, and definitely an intercessor for Malaysia. I never knew how important it is my role to pray for Her until Acts 17:26-28 spoke to me about how God created me and has placed me in this country for His purpose, not by any accident that I'm here. Honestly, I never cried so much before in my whole entire life for Her and this camp has opened my heart to support and carry out God's plan for Malaysia. It's mysterious, yet exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'll never forget seeing the young hearts crying out to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The struggles faced, and for the revival in us and Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new commitment that I've made to God and there's no turning back. When my heart fears the black clouds attacking me, surely I'll know where and Who to run to. I want to be part of this movement. It's an honour and a great joy to be a part of this team, and I have died to my own dreams and plans. Now, I don't have a clue on what's gonna be next :O No one knows : not my dad not my mom not my sister and bro not my friends not me :O But I rest assured my Abba Father knows exactly what's next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, if I'm sitting beside you right now, whoever that is reading this, I would lurveee to talk talkltkatkltakl more on the details how crazily good God is to me and my friends (from camp) :D I received a new gift from Him too teehee! Happy giler lah you have nuuu idea :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no other words for me to describe about the wonderful experience encounters ALL of us had in Kluang! Simply ... WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I drove from Melacca to Kluang for the first time, on a highway, with a huge Exora, with 5 lives from 3 different families on my two bare hands :O Aunty Ally wasn't feeling well and I was the only most "qualified" driver to take the wheel. We didn't have a 'P' sticker for me to drive so we took out a piece of white paper and drew a 'P' on it, coloured the side with a red pen, and then stuck the paper on the front and back screen with a chewed chewing gum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day itself for camp was already krazee for me so yeah, the rest of the days were amazing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2197541219832387407?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2197541219832387407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2197541219832387407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2197541219832387407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2197541219832387407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-7-days-in-prayer-camp.html' title='After 7 days in prayer camp'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-0zSSxsrPR6o/TwlY-eEbWaI/AAAAAAAABXw/ml7j9yu_QyU/s72-c/possum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8116589021726428197</id><published>2011-12-27T15:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:34:59.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>We all know this</title><content type='html'>I always wanted to stay in Singapore.&lt;div&gt;Love the organised city, cleanliness, education system and the shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I work there, it'll be worth it to spend on the shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to think that my kids will have a better educational system. (I'm just planning for a long term thingy heh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, once a Malaysian, always a Malaysian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I get to change my nationality to another country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've decided on something that I thought about yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of complaining and whining about Malaysia how... (u know), why not start praying, together with a bunch of youths/youngsters who shares the same fervent heart and vision, to see a change-for-the-better result in Malaysia? Where we were all born and grew up as Malaysians, go/going/gone thru whatever that happens in our country, who know what's really going on in our country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;'The Lord is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayer of the righteous.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Proverbs 15:29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;'...The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;James 16:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, the grass is greener in the overseas, we all know this. but what will happen to OUR MALAYSIA if people like us one by one move out of this country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't we all love the food here? The excellent climate? The natural resources? The 'Malaysia-lah' language? There are some more rooms for improvement waiting for us to carry out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu Doa is coming up, in Kluang. I've decided to start interceding for my home ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to miss the great doings (be it preparations or battling time) of His.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely, it's gonna be something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8116589021726428197?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8116589021726428197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8116589021726428197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8116589021726428197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8116589021726428197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-all-know-this.html' title='We all know this'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-571004714053269137</id><published>2011-12-21T23:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:36:42.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>While cooking together in the kitchen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today, I've just discovered that Mommy cooks (self taught some more) because she loves food.&lt;div&gt;And to think that I'm a miniature of Mommy in certain ways (quite a lot of ways actually) is pretty interesting tho'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was cutting pineapples, telling me that she dislikes cutting pineapples because of the nuisance cutting off its eyes... EYES??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DzB9pTjhXrM/TvH-8CAntrI/AAAAAAAABXk/-ruMSA8UECg/s320/pe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688608111630726834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I stare at it longer, I feel creepy about its eyes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if it's watching me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My imagination was so disturbing that I hope I wouldn't dream of it tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4251672126295504960-571004714053269137?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/571004714053269137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=571004714053269137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/571004714053269137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/571004714053269137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/while-cooking-together-in-kitchen.html' title='While cooking together in the kitchen...'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-DzB9pTjhXrM/TvH-8CAntrI/AAAAAAAABXk/-ruMSA8UECg/s72-c/pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-9187246481124659682</id><published>2011-12-19T22:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:13:39.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Old photos and some videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old photos. It cracks my day up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZK1HC3q5Rc/Tu9U3aKpqbI/AAAAAAAABXM/_88Miji_joU/s400/plant.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687858165285759410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KYM8ei0QRXs/Tu9ROMNo8BI/AAAAAAAABXA/QGrNjvxIMRc/s400/teee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687854158630678546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uc8qG1Ko7rw/Tu9YAY5wzvI/AAAAAAAABXY/JJAGPFU7NDI/s400/gee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687861618100195058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2ZJsNMCmbI/Tu9RH8ziA0I/AAAAAAAABWw/RXs2Tbn5jCY/s1600/te.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h2ZJsNMCmbI/Tu9RH8ziA0I/AAAAAAAABWw/RXs2Tbn5jCY/s400/te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687854051415425858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iosBtRqLsf4/Tu9RHnfXJHI/AAAAAAAABWo/mHabTt1-lvc/s1600/tee.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iosBtRqLsf4/Tu9RHnfXJHI/AAAAAAAABWo/mHabTt1-lvc/s400/tee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687854045693682802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHAweoS6jA8/Tu9NhyqmynI/AAAAAAAABWc/5wJpOXRq_-8/s1600/teehee.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: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHAweoS6jA8/Tu9NhyqmynI/AAAAAAAABWc/5wJpOXRq_-8/s400/teehee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687850097323723378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A MUST WATCH VIDEO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;production!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=140360957478&amp;amp;set=t.678145649&amp;amp;type=3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ANOTHER VIDEO TO WATCH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also a 2009 production&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=117918859866&amp;amp;set=t.678665251&amp;amp;type=3&amp;amp;theater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-9187246481124659682?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/9187246481124659682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=9187246481124659682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9187246481124659682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9187246481124659682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/old-photos.html' title='Old photos and some videos'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-UZK1HC3q5Rc/Tu9U3aKpqbI/AAAAAAAABXM/_88Miji_joU/s72-c/plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-593982064137587899</id><published>2011-12-19T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:08:30.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Food fanatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQvZYiMS7w/Tu9Hf14VoMI/AAAAAAAABWE/g3_q4p05E8o/s1600/cc.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: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQvZYiMS7w/Tu9Hf14VoMI/AAAAAAAABWE/g3_q4p05E8o/s320/cc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687843466757120194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Mommy to come home tomorrow! (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, Mom is away for a mission trip in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maesot&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div&gt;When she's back, I want to help her in the kitchen again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie so, why the sudden passion in cooking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be able to cook and eat healthy YET delicious food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a foodie, so I want to cook what I like and what I think it's appetizing/nice to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After watching Junior Masterchef Australia. Oh man, I seriously needa cook!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For future prep, as a wife and mother who knows how to cook. Not just making music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I also love to present my friends some freshly baked pretty cookies, tarts, cupcakes etc. and everyone gets to eat and that makes me happy :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I prefer home cooked meals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from tomorrow, I've made up my mind to cook as much as I can, and bake pretty tarts, pies, cupcakes and cakes at least a few times in a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna head down to MPH again and buy some really interesting baking books that I've found today. Hopefully, mom can come along with me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; I think I'll make her come hee! *winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, it was really fascinating&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt; for me&lt;/span&gt; to see the way the Cooks cooked at the 'tai chow' restaurant just now. Seeing how they handled the kuali skillfully was just intriguing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also loveeee the feeling of the hot steam coming out from the oven, pots and pans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that super awesome feeling of getting my hands 'dirty' in cooking. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I dislike having cut fingers from the knives, coz I won't be able to hit the keys on the piano :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if I love cooking more than my music? @.@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love my music tho' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS : It's been quite some time that I recognize this cooking desire in me. It's not a one day feeling thingy, no worries :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-593982064137587899?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/593982064137587899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=593982064137587899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/593982064137587899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/593982064137587899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/food-fanatic.html' title='Food fanatic'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-1MQvZYiMS7w/Tu9Hf14VoMI/AAAAAAAABWE/g3_q4p05E8o/s72-c/cc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-4202967845981261324</id><published>2011-12-18T19:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:05:09.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Wow little chefs!</title><content type='html'>S1's Australia's Junior Masterchef is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella! 97/100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing! Mesmerizing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack was reeeeally awesome too! 94/100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the both of them are really good chefs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't get jealous of each other or mad or upset about themselves. Really humble people. I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prefer watching the Junior Masterchef programme more than the adults ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season 2 is getting more exciting :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4202967845981261324?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4202967845981261324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4202967845981261324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4202967845981261324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4202967845981261324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-little-chefs.html' title='Wow little chefs!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5653356636299602765</id><published>2011-12-18T15:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:53:17.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Junior Cooks</title><content type='html'>I was watching Junior Masterchef Australia (S1). Pierre was chosen as the Red head captain and he was given an opportunity to choose the Blue head captain. And so he chose Anthony.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When asked by the judges why Pierre chose Anthony, all he said was :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's because Anthony is my good friend and he is a good cook,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony : "Bring it on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierre : "I thought you're my friend..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids :) Anthony's a little cheeky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are a bunch of exciting kids only aged 8-12, who love to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Competitive and adorable!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should check out the stuffs that they cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the kids just said this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you not put too much stress on me??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small people, big flavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5653356636299602765?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5653356636299602765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5653356636299602765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5653356636299602765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5653356636299602765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/junior-cooks.html' title='Junior Cooks'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2319386156859629342</id><published>2011-12-18T10:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:40:26.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Sistah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some recycled photos of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People said we don't look alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's kinda cool when we hang out together as sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they think we're more like two good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvVoef9TDyo/Tu1Q1eC-o6I/AAAAAAAABVs/AScd8e_KNl4/s320/b2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687290783967650722" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2007 Christmas Caroling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xVNTkdb8rzc/Tu1Q1BiGUXI/AAAAAAAABVc/h20ZEd33v0A/s320/b3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687290776313549170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our best friend in the middle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talkative little birds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, with Angel around, the three of us can talk talk talkt altkaltkatal non-stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap about almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a7ZbMlvq_t4/Tu1Q0_EPhbI/AAAAAAAABVU/baOiWk2yAsQ/s320/b4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687290775651452338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeVJlAULQz4/Tu1P84DCD7I/AAAAAAAABVE/In8J_DDjYio/s1600/b5.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeVJlAULQz4/Tu1P84DCD7I/AAAAAAAABVE/In8J_DDjYio/s320/b5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687289811694653362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54metcLhaoA/Tu1P7xSIm4I/AAAAAAAABU8/wUxqES8NVeE/s1600/b6.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: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54metcLhaoA/Tu1P7xSIm4I/AAAAAAAABU8/wUxqES8NVeE/s320/b6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687289792699079554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks a lot like my mom but possesses the attitude of my dad;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mine's the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Derrick is just in between both mom and dad :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9apY6Mv6SEc/Tu1P7h4KbKI/AAAAAAAABUs/9C7kHqNREYY/s1600/b7.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: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9apY6Mv6SEc/Tu1P7h4KbKI/AAAAAAAABUs/9C7kHqNREYY/s320/b7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687289788563614882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soaking wet hair at Apeh Waterfall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until now, we still laugh over the name of it hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDBOYit7cQ/Tu1P6-z823I/AAAAAAAABUg/RkZ3hs4logE/s1600/b9.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLDBOYit7cQ/Tu1P6-z823I/AAAAAAAABUg/RkZ3hs4logE/s320/b9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687289779150707570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the left: Our best friend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunburned and I looked really retarded here #.#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzaADX4lgjI/Tu1P6erP8JI/AAAAAAAABUU/fI8mTnaMfHg/s1600/b10.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzaADX4lgjI/Tu1P6erP8JI/AAAAAAAABUU/fI8mTnaMfHg/s320/b10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687289770524274834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's cool to know that Esther is my best friend/sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my best friend, I would :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up at 7am to drop her off for work;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay up late to hear all her story-of-the-day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be honest with all my opinions;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laugh at all her embarrassing moments;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crap with her anything under the sun;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drive her nuts when &lt;i&gt;either&lt;/i&gt; one of us are bored;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fetch her up and down like nobody's business because she just got her driving licence;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiyah kenot pen down everything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She always laughs at me when I talk to the traffic and cars that just cut me without signaling. She thinks it's funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was before she knows how to drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now that she knows how to drive, she talks to the traffic too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okie, yes I know I kept using the word 'best friend', it's because I have a lot of 'best friend' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2319386156859629342?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2319386156859629342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2319386156859629342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2319386156859629342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2319386156859629342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-sistah.html' title='My Sistah'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-IvVoef9TDyo/Tu1Q1eC-o6I/AAAAAAAABVs/AScd8e_KNl4/s72-c/b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-1648635621791334151</id><published>2011-12-16T15:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T23:34:25.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='none'/><title type='text'>The Remnants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_OLZObwOJ4/Tury8zABMyI/AAAAAAAABT8/kAUG9sf-rV4/s1600/tears.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: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H_OLZObwOJ4/Tury8zABMyI/AAAAAAAABT8/kAUG9sf-rV4/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686624605805032226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some more remnants that I still need to forgive.&lt;div&gt;I'll know it, that when I have completely forgiven you[s], is that when I stop tearing whenever I think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Note : This is not a dark emo post. I'm far from that.&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/4251672126295504960-1648635621791334151?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1648635621791334151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1648635621791334151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1648635621791334151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1648635621791334151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/remnants.html' title='The Remnants'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-H_OLZObwOJ4/Tury8zABMyI/AAAAAAAABT8/kAUG9sf-rV4/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-2189368535692496180</id><published>2011-12-16T10:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T14:33:17.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Non matching piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yspSYntsto/TuqwvJspl4I/AAAAAAAABTs/KOhvtKu_3AE/s1600/af2.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: 230px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3yspSYntsto/TuqwvJspl4I/AAAAAAAABTs/KOhvtKu_3AE/s320/af2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686551803612206978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvQYf8UoaHI/TuqwuyX71wI/AAAAAAAABTk/I72S9aH4Y2I/s1600/af.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: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvQYf8UoaHI/TuqwuyX71wI/AAAAAAAABTk/I72S9aH4Y2I/s320/af.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686551797351307010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, first, I can't decide on which picture &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; is that is almost similar to what I had in mind. If only the first one could turn to his right like the second one, and a little more red and green on his shirt, then that should be able to fit what my description is. Moreover, it should be most likely in a jigsaw puzzle mode ;) I just love both.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess &lt;i&gt;one &lt;/i&gt;of the pieces wouldn't fit in the jigsaw puzzle, it just wouldn't fit it :( I rationalize with Him almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it doesn't fit, somehow or later I need to swallow the fact and stop denying it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why it was a picture of a man running in the American football game. Was it a kind of race/competition in life? I just know that the puzzles are the Parts of His plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it doesn't match, and we know it, well it just doesn't! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh the agony of the painful fact, yet it's a loving plan of His.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2189368535692496180?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2189368535692496180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2189368535692496180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2189368535692496180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2189368535692496180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/non-matching-piece.html' title='Non matching piece'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-3yspSYntsto/TuqwvJspl4I/AAAAAAAABTs/KOhvtKu_3AE/s72-c/af2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8434649267995470461</id><published>2011-12-14T21:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T22:36:56.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wow to these Berklee's Presidential Scholars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.berklee.edu/scholarships/presidential/"&gt;http://www.berklee.edu/scholarships/presidential/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So inspiring! I meant their testimonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berklee's Presidential Scholars. They're a bunch of good talented and humble people. Some don't even play jazz and yet they hold THE presendential scholarship. They are just being themselves, playing what they like, and loving music with their whole heart. Some are even just Sem 1 students. Wow! Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They play because they love music, not so much on impressing other musicians. I like that. And I have one friend of mine that reminded me days ago, saying, "Music is an expression".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so motivated right now to love what I'm doing right now, my piano and the stuffs that I'm learning as a musician even more after watching the short clips :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've watched all 28 videos of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8434649267995470461?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8434649267995470461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8434649267995470461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8434649267995470461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8434649267995470461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/wow-to-these-berklees-presidential.html' title='Wow to these Berklee&apos;s Presidential Scholars'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4470400654947217545</id><published>2011-12-09T22:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:24:41.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Me, Derrick and... Salmon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We decided to sit down and chit chat about food, cartoons, music, our studies, cats who've just came into our house, etc. anything under the sun! And then, we reached the part where I was just joking, wondering why did the sneaky cat sneak into our house. Was it because of mom's Baked Salmon with Basil on the table? That was our dinner and I forgotten to snap a picture of it ehehe :P It was reeeeally good tho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Then I made a bet with him. The "L" must buy the winner an ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"Salmon are orange!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;And he went :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;"Noh! Green head and red body!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;(AHAHAHA yea rite! He must be joking watching too much of cartoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;We actually google them up and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XFJaC0iTWc/TuIiPOohlKI/AAAAAAAABTM/EoWvYOl9hSU/s1600/salmon%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XFJaC0iTWc/TuIiPOohlKI/AAAAAAAABTM/EoWvYOl9hSU/s320/salmon%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684143324716438690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XFJaC0iTWc/TuIiPOohlKI/AAAAAAAABTM/EoWvYOl9hSU/s1600/salmon%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ah8mwnflHIY/TuIiPOacbBI/AAAAAAAABTU/cXgpy-3vkYQ/s320/salmon%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684143324657380370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 193px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XFJaC0iTWc/TuIiPOohlKI/AAAAAAAABTM/EoWvYOl9hSU/s1600/salmon%2B1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;But I still insist them to be orange!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;And then he was moving the mouse swiftly on the google photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;"nah nah nah NAHHH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center; "&gt;Green head, red body fishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDprootc3sw/TuIhvczzyjI/AAAAAAAABS0/IEviKdxe8SA/s1600/salmon%2B4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDprootc3sw/TuIhvczzyjI/AAAAAAAABS0/IEviKdxe8SA/s200/salmon%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684142778766051890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1mzRYDyPg/TuIhvOGF3iI/AAAAAAAABSk/CQwiE5NTrGI/s1600/salmon%2B5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1mzRYDyPg/TuIhvOGF3iI/AAAAAAAABSk/CQwiE5NTrGI/s200/salmon%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684142774816202274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QlORcteMWw/TuIhvJc5rSI/AAAAAAAABSc/7uf1GWfHCvM/s1600/salmon%2B6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_QlORcteMWw/TuIhvJc5rSI/AAAAAAAABSc/7uf1GWfHCvM/s200/salmon%2B6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684142773569695010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shucks. A 10-year-old kiddo telling me that he watched National Geography and yes, these are how salmon look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okie, he didn't win because I told him that I was describing the inside of a salmon and his was the outside ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4470400654947217545?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4470400654947217545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4470400654947217545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4470400654947217545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4470400654947217545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-derrick-and-salmon.html' title='Me, Derrick and... Salmon!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-9XFJaC0iTWc/TuIiPOohlKI/AAAAAAAABTM/EoWvYOl9hSU/s72-c/salmon%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-5553513663248252005</id><published>2011-12-08T23:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:15:50.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>What's on my mind?</title><content type='html'>RESULTS are out.&lt;div&gt;All in all, I'm moving on to the next sem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have done better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, thank God for what I have :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie, time to get down to BUSINESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna draw a plan on HOW TO PRACTICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehehe, the word "plan" sounds good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start with a PLAN first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the results/outcome will be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand that it takes time and sweat and tears and effort in this process,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND prayers to see me thru' it, get ideas from God about my planning and the way to carry it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie, it's already a year of studying music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No point turning back and looking back at the other road signs that say "DENTIST" and "PEDIATRICIAN".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gota' get my head in this "league" I'm in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gota' give my VERY BEST in this music line I'm in right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High time to think like a musician, practice like a musician, and enjoy music like a musician!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep like a musician?? err, no thanks! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still sleep before 12.30am and wake up around 9am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost 12am so... Good night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5553513663248252005?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5553513663248252005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5553513663248252005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5553513663248252005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5553513663248252005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on my mind?'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4187173531991875714</id><published>2011-12-08T18:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:02:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='More than words'/><title type='text'>Food that made me happy today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These dishes...! Made my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papaya Mango Thai salad with lemon dressing as appetizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(The pan fried peanut was the BOM! The topping I meant :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V62QPFLRk14/TuCZd51f9cI/AAAAAAAABR8/EdM_4yRG1o4/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683711468762035650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Roasted "burned" chicken :P Left in the oven while we went out for grocery shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tsk tsk tsk, never again will we make the same mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so dry but... okie, edible I would say nyeheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_27TYL96wvA/TuCZejQCKbI/AAAAAAAABSE/Fo5-3LN5Rq8/s320/IMG_3778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683711479879182770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To compensate the chicken, 3. Steaming hot Ikan Asam was tangy and appetizing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was super quiet *nom nom nom*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The word that kept coming out was: YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9I8Lc8CTn9A/TuCZdl6Zs4I/AAAAAAAABRs/XOYcx-rwIL0/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683711463413887874" /&gt;Okie, I always talk about food cooked by my mom and dad so nah, here they are. This is what we eat :D Maybe I should start taking pictures of their cooking so that I'll have some ideas later in the US when I look back at my blog :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man! So much to learn about cooking :D It was fun helping them out. Just that, the not so fun part was me doing the dishes alone @.@ Esther has started working so it's still me washing the pots and pans and kuali and plates and cups etc. alone. It's okay, I have my...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmtLCCLWSjw/TuClSo2fM2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/s3jeg00qOZQ/s320/hc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683724469363749730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;super effective HAND CREAM teeheehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Made out of 100% extra virgin olive oil"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4251672126295504960-4187173531991875714?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4187173531991875714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4187173531991875714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4187173531991875714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4187173531991875714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/food-that-made-me-happy-today.html' title='Food that made me happy today'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-V62QPFLRk14/TuCZd51f9cI/AAAAAAAABR8/EdM_4yRG1o4/s72-c/IMG_3777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-2846688455650565990</id><published>2011-12-07T22:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T23:05:06.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Little Dream in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRZYLL3yefk/Tt-Ag_5nPzI/AAAAAAAABRg/tKqaqP0Ck_k/s1600/dream.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: 201px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRZYLL3yefk/Tt-Ag_5nPzI/AAAAAAAABRg/tKqaqP0Ck_k/s320/dream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683402559162105650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this dream in me. &lt;div&gt;To open a music school with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To teach children and learners who want to have some fun in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To write many songs that inspire and encourage people from various places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I enjoy cooking and baking too, I shall set up a little cafeteria in our music school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where all the locals can stop by for some hot cakes and buns, and enjoy sipping a cup of hot Chinese tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perhaps, they can be comfortable with the whole settings while waiting for whoever's lesson to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teach and encourage, but slow to get enraged.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'm abit afraid of this dream. Will I ever be able to get there? To get what I desire? What if my dream changes with time? Will I still persevere?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my present little dream that I carry and put it in my pocket, wherever I go :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2846688455650565990?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2846688455650565990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2846688455650565990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2846688455650565990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2846688455650565990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-dream-in-me.html' title='Little Dream in Me'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-fRZYLL3yefk/Tt-Ag_5nPzI/AAAAAAAABRg/tKqaqP0Ck_k/s72-c/dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8129477917269549118</id><published>2011-12-07T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:58:54.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Don't talk about it (Really?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone once told me this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"By not talking about that something will help you to forget about &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna' try then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8129477917269549118?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8129477917269549118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8129477917269549118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8129477917269549118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8129477917269549118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-talk-about-it.html' title='Don&apos;t talk about it (Really?)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-336550894414712409</id><published>2011-12-05T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:22:39.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>The work of Your hand</title><content type='html'>As You open my eyes to the work of Your hand.&lt;div&gt;Jesus, open my eyes to the work of Your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-336550894414712409?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/336550894414712409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=336550894414712409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/336550894414712409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/336550894414712409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/work-of-your-hand.html' title='The work of Your hand'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1372067792200910247</id><published>2011-12-05T21:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:09:19.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Today's Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I brought Derrick and his friends to watch Puss In Boots 3D today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below: Joshua, Joel, Stone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rui&lt;/span&gt; and Bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--dCekLsXGp4/TtyxHOe7bsI/AAAAAAAABRU/xXuczTDZSNo/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682611567539744450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stone will be leaving to the US soon, like forever. So they decided to spend some time with their dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1d2D7yJLZEc/TtyxGLrKf3I/AAAAAAAABRI/qkUgXNvkIEA/s1600/IMG_3760.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1d2D7yJLZEc/TtyxGLrKf3I/AAAAAAAABRI/qkUgXNvkIEA/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682611549605887858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdMw0dTS900/TtyxFQEbExI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DIeRaf08lQU/s1600/IMG_3764.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RdMw0dTS900/TtyxFQEbExI/AAAAAAAABQ8/DIeRaf08lQU/s320/IMG_3764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682611533605704466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super hyperactive kids I must say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Wrestling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Boxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Pulling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Pushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Dragging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys will always be boys... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While waiting for the movie to start, we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ToysRUs&lt;/span&gt; and everyone got an ice-cream each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then more of those * thingy they did again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TNsT8r-pnxY/TtyxFKZWqvI/AAAAAAAABQw/AwMLt-_vmuA/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682611532082883314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're all still in one piece :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, at least I think I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After waking up at 7.45am to fetch Esther to work, packed home breakfast for everyone at home, did the laundry, did the dishes, fetched bro and dad for a quick lunch, fetched Derrick and friends for movie, fetched daddy for his dressing, and... finally... fetched myself to dinner at 9.25pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whoa, I'm still intact, unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, there were some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; moments of mine because I was panicked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talking about head counting the boys? It ain't an easy job. I always stop at FOUR, WHERE'S THE OTHER ONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nyeheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're good ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1372067792200910247?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1372067792200910247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1372067792200910247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1372067792200910247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1372067792200910247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/todays-monday.html' title='Today&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/--dCekLsXGp4/TtyxHOe7bsI/AAAAAAAABRU/xXuczTDZSNo/s72-c/IMG_3761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-7036849565306154212</id><published>2011-12-05T12:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T00:18:44.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Not leaving you alone!</title><content type='html'>It was all God's protection :)&lt;div&gt;Thank You God for always keeping us safe from all serious injuries and accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't know this would happen. Anything could have happened at anytime. It happened all too sudden. My heart cracked seeing blood oozing out from his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm really thankful for His sovereign protection over us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day, yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miraculously&lt;/span&gt;, his right eye wasn't affected by the shattered glass. Just, traumatized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, it was all God's protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone tried to remain calm in the car, and we just kept praying that nothing serious had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time, we're not leaving each other behind, alone, anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fetching him for his dressing later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And taking five boys with me along for a movie in the nearest mall. Big responsibility! @.@ But I trust that it'll be fun, being the big che che :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7036849565306154212?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7036849565306154212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7036849565306154212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7036849565306154212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7036849565306154212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-leaving-you-alone.html' title='Not leaving you alone!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-1077096250032200323</id><published>2011-12-03T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:06:29.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ytE8um04l24" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need not say more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1077096250032200323?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1077096250032200323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1077096250032200323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1077096250032200323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1077096250032200323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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://img.youtube.com/vi/ytE8um04l24/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8304851396497579834</id><published>2011-12-02T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:34:41.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Out There</title><content type='html'>Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight&lt;div&gt;Someone thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere out there someone saying a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we'll find one another, then we'll meet somewhere out there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the night will start to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath that same big sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out where dreams come through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart of a single simply humming to this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8304851396497579834?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8304851396497579834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8304851396497579834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8304851396497579834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8304851396497579834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/somewhere-out-there.html' title='Somewhere Out There'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4828185802830979666</id><published>2011-12-01T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:40:44.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Something to write</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to breathe! Yes, my nose is stuck. &lt;div&gt;And I never like the feeling of it.&lt;div&gt;After entering cinema 8 in MidValley watching Real Steel (OMGOSH it was terrific! :D), I had this irritation going on. Dust irritation, really, not some germs infection or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really lurve watching movies with children involved, but DEFINITELY not horror ones. There's no point watching those and get scared for nothing :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I sent my dear friend, Joyee off today. She'll be away in the US til' next year, and I'll be seeing her only when the next sem starts. We ate, we watched a movie, we bought some stuffs, we talked so many random things, anything under the sun. It's almost a year we knew each other, seems like we've just met yesterday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then while waiting for Esther after work, I spent a good 1 hour in MPH, flipping thru'... COOK BOOKS! I tell you, it was satisfying seeing the pictures hahaha :P And then I went to the music section to check out some song books for song ideas to play for gigs, there was this trio of men. I guess the son is taking up music and they were looking up for some guitar improvisation books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Son: "Adoi, s'mua Inggeris lah ku tak gitu faham, macam mana ni?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father: "Takpe, beli je. Engkau tak faham boleh belilah KAMUS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another guy: "HAHAHA! Dah susah-susah blajar s'mua buku Inggeris ni masih nak blajar KAMUS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was just an entertaining conversation me and Esther overheard and she nearly burst into laughter :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4828185802830979666?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4828185802830979666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4828185802830979666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4828185802830979666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4828185802830979666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/12/something-to-write.html' title='Something to write'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8608367814990115458</id><published>2011-11-29T21:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:01:17.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Card game</title><content type='html'>I remember those days of playing Uno cards with my siblings and sometimes with some friends in school. WAIT! We &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;good students ;) We play cards only AFTER exams okie ehehe, and of course without the teacher's knowledge that we brought cards to class, and tell u, we were so pro in hiding the cards *smirks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think about it, I realized that I always hold my cards tightly and was very protective towards every cards. Like, I have different tactics to cover my cards and safeguard them so that others can't take a peep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today I felt that I need to surrender the cards of my life to Him, like really trusting Him to play the game. And those cards that I'm holding and safeguarding so tightly are my hopes, dreams, desires, relationships, ministry, fears, worries, character building yada yada etc. I have limited sight, and ONLY God knows what are the next step(s) to take, how to do it and what should I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I continue to play my "Uno" game alone, thinking that I've got it all, and crack my head for the next move(s), I'll never make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard for me to trust someone, maybe because of the hurts and disappointment that I'm afraid of. Anyhow, this game requires some learning to trust, and it's ONLY in Him.&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/4251672126295504960-8608367814990115458?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8608367814990115458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8608367814990115458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8608367814990115458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8608367814990115458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/card-game.html' title='Card game'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4187212369427792643</id><published>2011-11-28T19:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:37:34.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>Trying too hard on something shows that we do not allow Him to intervene in our situation. It's more like we're using our own strength to achieve something. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, 'trying our best' and 'trying too hard' are two different things eh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For when you have given your best, leave the rest in God's hand. In other words, do your best and let God do the rest. (Much too familiar phrase that sometimes we just let it pass thru)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4187212369427792643?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4187212369427792643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4187212369427792643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4187212369427792643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4187212369427792643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8347424942891236075</id><published>2011-11-28T13:13:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:08:13.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>My new cajones arrived this morning! :D And it's in purple, unexpectedly :) Smells new, handmade by Esther's friend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Purple Timoz :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie, I'm so gonna create a small music corner soon! For the fun of it hee. And ahh, I kenot wait for my tomorrow's last-exam-of-the-year (practical) to end. And then I'm gonna clear my room and give it a new a paint and and do stuffs that I like this holiday! Read like I've never read before, cook and bake like I've never done before, Christmas shopping, watch some gigs with friends, and others which I can't think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In your heart you plan your life. But the Lord decided where your steps will take you." Proverbs 16:9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to plan, I can plan all I want for my life, but not all the time planning is required. Sometimes, I just need to let loose a little and go with the flow yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not.to.FREEZE when I don't have a plan with me @.@&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gota glue my butt back to the piano chair now. Wait, I'm hungry for lunch nyahahaha :D&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/4251672126295504960-8347424942891236075?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8347424942891236075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8347424942891236075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8347424942891236075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8347424942891236075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-morning.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5804170477843133981</id><published>2011-11-26T22:06:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:59:52.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>New toys</title><content type='html'>It was aweeeesome! The new Korg Kronos *slurps!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun unwrapping it with Esther and Derrick, at least I got to 'gila' awhile with someone who was as excited as me :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things happened at that moment-  a few of us got electric shocked, a tiny insect went in in one of the F keys, figuring out how to plug in the weird plug etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the hoohaas, it finally functioned like a healthy keyboard, except for the occasional electric shocks. I haven't got the chance to really touch and play it coz' the two jokers and dad &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; so excited (me too!), busy trying out the effects. Mom was busy baking for tomorrow's function, but she came over for a few times to join in the hoohaas :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna spend some quality time with my new toy. I'm gonna get to know you inside out and make sure that I don't underuse you! :) This keyboard is also dedicated to the church :) and we laid hands and prayed for its service and the people who are going to play the Kronos. Sleeping late but not too late, church tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, I got myself a new digital metronome because the earphones for my old digital ones spoilt, and some brand new headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heaaaapee giler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5804170477843133981?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5804170477843133981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5804170477843133981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5804170477843133981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5804170477843133981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/korg-kronos.html' title='New toys'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4307835323118481778</id><published>2011-11-26T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:47:48.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tough lah!</title><content type='html'>I felt like I have the resources, but I just don't know how to make full use of them.&lt;div&gt;All I just have is the five stones, enough to defeat the 'giant', but, how do I do it? (The David-Goliath story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad said : " Only the things you can't do, God can do, cos' God will do the impossible. We can live supernaturally because we are the children of God. When you're weak, God is strong. If you can do it, then there's no need for God to help, and it becomes limited like you boxed God up in your small space,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, even if I don't get what I need, God will provide in another way. For now, I'll just do my best and let Him do the rest, just like how He always does. Looking back, God was always with me when I gave my best in something, He made them into something even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December will be a good time for me to discover what are my strengths and weak points, and brush up my techniques, and transcribe some songs- for a start, Bill Evans. I even plan to go for a trip for some inspirations to write some songs. I missed writing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeeeeeek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a beautiful song that God is teaching us to play (today's Our Daily Bread).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4307835323118481778?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4307835323118481778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4307835323118481778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4307835323118481778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4307835323118481778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/tough-lah.html' title='Tough lah!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1304491407493987671</id><published>2011-11-20T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T21:39:27.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Jotta A.-Agnus Dei</title><content type='html'>I just got to post this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1uoFq-Pzldg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1304491407493987671?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1304491407493987671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1304491407493987671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1304491407493987671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1304491407493987671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/jotta-agnus-dei.html' title='Jotta A.-Agnus Dei'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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://img.youtube.com/vi/1uoFq-Pzldg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-3458176931536172505</id><published>2011-11-20T17:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:47:04.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Words used</title><content type='html'>A fact that I've just discovered about myself : I actually kinda enjoy writing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I was 4-5 years old, dad bought me some exercise writing books with pictures and activities in them for me as a birthday gift, and that was I think the utmost best-appreciated birthday present ever for me! A weirdo kiddo who actually loves her books more than her toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These days, it's almost so hard to identify friends who still write the details and account of interesting happenings of their lives, using descriptive and proper words and language. I would lurve to read them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the times, when vulgarity are being expressed by someone I read somewhere&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;really put me off. There are like a zillion other better words to use to describe what we're thinking and feeling rather than using the same plain lame cheap and crude words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's good to be reminded of making sure that our words are encouraging and is able to build each other up. But in some cases, actions do speak louder than words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I still think that guys who can write well and still read these days are intelligent and impressive (to me :D). They are rare, but I'm sure they are somewhere.&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/4251672126295504960-3458176931536172505?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3458176931536172505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3458176931536172505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3458176931536172505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3458176931536172505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/words-used.html' title='Words used'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1001533644497783742</id><published>2011-11-19T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:54:59.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Ambassador of Jesus</title><content type='html'>We don't compromise with the world's standard. We live with God's standard. As a faithful Christian, we must have an obedient heart, a heart that is able to discern what God's desires are, His calling and purpose for us to walk on this fallen Earth. It's not about us giving in to the world and please men.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are created in His image. As ambassadors of Christ Jesus, our responsibility is to reflect Jesus in our lives, what we do, feel, think, say and act to people around us. Yes, we're not made perfect, but we can always ask Him for wisdom and guidance on how to do this and that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking daily with Him is a must. We all have 24hours to manage. The more we relate and connect with Him, the more we'll be like Him, see things like Him, share the same passion and desires with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's never too late to repent if we've fallen out of His path. Our God is sovereign. His mercies are new every morning. Our God is a loving God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1001533644497783742?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1001533644497783742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1001533644497783742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1001533644497783742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1001533644497783742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/ambassador-of-jesus.html' title='Ambassador of Jesus'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-3060119461436620128</id><published>2011-11-18T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:24:51.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>I'm flooded with decision-making everyday. We all do. So many choices to make in one day.&lt;div&gt;I need You Lord, Your wisdom to guide me in choosing the right options, to select what is right and good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3060119461436620128?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3060119461436620128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3060119461436620128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3060119461436620128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3060119461436620128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-695284799919812041</id><published>2011-11-17T21:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:12:33.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Sam's Big Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First thing first : Blog changed its blogging colour to blue, kinda 'arglee'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some photos taken on Sam's wedding hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It.was.lovely! It.was.fairytale.like!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtv9spVasMY/TsUR6PVxtSI/AAAAAAAABQk/1aXpYNPvX8A/s1600/wed1.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtv9spVasMY/TsUR6PVxtSI/AAAAAAAABQk/1aXpYNPvX8A/s320/wed1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962597618332962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PJ Gospel Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWdoGQgcVls/TsUR6JiAM3I/AAAAAAAABQY/gyLPhd8kWsc/s1600/wed20.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zWdoGQgcVls/TsUR6JiAM3I/AAAAAAAABQY/gyLPhd8kWsc/s320/wed20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962596059001714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister (by the score stand) led the bride and daddy in by singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo hohoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlA5nOTBf60/TsUR5YOM-oI/AAAAAAAABQQ/oTY9x5kpNWA/s1600/wed3.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlA5nOTBf60/TsUR5YOM-oI/AAAAAAAABQQ/oTY9x5kpNWA/s320/wed3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962582822615682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYOXlkR0MqE/TsUR5EGWwUI/AAAAAAAABP8/3g8b-Og-5tc/s1600/wed19.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYOXlkR0MqE/TsUR5EGWwUI/AAAAAAAABP8/3g8b-Og-5tc/s320/wed19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962577420992834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7zbTas5mlU/TsUR49UvpyI/AAAAAAAABP0/Xz00cK0DPYo/s1600/wed2.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7zbTas5mlU/TsUR49UvpyI/AAAAAAAABP0/Xz00cK0DPYo/s320/wed2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962575602296610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kids presentation :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOrzPu5UGRE/TsURpURiOeI/AAAAAAAABPo/RdXmw4VXqdI/s1600/wed4.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOrzPu5UGRE/TsURpURiOeI/AAAAAAAABPo/RdXmw4VXqdI/s320/wed4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962306884942306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(above) and the sweet and radiant couple :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are friends from Mentakab, we went to Sunday school together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hnfn-rItToo/TsURpQcRxgI/AAAAAAAABPU/QcDyxPdYUrA/s1600/wed5.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hnfn-rItToo/TsURpQcRxgI/AAAAAAAABPU/QcDyxPdYUrA/s320/wed5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962305856259586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFGbrgOm1W8/TsURpKAMHTI/AAAAAAAABPM/IoUC7gkRKFA/s1600/wed6.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFGbrgOm1W8/TsURpKAMHTI/AAAAAAAABPM/IoUC7gkRKFA/s320/wed6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962304127835442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom's ex-colleague. Formerly a discipline teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.be.nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heh heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTv4vQLph5w/TsURoXasBkI/AAAAAAAABPE/eoqX9Y8_wqk/s1600/wed7.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTv4vQLph5w/TsURoXasBkI/AAAAAAAABPE/eoqX9Y8_wqk/s320/wed7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962290548770370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Centre is Cassie :) the bride's sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoo pweety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ybp-pAQ0kws/TsURWEaGvVI/AAAAAAAABOs/divYxjyrXwE/s320/wed9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961976208407890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okie this is the Passion Road. Beautiful place for an afternoon reception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I really liked the whole table musical theme (my group was Michael Learns To Rock haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with little handmade red baskets for everyone as souvenirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the details!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bobdo20GVY4/TsURoThEOGI/AAAAAAAABO0/aGa0PbEgxCs/s320/wed8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675962289501780066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXZd7BdgQpE/TsURWAPXcjI/AAAAAAAABOY/xyXqUruZ6Bk/s1600/wed10.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXZd7BdgQpE/TsURWAPXcjI/AAAAAAAABOY/xyXqUruZ6Bk/s320/wed10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961975089623602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND there were sweets corner for kids! Yeah, for KIDS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those sweets where I grew up eating lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went 'awwh!' over them for like 3 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI3wZh8ak8g/TsURVwIAqaI/AAAAAAAABOQ/V_235I0vHUo/s1600/wed11.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OI3wZh8ak8g/TsURVwIAqaI/AAAAAAAABOQ/V_235I0vHUo/s320/wed11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961970763803042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_kxZzx350U/TsURVLagyOI/AAAAAAAABOE/SPyTBrs4KyA/s1600/wed12.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h_kxZzx350U/TsURVLagyOI/AAAAAAAABOE/SPyTBrs4KyA/s320/wed12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961960909293794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Old time Candies teeheehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apollo now has 3 sticks in it instead of four in those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whaaaat?! Cheating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the red bear bubblegum had tattoos last time, it made me look cool B-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now it's just a blank wrapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUOKrktv9_Y/TsURVD0Lx_I/AAAAAAAABN4/FIM14K2HV70/s1600/wed13.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oUOKrktv9_Y/TsURVD0Lx_I/AAAAAAAABN4/FIM14K2HV70/s320/wed13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961958869485554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my Sunday school teachers I met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSNyhHbQ5XA/TsUQfuIVExI/AAAAAAAABNU/6vEUT12B1_c/s1600/wed14.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: 180px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zSNyhHbQ5XA/TsUQfuIVExI/AAAAAAAABNU/6vEUT12B1_c/s320/wed14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961042515333906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom's ex-colleague with her all-grown-up-already daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvlGFZxgT2g/TsUQfJWDfBI/AAAAAAAABNE/SMmTc3WuobI/s1600/wed15.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvlGFZxgT2g/TsUQfJWDfBI/AAAAAAAABNE/SMmTc3WuobI/s320/wed15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961032640789522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahah! Beside me is Grace. All I remember was : In camp, I was so shy to make friends but then somehow we became friends and she lent me all her G2 Pilot coloured pens to write down Bible verses and notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back then, Pilot pens are like THE most awesome pen to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmkSJ1tvQzk/TsUQe2aLIDI/AAAAAAAABM4/ILYUl4KymWE/s1600/wed16.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmkSJ1tvQzk/TsUQe2aLIDI/AAAAAAAABM4/ILYUl4KymWE/s320/wed16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961027557793842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sis, Sam (in red) and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really happy for her to have finally found her The One :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like how she was just being herself on her Big Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's always looking naturally beautiful every time I see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aDSYRsAb5w/TsUQeeJL6jI/AAAAAAAABMw/j2HjNJj3mWU/s1600/wed17.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8fkb_ptm2o/TsUQeb_Vd-I/AAAAAAAABMk/IdWcLKO0UA0/s1600/wed18.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: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8fkb_ptm2o/TsUQeb_Vd-I/AAAAAAAABMk/IdWcLKO0UA0/s320/wed18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675961020465903586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the final photo session :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, the wedding was fantabulous and everyone had a greeeat time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-695284799919812041?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/695284799919812041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=695284799919812041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/695284799919812041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/695284799919812041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/sams-big-day.html' title='Sam&apos;s Big Day'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-Xtv9spVasMY/TsUR6PVxtSI/AAAAAAAABQk/1aXpYNPvX8A/s72-c/wed1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-5435003202878071722</id><published>2011-11-15T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T16:23:06.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>When can I relax</title><content type='html'>It's a tiring month for me. Exams after exams, and projects and assignments to do. I can't wait to get rid of all my projects by handing them in tomorrow- At 4.01pm, Wednesday, I'll be the happiest kid in town, ever! And then back to exams for the next week and next next week -.- Gaaah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've planned out what to do in December. Looks like, life is always on the fast track and I &lt;b&gt;need.to.go.on.a.holiday (like seriously!).&lt;/b&gt; But I still have something big to prepare for next year @.@ of which I don't want to think about it right now, stressful lah #.#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5435003202878071722?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5435003202878071722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5435003202878071722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5435003202878071722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5435003202878071722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-can-i-relax.html' title='When can I relax'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2148455627175052697</id><published>2011-11-14T22:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:17:00.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Feeling Yaphne</title><content type='html'>I have this friend of mine who is really funny, comes out with all sort of funny sound and funny names like... Yaphne. Sooooo &lt;i&gt;beautifully ugly &lt;/i&gt;I would say haha :D Her name is Angel Ooh by the way ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was having my QT with Jesus, and when I look to Him, like really really look to Him in prayers, all my problems seem to become so small. What was left important in my entire life wasn't the worries of life, it was just Him- Jesus. He is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only You, who cares to know my needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only You, who knows all my desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only You, can love me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only You, can I forever trust and hold on to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder O Lord, what are your plans for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder O Lord, what have You gotta' say to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder O Lord, are You thinking of me right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder O Lord, how much You love me??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God just wants us to choose Him. He gave us a choice to make.He doesn't care so much about how good we are, what our strengths, abilities and skills can do, He just wants a love relationship with us, a fellowship with His child(ren). He wants us to spend time with Him, not with all the ritual stuffs that we do like how many times you fast and pray and all the flowery praising words. He just wants the heart, sincere and real, and talk to Him. Our God is soo big, so strong and so mighty, there's nothing our God kenot do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at myself- inadequate, imperfect, zero experience in music, frail and there's nothing to brag about myself. I am a nobody. But He loves me for who I am. And He created me for His very own reason. He has a plan for meeee. Walking everyday with Him sounds like the best.thing.ever to do to remain connected with Him, and to hear His heart's desire. Don't we all want to know what an awesome God like Him is thinking about us? And what is on His mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You are so good so good sooo good to me and my family, and faithful, and Your great infinity love, therefore, Yaphne chooses You ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2148455627175052697?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2148455627175052697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2148455627175052697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2148455627175052697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2148455627175052697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/feeling-yaphne.html' title='Feeling Yaphne'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5883360557672474105</id><published>2011-11-12T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:20:46.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There it goes, again.&lt;div&gt;Urhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5883360557672474105?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5883360557672474105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5883360557672474105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5883360557672474105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5883360557672474105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-it-goes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4269883541304094417</id><published>2011-11-11T14:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:26:03.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3xVs2pHKs8/TrzL-LAPNlI/AAAAAAAABKc/O_zOkP8K6BA/s1600/waterfall.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: 184px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3xVs2pHKs8/TrzL-LAPNlI/AAAAAAAABKc/O_zOkP8K6BA/s400/waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673633899546097234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... are pweetty to look at. Alluring and tempting.&lt;div&gt;A &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; sight to behold, externally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I invest my feelings in it, thinking of jumping in, well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what lies inside it. Its internal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a current in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharp rocks. Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help it for being short-sighted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is something to remind myself- waterfalls, beautiful but dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4269883541304094417?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4269883541304094417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4269883541304094417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4269883541304094417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4269883541304094417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/waterfalls.html' title='Waterfalls'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-_3xVs2pHKs8/TrzL-LAPNlI/AAAAAAAABKc/O_zOkP8K6BA/s72-c/waterfall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-118995101134446116</id><published>2011-11-10T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:56:47.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Because of You</title><content type='html'>Only Your word remains faithful.&lt;div&gt;Only Your promise I can trust, and hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because You are faithful, so then, I will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-118995101134446116?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/118995101134446116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=118995101134446116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/118995101134446116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/118995101134446116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/because-of-you.html' title='Because of You'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-6055333549048405153</id><published>2011-11-08T23:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:31:07.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Cockroach buster</title><content type='html'>Way tha' go bruther!&lt;div&gt;For being a cockroach buster :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That adorable little fella in his blue pyjamas squashed mr.cockroach that was charging towards me like nobody's business, with a all rolled-up newspaper of his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi-yah! Hi-yah! HI-YAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All he did was a little murmuring : "Oh he's upside down now,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, using some toilet roll, he wiped off that half dead hard-shelled species, leaving the stain there for me to clean up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brother's 10. And I'm 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get goosebumps on cockroaches, and lizards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6055333549048405153?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6055333549048405153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6055333549048405153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6055333549048405153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6055333549048405153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/cockroach-buster.html' title='Cockroach buster'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1798020529168167359</id><published>2011-11-08T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:57:13.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>It's alwayz You!</title><content type='html'>I don't know how, I don't know what to do, but God You'll provide.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time when I look at the hardships and challenges in front of me, ooohhsshh, they are REALLY big ones, and scary...! And then I thought to myself, "I'll never make it thru for this one, or this time," BUT I understand, by God's grace and strength, I can overcome it.&lt;div&gt;Remember this : "I can do al things thru' Christ who strengthens me," Philippians 4:13 a very famous comforting affirming verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this, provided I walk closely, pray, read the Bible and seek Him everyday. Not just "Oh thank You for the day, yawns, grant me a good night sleep and sweet dreams, Amen!" (Yeapie I used to pray like that because I lacked the respect and my heart was somewhere else). Talk to God! Tell Him how I feel, what am I thinking, my worries, my fears, my day, my desires etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need You to give me fresh new ideas and inspiration in my work. I desire the satisfaction of being able to release what I feel and what I think through the music that I produce that mesmerizes everyone who hears it. Yes, I can get really emotional teehee but really really I'm like seeeeriously-shy to show it out nyeheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up the guitar, strummed a few simple chords and then all of a sudden&lt;i&gt; it&lt;/i&gt; just came back to me. &lt;i&gt;It &lt;/i&gt;means the passion. I lost it on the way. That is the worst thing a musician can ever loose a &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gota be daring to do something new! Think out of ze box. Be creative :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teeheeheeheeheeheehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1798020529168167359?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1798020529168167359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1798020529168167359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1798020529168167359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1798020529168167359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-alwayz-you.html' title='It&apos;s alwayz You!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1361088451445152798</id><published>2011-11-06T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:36:45.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>I want my cendol</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it!&lt;div&gt;I still haven't tasted a single DROP of Aunty Koh's famous local cendol in Melacca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location : Klebang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today was my THIRD attempt of traveling all the way down to Melacca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard that she 'perah' her own 'santan' and made her own 'gula Melaka'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall drive down again this coming weekend! Or maybe the next one, because I have a wedding to attend. What a day trip! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll promise to reach there by 12pm the next round! Ohhhh yes I will! I'm marking my own words right now heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lunch was really awesome. My aunt made us homemade 'nasi dagang' and 'lontong' and other local Malay delicacies. Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all my Malay friends and relatives :) We got lost for awhile in Melacca, can you imagine that?? In Melacca. For 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still flabbergasted over the whole cendol thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THRID TIME MAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1361088451445152798?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1361088451445152798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1361088451445152798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1361088451445152798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1361088451445152798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-want-my-cendol.html' title='I want my cendol'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-3117416074382368270</id><published>2011-11-05T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:26:49.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D98xY7FqCkM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fFatXZl6v4Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zlA5IDnpGhc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus, Your Name is above all names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your name is higher than the heavens, higher than all created things, higher than my hopes, higher than my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I call upon Your name, I find my safety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I look closely to God, ALL my problems, big and small grew smaller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of the biggest thing you could even think of... Well, God is bigger than that thing you just thought of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if our God is for us, then who could ever stop us, and if our God is with us, then what could stand against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank You for the hardships I'm going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It made me realized that I was so comfortable sitting down, complacent and as if I do not need Your help. That's being lukewarm. That's a BIG NO NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so many things to pray for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a good session of singing my heart out to You with some play-along from Youtube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3117416074382368270?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3117416074382368270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3117416074382368270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3117416074382368270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3117416074382368270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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://img.youtube.com/vi/D98xY7FqCkM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8485165228945772418</id><published>2011-11-05T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:14:09.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Pop Corn Reminder</title><content type='html'>He who began a good work in You will be faithful to complete it. He'll see you through and accomplish it.&lt;div&gt;For I have plans to prosper you, to give you hope and future, plans not to harm you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ways are not your ways, my thoughts are not your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With me, you are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your weakness, I am strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These words and verses (above) just keep popping out like pop corns. I thought that " Okay God, You already have Chris Tomlin, Dan Macaulay and other faithful servants of Yours in the music ministry, I'm just a peanut or a bean sprout in a large field, how is that gonna' harvest huh??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I read back my old notes from my journaling book, this song, which I'm still trying to figure out on youtube -.- :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You brought me this far, I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll lead me all the way home. And&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your faithfulness won't let me go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's never gonna let me go! He knows what He's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8485165228945772418?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8485165228945772418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8485165228945772418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8485165228945772418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8485165228945772418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/pop-corn-reminder.html' title='Pop Corn Reminder'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5304675849786038520</id><published>2011-11-04T22:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:17:41.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Button pressed, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;God I trust that You'll make a way for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what were You thinking when I decided to board on this 'boat' with you and what in the world am I doing what I'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, today, tomorrow, now and forever, You'll always be the same.&lt;div&gt;You are honest and good, and Your ways are loving and faithful (Psalms 25:8 &amp;amp; 10).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wrong button has been pressed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT I'll be faithful to You, coz You are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running away and be a quitter isn't a solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Switching my course to what I first wanted is just merely an excuse to escape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the next Jonah isn't a good idea after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when I made mistakes, please don't remember them. Remember me because You love me. Lord, You are good (25:7). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5304675849786038520?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5304675849786038520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5304675849786038520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5304675849786038520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5304675849786038520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/button-pressed-again.html' title='Button pressed, again'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4729329169699585635</id><published>2011-11-02T21:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:26:10.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Somebody please</title><content type='html'>Urghhh when are they gonna' go away? This flu and this awful feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just felt like talking to someone who listens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's just too busy.&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/4251672126295504960-4729329169699585635?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4729329169699585635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4729329169699585635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4729329169699585635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4729329169699585635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/somebody-please.html' title='Somebody please'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-470156949083375880</id><published>2011-11-02T09:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:53:06.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>You don't really mean it, don't you?&lt;div&gt;If only the heart of yours is genuine and sincere for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, at least if I know it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This too, reminds me about my heart for God, whether am I genuine and sincere for Him. Not being luke warm, but being hot and not cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-470156949083375880?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/470156949083375880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=470156949083375880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/470156949083375880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/470156949083375880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-223309498182757821</id><published>2011-10-27T16:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:29:19.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>When we pray</title><content type='html'>Be honest with Him.&lt;div&gt;Be real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We do not need to put on masks when we come to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He already knew what's going on in our hearts and our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how much we screwed things up, He isn't sick with our attitude as long as we come back to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at David. He's a good example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It isn't about what we can do for Him, or impressing Him with our strengths. He is drawn to us by our weaknesses and would gladly walk with us to overcome the storms in whatever state of life we're in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give Him the real us when we pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this line used by Dan Macaulay : (When you're troubled or distress) Run TO Him and not FROM Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-223309498182757821?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/223309498182757821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=223309498182757821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/223309498182757821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/223309498182757821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/when-we-pray.html' title='When we pray'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1451420831571343494</id><published>2011-10-25T20:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:28:42.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Good looking with good brains and a God-fearing man is either being taken, or he is just one in a million.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times like this, waiting for the Best to come, it requires patience, guarding of heart and, trust especially in God to say "Here is the one, that I've created, just for you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I know... It's a debating topic of what I've just wrote in the first few lines. But hey, it's just a thought of mine. There's no right or wrong in stuffs like this. For all you readers out there, this is just a THOUGHT, not a CONCLUSION or AFFIRMATION okie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's an old song that I always hum to myself whenever I think about relationships and God who writes my love story :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I think I've posted the same song years ago in one of the blogposts. Baaaaah, whatever, it's nice and related to me so I'm re-posting it :D Heehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzZCyY8rWvg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzZCyY8rWvg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1451420831571343494?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1451420831571343494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1451420831571343494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1451420831571343494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1451420831571343494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8523485110763599106</id><published>2011-10-25T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:17:24.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>A Family Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbT9UZJEtYg/Tqand6RdVgI/AAAAAAAABIM/D3qNuApcXqU/s1600/IMG_3460.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: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fbT9UZJEtYg/Tqand6RdVgI/AAAAAAAABIM/D3qNuApcXqU/s400/IMG_3460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667401313392875010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all who understands Hokkien, check out the name of the restaurant.&lt;div&gt;Found it along some street in Kuantan, and it became our family joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The owner of this restaurant is definitely NOT a Hokkien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&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/4251672126295504960-8523485110763599106?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8523485110763599106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8523485110763599106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8523485110763599106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8523485110763599106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-joke.html' title='A Family Joke'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-fbT9UZJEtYg/Tqand6RdVgI/AAAAAAAABIM/D3qNuApcXqU/s72-c/IMG_3460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-888160225450607229</id><published>2011-10-20T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:21:40.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>There is no perfect father (Thailand)</title><content type='html'>While doing our own things in one of the practice rooms today, Christine, out of a sudden asked me and Joyee to watch a video. It then made us both cried :( :( sheesh, why Christine why! We were practicing, playing games, resting etc. and you had to make us cry in that 3.04 minutes video clip gahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ue-8pEcXoVI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ue-8pEcXoVI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to Thai Life Insurance. It reminded me of Malaysia's Petronas company who also always comes out with meaningful video clips ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-888160225450607229?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/888160225450607229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=888160225450607229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/888160225450607229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/888160225450607229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/there-is-no-perfect-father-thailand.html' title='There is no perfect father (Thailand)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-6701502103140601062</id><published>2011-10-19T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:38:26.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>I.am.so.hungree.and.tired.&lt;div&gt;I.need.to.get.myself.a.white.dress.soon.for.upcoming.weddings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.have.to.do.my.projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.think.I'm.gonna.eat.bathe.then.sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh.I.dislike.reaching.home.late.after.school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look.at.the.time.now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6701502103140601062?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6701502103140601062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6701502103140601062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6701502103140601062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6701502103140601062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/untitled_19.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-9081209894781552996</id><published>2011-10-18T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:48:26.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I really thank God for all that has happened. &lt;div&gt;Thank You for opening my eyes to see things clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad that You have directed and guided me all the way to where I am right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm half way thru'. And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the journey has started, lets continue to travel! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could sing of Your love, forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-9081209894781552996?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/9081209894781552996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=9081209894781552996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9081209894781552996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9081209894781552996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-8191744199089250796</id><published>2011-10-17T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T20:43:08.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>My everything</title><content type='html'>Everything will be fine.&lt;div&gt;Grey skies will roll away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun will come out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coz You're my everything :)&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/4251672126295504960-8191744199089250796?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8191744199089250796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8191744199089250796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8191744199089250796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8191744199089250796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-everything.html' title='My everything'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4822067644767385833</id><published>2011-10-17T11:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:01:37.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>From my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Lord Jesus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Take me to a deeper level of spiritual maturity : in all that I do, feel, think, say and act. May Your wisdom and favour be with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me to a deeper level of prayer too: to pray for Your purpose to come true in me, to pray for my family and each other's ministry, to exercise Your gifting and talents, to pray for my people and nations of Malaysia, to fall on my knees, be still and give You my heart, to pray that I'll continue to guard my heart until You bring the right one to me, he who also has a sincere heart for You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach and train me, to be a godly woman after Your heart. And all the ups and downs of life, I'll learn how to be a tougher person, become the person and character You wanted me to be, that pleases You. And to live a distinct life that reflects You living in me, not to conform and tolerate with the world (this is one of the hardest trainings).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that You won't discard me even if I made mistakes, because of Your abundant Grace. I'll not limit You and boxed You up in little space anymore. You are able :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this, I trust in Your unfailing Love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll fix my eyes on You, only You :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One and only sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daphne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4822067644767385833?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4822067644767385833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4822067644767385833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4822067644767385833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4822067644767385833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-my-heart.html' title='From my heart'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-6600277709334389485</id><published>2011-10-16T20:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:00:00.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Can I travel</title><content type='html'>I want to travel.&lt;div&gt;To somewhere far,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To somewhere I've never been before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To somewhere where I can just observe people and their loved ones, doing things together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To somewhere where I can take a walk in my summer dress with the cool wind, blowing and caressing my cheeks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To somewhere where I can just enjoy God's creations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To somewhere away from the internet and TV and keep out of touch with the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to just sit and spend time praying with my precious Saviour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that in His time, He makes all things beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*No money to travel lah, have to work while studying then. Aiks :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6600277709334389485?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6600277709334389485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6600277709334389485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6600277709334389485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6600277709334389485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/can-i-travel.html' title='Can I travel'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-673691178378697141</id><published>2011-10-16T19:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:01:08.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>I'll get there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With His help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Floating in the middle of the sea, alone, I was so afraid of all the unknowns surrounding me (creepy crawling sea creatures and sharks), especially the ones I cannot see under my two bare feet. All by myself in the deep sea, BUT I know, I just know that Someone is watching over me. What lies ahead of me was a shore. On the shore, there were trees, a village and ONLY ONE tall gigantic mountain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep getting pictures of how He would take really delicate and good care of me, because I know I'm on my training lessons, and God is my Trainer. This (training), I'm aware of and so are His promises and assurances. Once He made His promises, oh yes, you betcha' He'll keep them well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the closest picture I could get from Google. Almost EXACTLY from my vision, except that I had a closer view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one and only tall gigantic mountain island :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YL-vr-GgoSE/TprKPRHbReI/AAAAAAAABIA/utzhOTOtIEQ/s400/Island.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664061845013218786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is scary, but I'll get there :) Just hanging on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Holds breath*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/4251672126295504960-673691178378697141?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/673691178378697141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=673691178378697141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/673691178378697141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/673691178378697141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/ill-get-there.html' title='I&apos;ll get there...'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-YL-vr-GgoSE/TprKPRHbReI/AAAAAAAABIA/utzhOTOtIEQ/s72-c/Island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-8035736414771542927</id><published>2011-10-15T11:14:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T16:32:47.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Week-end</title><content type='html'>WE survivied!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The WEE siblings survived a week without their parents ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone's coming back home today heh. Everything's gonna be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more grumpy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more 'who's gonna cook? Who's gonna do the dishes? Who's gonna settle the clothing? Who's gonna send Derrick for tuition (That'll be definitely me ehehe :P) ?? '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This means, we'll have more prayer time too :) I missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One coming back from Thailand, another from Ipoh just arrived, the other just got back from PD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I couldn't sleep well. &lt;b&gt;I was in my dream,&lt;/b&gt; driving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was totally weird. Sitting in the car, tapping on the Jamie Cullum's song rhythm and always had emergency breaks because I lost focus on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it was because of the colourful spider I encountered 2-3 days ago on my side window (this was in reality), I got scared, wound down my window, blew the spider out, and then had emergency break that I almost hit the expensive car in front of me. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream driving is totally not cool at all. It kills your sleep, and makes you nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-8035736414771542927?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/8035736414771542927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=8035736414771542927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8035736414771542927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/8035736414771542927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/random.html' title='Week-end'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5371386762075541522</id><published>2011-10-12T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:34:42.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, no potatoes picture today. We did wrap wrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'll just start my assignments right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might not blog these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5371386762075541522?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5371386762075541522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5371386762075541522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5371386762075541522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5371386762075541522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/untitled_12.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4215417489800411990</id><published>2011-10-11T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:12:22.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Mommy baked again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I reached home around 4.13pm today. The sound of the mixer (flour and butter) delighted my heart.&lt;div&gt;"Mom's baking again!" I whispered to myself with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walnut raisins pandan cupcake. Best in the world! Soft and fluffy, crisp in the outer layer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've been uploading cupcakes like a zillion times, heh heh, but it gets better everytime ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kOL6a20deAE/TpQO0D4g9II/AAAAAAAABHQ/P0zCGHdvRBU/s400/P1120245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662166919069889666" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6BfHA8poNw/TpQO0phyFlI/AAAAAAAABHs/SVtAOr4I8Fk/s400/P1120247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662166929175090770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The joker (Derrick) dislikes walnut inside his cupcake, mom removed it for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See first cupcake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMhKp8vMWMo/TpQO0Xl7t2I/AAAAAAAABHc/2GZ_wVVfiio/s400/P1120246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662166924360660834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the absolute fantabulous fresh mushroom soup! Hot and creamy. If you think Pizza Hut's mushroom soup is good, think again. It's not even in my list of food. Yes, my family is really picky when comes to food. I bet if grandfather is still here with us, he'll definitely be over the moon when he tastes THIS- home made by his daughter. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, we'll be doing potatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take a picture of it when it's ready ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a family thing- we just enjoy being picky, cooking, baking and eating fresh good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Flashes teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second batch- with some bits of cranberry in it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for her friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s22nOSHCLOg/TpQS5akq2NI/AAAAAAAABH0/bxRoejIdT4w/s400/P1120249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662171409106524370" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4215417489800411990?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4215417489800411990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4215417489800411990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4215417489800411990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4215417489800411990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/mommy-baked-again.html' title='Mommy baked again!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-kOL6a20deAE/TpQO0D4g9II/AAAAAAAABHQ/P0zCGHdvRBU/s72-c/P1120245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-708303423706152744</id><published>2011-10-10T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:41:31.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Shy no more!</title><content type='html'>My lecturer said I kenot be shy shy anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musicianship is important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kenot be shy shy anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musicians are supposed to be expressive. Yes, I'm in a music school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe, it took me quite awhile to realize this fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Slow mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-708303423706152744?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/708303423706152744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=708303423706152744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/708303423706152744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/708303423706152744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/shy-no-more.html' title='Shy no more!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5577007507467438988</id><published>2011-10-10T12:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:16:42.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Receiving week</title><content type='html'>So much to say, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... really, I don't know where to start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that God is preparing me and my family to do something, something I would have never imagined. And He'll walk with me, even though I do not know where I'm at/going. Therefore, clinging on to Him is important. And He's going to raise leaders to disciple the young people for great work to be done in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more short-sightedness, no more cooping in my shell. It's time. I'm pretty sure of what I'm suppose to do now. But need to spend some more time in prayers for confirmation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it has been a good week. Been receiving warnings and visions which I won't write them down here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my daddy and I can't wait to tell him all that is happening. Be safe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MaeSot&lt;/span&gt; evangelizing to the prisoners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5577007507467438988?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5577007507467438988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5577007507467438988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5577007507467438988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5577007507467438988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/receiving-week.html' title='Receiving week'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2636278970986823954</id><published>2011-10-09T15:44:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:58:08.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Secondary school peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSolIyDNtxI/TpFr-DrIgZI/AAAAAAAABHI/agJRD5gtSVY/s1600/uuuuuuu.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sSolIyDNtxI/TpFr-DrIgZI/AAAAAAAABHI/agJRD5gtSVY/s320/uuuuuuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661424920463704466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fY1yKf3M3wQ/TpFV4tFpbqI/AAAAAAAABEo/yQ9mPB-_bzw/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661400639245741730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Preveena, YungXin, Navin, Me, Yuha, Vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;otha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;It's been awhile now. A year has past. We went through PMR and SPM t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;ogether-gether, tuitions, camps and Bengkel SPM in UM, and all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;he funny happenings in school as pengawas for 5 years, being the target of almost every teachers in school LOL, boys we liked and subjects we despised but managed to put up with, and the rest of the DRAMAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, I kinda missed it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting some of them up yesterday for breakfast was good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preveena (Pina) : my toilet partner, dancing queen, and my one and only Twilight critic friend! ;) Instead of "Oh shiat don't look (coz someone's coming)!" she w&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;ent "Oh look don't shiat!" LOL. She squeeks aloott too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuha : Bravest but can be shy at times, mysterious and hard to crack her secrets out, dislikes Sony Erricson but still uses it anyway -.- used to text me when there's song played on the radio that we loveee or songs that reminded us about something/someone and I had to rush to tune in to that station :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;D 'I laik your beard!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinotha : The brain! Smarty skirt. She was born to do all sort of Maths questions. She wears her pyjamas as early as 5pm! :D Never underestimate her because she's highly alert in whatever conversation that's going on. "Vhy lah? Vhere are we going??" :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YungXin : Another smart one who studied a little but is a scorer. Happy go lucky, carefree. Bowling is her forte. When she's mad, she's reeeal mad so don't mess with her or else she'll throw you her bowling ball :B Kidding teehee. I remember her gi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;ving out organic lollipops because they're healthy sweets, plus h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;er mom owns an organic shop :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Navin : She's a storybook&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;. She has different interesting stories every time we meet. Unpredictable one haha. She's good in imitating voices for prank calls :D She should be a deejay on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;the radio someday :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day we're all gonna come out to the world and work, ge&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;t married and grow some white hairs, and laugh at each other's white hairs :D We'll still remain as good friends. They are also one of the main reasons I didn't left that school. I'll never forget them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course my whole classmates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9pnhOvLUlI/TpFos7_JcpI/AAAAAAAABG4/Y03Fn3XZKBA/s320/usu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661421327807509138" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12cqqGQwCh8/TpFozcb9FSI/AAAAAAAABHA/vthZux4f4kM/s320/uu1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661421439597483298" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iDD7lmF8pEI/TpFos67rBSI/AAAAAAAABGw/CWeTxnVD2EA/s320/us%2Bagain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661421327524496674" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuZUzhUYuZ4/TpFkOGZqGeI/AAAAAAAABGo/1bgFlcKTrOw/s1600/u6.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuZUzhUYuZ4/TpFkOGZqGeI/AAAAAAAABGo/1bgFlcKTrOw/s320/u6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661416399980599778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yupJDD3rnbw/TpFj89mWIuI/AAAAAAAABGg/LmYc4JbOFjk/s320/u4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661416105560122082" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U24CVpmX_LI/TpFjm19s_rI/AAAAAAAABGY/wm2OsITrtew/s320/u5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661415725553483442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQZT93kdLU0/TpFjmtwR1bI/AAAAAAAABGQ/lRjNGnZFXLE/s320/u3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661415723349693874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HGxEbBhuIc/TpFjmtY1hcI/AAAAAAAABGI/ubAXpwdJb9g/s320/u2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661415723251369410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6vUxS-ifctw/TpFjCgGdPqI/AAAAAAAABGA/rNUPUWNv-bU/s320/u1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661415101209329314" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KWrk5fDGKOw/TpFizBAAD-I/AAAAAAAABFw/qJZoY06U_Cc/s320/uhu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661414835162714082" /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUrSZCQ2Ddw/TpFiJReVBfI/AAAAAAAABFg/DEpGqZbXPvk/s1600/uuu.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: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUrSZCQ2Ddw/TpFiJReVBfI/AAAAAAAABFg/DEpGqZbXPvk/s320/uuu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661414118030378482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_QxG2EURvg/TpFiJNPj-TI/AAAAAAAABFY/OiwO310U1xg/s1600/uus.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q_QxG2EURvg/TpFiJNPj-TI/AAAAAAAABFY/OiwO310U1xg/s320/uus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661414116894701874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dk9L4h1-rds/TpFWDUAtfAI/AAAAAAAABE4/ktVlocEi-Eg/s200/usu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661400821492710402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4HAAL7qAUo/TpFWDM7B8qI/AAAAAAAABEw/jjBOly0ENPM/s200/usss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661400819589837474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW1XoSmNBuc/TpFgp0XoqRI/AAAAAAAABFA/fuKqjFEU7Bg/s320/us.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661412478130104594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn, we cry, we study hard, we score, we laugh, we get laughed at, we yell at each other, we get mad at each other, we sleep in class, we eat in class, we get stressed up together, we just love each other, don't we? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We play hard and study hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We'll never forget each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pure Science students are NOT that nerdy okay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't understand why are all my words being underlined :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&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/4251672126295504960-2636278970986823954?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2636278970986823954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2636278970986823954' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2636278970986823954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2636278970986823954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/secondary-school-peeps.html' title='Secondary school peeps'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-sSolIyDNtxI/TpFr-DrIgZI/AAAAAAAABHI/agJRD5gtSVY/s72-c/uuuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-2652962498121225143</id><published>2011-10-07T23:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:54:18.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Just relek lah ;)</title><content type='html'>After Acoustics exam today, my head felt like a spinning top (gasing). I went blank at the end part of long essay and I was praying for something to write. I tried to remember hard :( Managed to scribble some words down which I hope it made some senses but I drew the wrong diagram. Gaah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie. Right after handing in my papers, I stoned with my good friend CORLISS :D and then we spontaneously drove off to Midvalley for lunch. We got stuck for approximately 45 minutes in search of an empty car park. Hey, it's only 11.30am and it's a Friday, not a public holiday, and there wasn't any space for her Inspira. Sicked, we drove off to Tropicana City Mall. Along the way, we had simple talks from music to people whom we know to random topics and I tell you we girls switched topics pretty fast. All in all, I guessed we were comfortable hanging out as good friends. I was planning to get a simple.sweet.decent.and.elegant. white dress for my friend's wedding in November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch at TCM in a Japanese restaurant (of which I couldn't remember the name of it nyeheh) was pretty good, simple home-cooked style. Then we watched a movie : The Three Musketeers! Good movie, I just love the ending, I went nuts laughing at the ending but no one laughed :x it was just farnie and entertaining to me :D Stopped by at Corliss's house and hit on some black and white keys with her, never felt so being myself at the piano for a very long time. But it was just us, without worries thinking about hitting the wrong notes or how good we are. We just sat there and played the piano and laughed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and we ate so much today! I guess good food will always come to me because I'm blessed :) Lunch-Tutti Frutti-Thai food in Black Canyon-Chatime. We almost wanted to get popcorns but we had this interesting mushroom-oyster snack thing. Then we shopped in Kitschen. I bought 3 new dresses and, Corliss a lovely red top. Can't wait to show them to Esther and daddy when they get back ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good break right after exams with spontaneous programmes. Just relek lah ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start my projects and important-but-i-procrastinated homeworks during weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's breakfast with my dearies from secondary school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2652962498121225143?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2652962498121225143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2652962498121225143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2652962498121225143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2652962498121225143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-relek-lah.html' title='Just relek lah ;)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-1654152143649956434</id><published>2011-10-06T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:19:44.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Cooks cooking food</title><content type='html'>Jamie Oliver's Oliver's Twist is addictive! After 3 episodes of his cooking show, I just felt like cooking. But, mom cooked dinner. Nah, I just love watching cooking tv shows- Nigella's ones are good too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then grandmama called, saying she's going to China, Hong Kong and some island she said again for her holidays with friends. Aiks! I haven't been to China and I want to go. And she told me I could follow her to Hai Nan Dao :D next year -.-  pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning to go on a holiday trip around Asia in December with my family, but we haven't decided where yet. Maybe just KK hahaha. &lt;b&gt;As long as there's FOOD, and GOOD FOOD comes first then shopping then sight seeing, I'm so so fine with it! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seafood in Kota Kinabalu should be awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to FOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so interested in FOOD that I should cook often, but I don't really have time :'( That's frustrating, when you want to do something you like but you need to do other important stuffs first. Gaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie, I should stop blogging and think about food but to start mugging Acoustics right NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-1654152143649956434?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/1654152143649956434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=1654152143649956434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1654152143649956434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/1654152143649956434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/jamie-olivers-olivers-twist-is.html' title='Cooks cooking food'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-3763713546421196341</id><published>2011-10-05T18:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T00:22:47.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Any senses?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting here with my good friend, CHRISTINE OH ING YAN mugging Moral Studies, I felt laik a rotten vegetable :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't see what I'd get from memorizing Moral Studies :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the mess on our desks! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we had no choice but to stone now because we had enough of memorizing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog post doesn't make any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know, is that KLCC is sooo pweeeety from here :D Really! We're sitting in the first floor, looking out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we took Mentos Strawberry gum from Aleif. Yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog post doesn't make any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XqeP0xS5ISY/TowxwvBXubI/AAAAAAAABDI/F6cAD8qfqoE/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.23%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659953545023568306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SfFIy7Dwlf0/TowyBV4UxnI/AAAAAAAABDQ/CCeghMKmlg8/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.23%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659953830332515954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWrZuZgm654/TowyZWpVfuI/AAAAAAAABDg/cJ-qDlnTT00/s200/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.23%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659954242854944482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              This is REALLY a retarded eyes-closed picture, nyeheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FeJa83nqidM/TowzhTiel4I/AAAAAAAABDo/wPH1qhtUdnQ/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659955478971455362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-91sLAQgVRNs/TowzylWOn2I/AAAAAAAABDw/G65akYZidrE/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.25%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659955775809691490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKOK back to memorising :O :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3763713546421196341?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3763713546421196341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3763713546421196341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3763713546421196341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3763713546421196341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/any-senses.html' title='Any senses?'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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/-XqeP0xS5ISY/TowxwvBXubI/AAAAAAAABDI/F6cAD8qfqoE/s72-c/4-up%2Bon%2B2011-10-05%2Bat%2B18.23%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-341069924865744164</id><published>2011-10-03T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:42:56.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Art of Music</title><content type='html'>Nyesterday, Someone opened my eyes on how to do solo. For the past 9 months I wasn't sure of what I'm doing in a music school. I was blur but sure to be in a music school. But I guess, this, I need not to think too much trying to have solutions for every questions in me. It's only my first year and it's also a time of trial and error period for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to feel bad or compare myself to other musicians. It's a year of discovering and learning. It's a process, There is a time for everything, definitely. And in His time, because this is where He has placed me in, He'll see me through every seasons and will prosper me according to His own timing. Same goes to everyone too where He sent you out to where your field is, His favour will be with you, provided that we must walk closely with Him daily.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Learning the art of Music is a process.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm praying everyday, asking the Lord what's my strength in this area so that I can use it, and what's my weakness so that I can improve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-341069924865744164?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/341069924865744164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=341069924865744164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/341069924865744164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/341069924865744164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/art-of-music.html' title='Art of Music'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-7197359904180726191</id><published>2011-10-03T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:19:21.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Happy Tinker alas!</title><content type='html'>After the long hours of jam in KL, I threw myself on the couch and decided to watch Tinker Bell on Disney channel. Never felt like a 5-year-old kiddie again! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storyline started off with Tinker Bell not very happy with who she is and what her talent is. She compares herself with her friends who are the Nature-talent Fairies (garden fairies, water fairies, light fairies, animal fairies etc.). Only the Nature-talent Fairies are able to cross over to the mainland(where we humans live) to bring each season. She wants to visit the mainland but couldn't because she's a tinker and tinkers do crafts. Finally, after all the troubles and trials she has gone thru', she learns to accept who she is and her talent as a tinker, and of corse happy with what she's doing. The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part is, there's NO mushy mushy smoochy kissing scenes! Nowadays it's so hard to find chick flicks girly movies without any of those &lt;i&gt;thingy&lt;/i&gt; in it. Hey, even cartoons these days have those&lt;i&gt; stuffs&lt;/i&gt; and I laik Tinker Bell because it has lessons behind it without those &lt;i&gt;stuffs &lt;/i&gt;hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind all wonderland stories and fairy tales, little girls (or once a little girl :P) long to be part of something special or someone special (or someone's special one *eyebrows up down :D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I want to be a fairy nao!! So that I can flaaaaaaai (fly) teehee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7197359904180726191?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7197359904180726191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7197359904180726191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7197359904180726191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7197359904180726191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-tinker-alas.html' title='Happy Tinker alas!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-6507287019868036937</id><published>2011-10-01T20:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:22:40.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>Take my heart, won't You make me new (again)</title><content type='html'>I longed for this heart of worship again, and my fingers to run and roll freely on the keys with the Holy Spirit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Iw-Df22-bQA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Before You my heart is still&lt;br /&gt;Wanting just to be with You&lt;br /&gt;Waiting here&lt;br /&gt;I long for Your voice to speak&lt;br /&gt;Touch me now&lt;br /&gt;It's Your face I seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my soul longs for You&lt;br /&gt;To be with You, adore You&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Than to sing to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I'm in love with You&lt;br /&gt;Speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Whisper Your words of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAKE MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;WON'T YOU MAKE ME NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, how I love You&lt;br /&gt;How I love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees&lt;br /&gt;Before You I lay my life&lt;br /&gt;Giving all, a living sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Take my life&lt;br /&gt;And all that I long to be&lt;br /&gt;Set apart, only for You my King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my soul longs for You (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been playing in my head for 2 weeks. I finally got the lyrics right. Some old song lyrics are still dear and meaningful to me :) I like songs from different composers. But it just so happen it's one of Planet Shakers' song again nyeheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6507287019868036937?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6507287019868036937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6507287019868036937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6507287019868036937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6507287019868036937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-my-heart-wont-you-make-me-new.html' title='Take my heart, won&apos;t You make me new (again)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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://img.youtube.com/vi/Iw-Df22-bQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-4985967830747068231</id><published>2011-10-01T15:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T13:00:49.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Annoying people</title><content type='html'>While we were out today, I saw 2 situations with my mom which really annoyed us, especially me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; This lady who took a bag of rice from the shelves in Tesco, discovered and realized that the rice bag had a huge hole. Doing nothing, she left the rice pouring down like a running tap. What a waste! She knew it, but pretended &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; to know it and was busy lifting up another rice bag. Fuming, I went up and tilted the holed rice bag so that it stopped pouring down. Gee lady, what were you thinking! She definitely knew nothing how precious food are!! I had to swallow down my words of anger I almost lashed out my frustration at that lady.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This man, was pasting papers of 'skim pinjaman' with contact numbers on a TNB electric metal cupboard. He was tearing down old papers and yellow papers and deliberately left them on the ground! In the first place, no one is supposed to paste any advertisement on it, it's wrong. This litter bug really bugged my mind today.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Some people just need to learn how to be considerate and civilize la. Ish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4985967830747068231?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4985967830747068231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4985967830747068231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4985967830747068231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4985967830747068231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/10/annoying-people.html' title='Annoying people'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2885273590312161232</id><published>2011-09-27T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:34:05.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking... Just thinking.&lt;div&gt;Baaaa. Jumble of emotions again.&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/4251672126295504960-2885273590312161232?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2885273590312161232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2885273590312161232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2885273590312161232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2885273590312161232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-921184575702405356</id><published>2011-09-26T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:31:01.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>At a point</title><content type='html'>As I drove home along the highways and wide roads that lead to my home, I can't stop admiring the beautifully dimmed sun hanging high up on the light-tainted sky. Plus, I was playing one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hillsong's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; old album &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my car, singing God is faithful, His name higher than hopes and dreams etc. I felt my heart enlighten today :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His creations are simply amazing, breath taking, if only we just take time to pause and ponder over these little things that seem to be the common. If the created things are awesome, what more is the Creator?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't need to go all the way to Switzerland or Finland or Ireland (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omgosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my dream place !!) or whatever land to be amazed at their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;greenery&lt;/span&gt;, Malaysia too is really a beautiful country laahh, a sight to behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess after spending much time in prayers with my family and this morning, I got some words from Him, like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finallyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (leaps for joy) And of coarse my family was there to confirm them. It was a time of refreshing :) Not only me, but for all of us. Prayers can make changes. It is also more encouraging when we pray as a group, especially with our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-921184575702405356?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/921184575702405356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=921184575702405356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/921184575702405356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/921184575702405356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-point.html' title='At a point'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2688800919055793485</id><published>2011-09-25T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:21:50.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>I was just throwing away some old stuffs from a cupboard upstairs. At this age, those stuffs have outgrown me. While I was disposing them, all my sentimental emotions swept across my head. Throwing away things because that they don't contain anymore value. For me, it's just a waste of space &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept stuffs like my first Barbie doll from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JingYing&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mentakab&lt;/span&gt;), first fish statue I bought when I was a kid in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pangkor&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Setiawan&lt;/span&gt; wherever that place is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt; from friends from different countries, and little little stuffs boys I liked who gave me LOL just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I threw away loads of teddy bears. I think they just sit there and collect dusts, take away spaces, and definitely a waste of money. Think by now my close friends already knew this 'ungirly' factor about me of not liking teddy bears nyeheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realized, the clothes were still hanging outside I forgotten to take them in, and it's already 8.15pm! Baaaaaah, I hope the neighbours didn't laugh at me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2688800919055793485?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2688800919055793485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2688800919055793485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2688800919055793485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2688800919055793485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled_25.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-656326554177937630</id><published>2011-09-25T18:53:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:35:26.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>I wanna' be a reflector</title><content type='html'>Today was my first time sitting in in a Bahasa service. Also, my first time in a SIB church in Puchong. The people there were so friendly and warm. After service, they even celebrated and prepared a birthday cake for the August/September babies. How sweet! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new church. Though the songs and the flow wasn't perfect, but I could see the hearts that they have for Jesus. That just reminded me something of my past. However, I made up my mind to look to new things and not of the past, just like Paul who said it in Philippians 3:13-14, "... forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's sermon was in Bahasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam injil Markus 14:3-9, (dalam bahasa saya) kita sepatutnya memberi atau membuat sesuatu yang terbaik untuk Yesus seperti wanita yang mengurapi kepala Yesus dengan salap mahal dari kelalang Alabaster (or buli-buli : jar). Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good reminder. For me, it's about giving my best service to Him, in everything that I do, feel, think and say, and to strive to be good at with what I'm doing now for Him. It also helped me to realign my fokus terhadap Yesus dalam apa-apa pekerjaan yang saya buat. Fokus ini juga dapatlah memberi sumbangan kepada kerajaan Kristus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how I dragged myself to Bahasa class in the early mornings in school. But now, I missed it alot. It's my national language and somehow, I love it no matter what, and I'm proud to say this. Also, I believe that it is the minorities, the ones who will &lt;i&gt;farm the mushrooms&lt;/i&gt; and make an impact to them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old tune just came across my mind :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna' be a reflector, shine Your light little brighter, I wanna' let the whole world know that Jesus LIVES IN ME! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about the heart. After all that He has done for me and you, what kind of heart do we have for Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-656326554177937630?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/656326554177937630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=656326554177937630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/656326554177937630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/656326554177937630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wanna-be-reflector.html' title='I wanna&apos; be a reflector'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5598889653187964824</id><published>2011-09-23T23:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T15:28:52.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>I'm a foodie!</title><content type='html'>I think I should start exercising soon. Yawns. But kinda lazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;Been eating loads of good food recently. Sushi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zanmai&lt;/span&gt;, nasi lemak ayam masak merah tambah telur goreng outside my high school (superb ones really!), homemade sushi by mom, Delicious, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pappa&lt;/span&gt; Rich, Betty's Midwest Kitchen (some american food), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Levain&lt;/span&gt;, really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goooood&lt;/span&gt; desserts etc. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; that I can't recall them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MCDONALD'S IS DEFINITELY NOT IN MY LIST OF GOOD FOOD. NEVER! :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today's dinner was on me! I brought my family to this place, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lorong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rahim&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kajai&lt;/span&gt; 13 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TTDI&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Taman&lt;/span&gt; Tun Dr.Ismail) called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Surisit&lt;/span&gt;, the Thai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;. Not exactly a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;, it's more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;naise&lt;/span&gt;, dinner place without a decoration?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; these days try to keep up with the old fashioned walls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lightings&lt;/span&gt;, bare ceiling type, in a way it does save costs too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Simply say, it's a restaurant :) Mom found this Thai Cuisine restaurant on The Stars today. Speaking about newspapers, I realized it's been almost a week I haven't been reading any of them :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad couldn't have a say in footing the bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt;' I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;finallyyy&lt;/span&gt; have the rights to do so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;. I got my first pay from my first gig :) That is, of coarse after giving 10% of it to His church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt;! Besides food, I have some new resolutions : transcribe any 3 songs that I like a day, and get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;doooown&lt;/span&gt; to serious business with jazz! I really mean it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;laik&lt;/span&gt; jazz and thought of giving it all out, starting from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;nao&lt;/span&gt;! Funk, fusion, smooth jazz, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;bossa&lt;/span&gt; nova, swing etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;, while I was having my awesome possum dinner today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;omelette,&lt;/span&gt; fried beef with their own sweet spicy sauce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;recipe, seafood tomyam and banana salad &lt;/span&gt;were REALLY good, home cooked style), I had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;bossa&lt;/span&gt; nova beat in me playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Chega&lt;/span&gt; De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Saudade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was so happy with my food ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Nyeheh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nerdddd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't take some pictures, as usual, was too hungry food got gobbled up really fast. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5598889653187964824?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5598889653187964824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5598889653187964824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5598889653187964824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5598889653187964824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-foodie.html' title='I&apos;m a foodie!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4312239014260996238</id><published>2011-09-23T14:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:54:36.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><title type='text'>A Friend so amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Even when I'm excited, glad, disappointed, angwee, fuming like mad, tired, sleepy, embarrassed or emotionless, Someone is always watching over me, ready and waiting for me to talk to Him even when I didn't take notice of Him. Someone will still put up with all my attitudes, mood swings and randomness because He simply just loves me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not because of how good I am or not or what I can do for Him. It's because I'm one of His precious little ones. He simply just loves me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A loyal and sincere Friend I can never completely understand. All I know is that He really, really cares for my being. His love so wide, so deep, so great- that is all I need right now :)&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;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tBXRFqVMfI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tBXRFqVMfI?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Lord, I'm amazed by You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I'm amazed by You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, I'm amazed by You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And How You love me.&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/4251672126295504960-4312239014260996238?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4312239014260996238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4312239014260996238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4312239014260996238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4312239014260996238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/friend-so-amazing.html' title='A Friend so amazing'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-3884547666780586183</id><published>2011-09-20T19:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:41:02.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Peed books ew!</title><content type='html'>While I was at the train today, I eavesdropped some random Chinese boys from Zhun Kong High School. Actually, I wasn't eavesdropping, they were talking rather loudly in Mandarin so that everyone in the train could hear them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy A said something like this in Mandarin &lt;b&gt;(Direct Translation)&lt;/b&gt;: "Today I in the toilet peed and my books fell on the floor leh," Boy B replied: "Really ah?? Got touched on the pee mah??" Boy A:"I used some water to wash them away already," Boy B:" I think you need to replace the library books!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Library books cannot be trusted because they are not hygienic. For book 'smellers', DON'T SMELL! For I-like-to-touch-smooth-pages readers, DON'T TOUCH! For put-books-on-face-and-sleep people, DON'T EVER DO THAT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might not know what the previous people who borrowed the books did to the books ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's kinda gross I know, but just to be aware of stuff like this. Hee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-3884547666780586183?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/3884547666780586183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=3884547666780586183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3884547666780586183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/3884547666780586183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/peed-books-ew.html' title='Peed books ew!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-2510739990937627041</id><published>2011-09-16T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:33:51.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>At home and out</title><content type='html'>Sorting out wardrobe with my sister. I knew this day would come once she's back from UK for good, and it's todaeee!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna' wear some old school jeans to college soon :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oooooold skooool~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite sayang wanna' throw away some branded clothes :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing frisbee at 5.30pm today. Tomorrow's gonna be another packed day: breakfast with my good old church friends, go climb a rock in the afternoon (rock climbing) with college mates, raya dinner at 8pm with my high school mates :D Sunday? Church and film shooting teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgotten about my homework! :O will find time to do it soon nyek nyek :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2510739990937627041?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2510739990937627041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2510739990937627041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2510739990937627041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2510739990937627041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-home-and-out.html' title='At home and out'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-6022304463111507964</id><published>2011-09-15T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:35:35.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Jig saw puzzles</title><content type='html'>I think I've sort of figured things out, where my jig saw puzzles seem to slowly fit in. You know when you're fixing a jig saw puzzle, you go through a trial-and-error period. Frustrating, at first, when you can't match them. But once they fit in well, you go amazed and in awed with the breath-taking picture right in front of you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm talking about what-am-i-suppose-to-do-with-music thing here. My trial and error moment was to do film scoring. Then to teaching, writing songs, and production. Not so much of performing because I think that it's pride inviting to me. I'm not saying that performing is bad. It may be good to others who know their stand and what they're doing. I guess I'm much more comfortable without having spotlights on me on stage playing the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to produce something, like a story or a play, skits with meanings behind. And write some songs :) I've been exposed to so-call acting since young and realizing that I like it so so much, I think I'd like to go in to the production line. Arts and theatre would be definitely a yes YES! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempting. But it's not all about me. It's about what God wants me to do. I just have to wait on God, obey Him. Then I'll be alright. It's not what I feel good about it. Feelings are temporary. I am at the preparatory stage. Will just need confirmations and the right timing from God through faith and prayers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I remembered a peaceful voice coming from within my inner heart, telling me "Trust Me, in everything that you do," in one of my quiet times days ago. It's exciting embarking this journey with my precious One :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-6022304463111507964?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/6022304463111507964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=6022304463111507964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6022304463111507964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/6022304463111507964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/jig-saw-puzzles.html' title='Jig saw puzzles'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-5691469321939217930</id><published>2011-09-15T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:38:56.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>Something to blog about</title><content type='html'>I just watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bersih&lt;/span&gt; 2.0! I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lemak&lt;/span&gt; 2.0! Kept mixing up these two things subconsciously -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went with my sister to the nearest mall and grabbed two seats. It was... hilarious and lame, the typical Malaysia scene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I got a phone call from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;StarHome&lt;/span&gt; Media, a modeling company, but I was told to shoot a drama. The requirements? Black natural hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Okie&lt;/span&gt;, and I sorta dragged my sister along too :P It's a small part, but I'm glad that my friend got me this opportunity. I'm so proud of her, at my age, modeling and designing, doing things that she loves :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always love acting! Since young, story telling competitions, poem reciting competitions, Sunday School drama and skits, choral speaking etc. were my favourite part (it has to do with some imagination and acting too as well i think heh). And and, my best secondary school years part was drama competitions which I always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reminisce&lt;/span&gt; the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' times :) and proud of my team's achievements :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, we'll see how it goes! Just being excited doing something I laik ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-5691469321939217930?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/5691469321939217930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=5691469321939217930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5691469321939217930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/5691469321939217930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-to-blog-about.html' title='Something to blog about'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4652235407589832917</id><published>2011-09-11T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:44:15.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Love letters</title><content type='html'>Dear Sibelius 6, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it so hard to know you?? You're too mysterious that I simply just give up knowing you. I talked to you, but you don't respond; I shouted at you, still no respond. Great. So, I don't see the point of crying my eyeballs out to you. Sorry okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We never seem to have a good laughing conversation with each other before. Troublesome lah you at times. But I still gota' love you anyway for who you are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or else, I cannot go for my arranging class tomorrow at 4pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely and lotsa' painful love from,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dafernie Weeeee.&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/4251672126295504960-4652235407589832917?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4652235407589832917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4652235407589832917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4652235407589832917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4652235407589832917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/love-letters.html' title='Love letters'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-7637524419573460099</id><published>2011-09-05T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:55:36.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>Triplets on arpeggios #.#&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to get it right, but now my brain occasionally gets confused from quaver to triplets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thingy is one of my Wednesday exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this week, I'm gonna SHOP!! and EAT! and drive my sister out! (to do the same thing) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister is my gps. And I need her to direct me how to park my myvi :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freakin' parking skills I still gota learn man, aiks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7637524419573460099?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7637524419573460099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7637524419573460099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7637524419573460099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7637524419573460099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-4284532686356034461</id><published>2011-09-04T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:46:02.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>JESUS is LOVE</title><content type='html'>My heart belongs to Jesus. I've found my love, passion and security in Jesus. It's not all about the music or the missions and ministries. It's just Jesus. He is the LOVE. And my heart shall be filled with gladness and joy as a musician for Christ.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also means that I'll stop worrying about whether am I good or not good enough being a pianist in the music scene. I believe that when He calls me here with His very own designed purpose, He'll see me thru' the seasons then. About relationships, I don't want to be single-for-life and I trust that You have a good plan in this :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gives the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-4284532686356034461?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/4284532686356034461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=4284532686356034461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4284532686356034461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/4284532686356034461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/jesus-is-love.html' title='JESUS is LOVE'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2367170528920419910</id><published>2011-09-04T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T13:53:49.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Back from camp and here's the story!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time...&lt;div&gt;In the merry month of March, I signed up for the Plan 11! Teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sistah, Esther, we went for the camp. Me not having any expectations about it but to go with an open heart. Guess what? My heart goes out for all the missionaries for Christ. I feel that it's one of the greatest callings to be a missionary. The world perceives this ministry or 'career' choice as foolish ones, especially graduates and working men who are earning moneys and reputations, they simply just lay down their lives for the work of Jesus. They've come to a point that money, fame and worldly empty pleasures are not the true purpose of living a one-time life on earth. It is all about winning souls to God's kingdom. That is, I believe, every believers's mission. We are created in the image of God, to pray, worship and share about Jesus Christ the way, the truth and the life to the unreached people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really made me think and ponder again over what am I living for and who am I living for. I always sing praise and worship songs ti God, but do I really mean it? Giving up my life to Him? Giving up my desires to Him and let Him be a my navigator?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what I've learnt from the Plan 11 is that God just wants my love, passion and obedience for Him in my life and music. Not so much on worrying about "what's my calling?' and 'what's my next step, oh my God?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, He says that I should "Rejoice in the Lord always; again I (God) will say, Rejoice. Let your reasonableness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand; do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ." Philippians 4:4-7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good time at camp. The food, friends and fei-lo-ship and interesting workshops and and and frisbee-on-beach game were awesome possum! :D Above all, I think that this camp has really pushed me to be discipline when praying to God, as in like I give my total focus to Him and not get distracted with other stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I think I gained weight from this camp. Shucks. But I think it'll be fine once I start walking to college (again :S) tomorrow from the train station. This week's exam week. Once again, God I need your strength, wisdom and emotions in all my tests :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2367170528920419910?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2367170528920419910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2367170528920419910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2367170528920419910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2367170528920419910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-from-camp-and-heres-story.html' title='Back from camp and here&apos;s the story!'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-2138545983925816857</id><published>2011-08-29T17:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:26:37.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>Dog days</title><content type='html'>Thought of getting a dog as my pet. Man's best friend eh??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, I thought that by having a dog at home would help me overcome my FEAR FOR DOGS. You have nuuuuu idea how terrifying dogs can be to me. Cute at times, but absolutely high in potential to bite &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; everytime I get near to dogs... It's a feeling. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was young, aged of just started leaning how to walk on tiny feet, my sister used to let out her black dog on purpose at home to chase after me like nobody's business. I eventually somehow don't know how came to a dead end, and it tagged me down and growled at me. Me and my bulging eyes of fear, epic! Another time was while I was strolling at my old taman with my best friend (Vivien), Crystal's black dog (black dog again -.-) dashed out from their gate and strived enthusiastically towards our direction. Obviously, first instinct is to RUN FOR MY LIFE!! Lesson 1 is to NOT TO RUN when you see a dog. That, I phailed... My two slippers swung proudly in the sky. The dog nearly bit off my ankle. What a 'sensation' moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, even if Derrick and I want a dog at home, mom already said to him : "At home, we either have you OR the dog," :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think about it, maybe it's not so a good idea to have a dog at home nyeheh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-2138545983925816857?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/2138545983925816857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=2138545983925816857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2138545983925816857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/2138545983925816857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-days.html' title='Dog days'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-661776565088369512</id><published>2011-08-28T17:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:39:27.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>the He and he</title><content type='html'>I'd...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wait for friendship first rather than committing into a relationship, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;often pray, talk and seek God about him first rather than trusting my feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make myself secure in God first rather than getting security from men,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put my hopes in God rather than hoping in him to make the moves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If he is the one God intended him to be with me, then I shall not worry about how things would work out and how God pens down our story in His little book (which I think He has that book heh heh). By the way, I'm not implying this on anyone. I guess God will sort things out, make way if He wants to and will take care of everything, even if it's complicated or not :) In simple words, the 'he' shall remain as a question mark to me teehee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I pray for the 'he', I'll always know that 'he' too is praying for the 'she'. God's perfect timing tells everything. Maybe I still have other stuffs and commitments to fulfill and learn and be mature in Christ, and that I'm not yet ready for another new commitment. I think only God knows when I'm ready, when the both of us are ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to Jesus who knows all my needs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-661776565088369512?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/661776565088369512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=661776565088369512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/661776565088369512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/661776565088369512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/08/he-and-he.html' title='the He and he'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-394265042559363116</id><published>2011-08-24T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:16:42.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>Thinking about all the things that I need to do, I feel like bursting out in tears. A LOT of things to do :'(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teach me, dear Lord how to sort my time well. I really mean it. I dislike the amount of time wasted on traveling to and fro to college. There's 24 hours/day to sort out my time glueing my butt on the piano chair and study and read the Bible and spending time with my family rite... Teach me too, especially to REST in Your presence too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are coming. And I'll be away for The Plan 11- a christian camp 31aug-3sept purpose where I copied and pasted '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;God desires His glory to be declared among the nations, his marvelous deeds known among all peoples, and He wants to do this through us.' Topics including:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do to make Him famous?&lt;br /&gt;Stretch! Your vision of God&lt;br /&gt;Stretch! Your Heart for ALL peoples –&lt;br /&gt;Stretch! Your Capacity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…to make Him famous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 96:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;You have to help me in my up-coming In-Class Assessment (ICA)! And help me not to stress and cry #.#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;Heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 15px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-394265042559363116?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/394265042559363116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=394265042559363116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/394265042559363116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/394265042559363116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251672126295504960.post-7044610113969971908</id><published>2011-08-17T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:56:30.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random-ness'/><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>I was just reading my 2008 blog posts. oh dearie, I couldn't understand some of the stuffs that I wrote :S&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I overheard Naruto saying stuffs like " ...these guys are always a pain in my you know what!" LOLOLOLOL. He aint wanna' say the word a**.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bro and I LOLed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-7044610113969971908?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/7044610113969971908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=7044610113969971908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7044610113969971908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/7044610113969971908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-just-reading-my-2008-blog-posts.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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-4251672126295504960.post-9195087419463357755</id><published>2011-08-17T20:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T09:47:47.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just another day'/><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's really hard for me to keep small stuffs like handphones, wallets, housekey, carkeys, pendrives, receipts etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I texted Darren, my cousin to pick me up at 8.15pm from the train station. He needed to rush to Sunway by 9pm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in the train from titiwangsa, started digging my big blue bag (again), in search for my tiny handphone. Shucks. I left it in Aiden's car, my college mate. My second time leaving my handphone in my friend's car. Here was what I did : pray. Nothing about my handphone, but asking my Father in heaven to tell Darren I'll be reaching the sri petaling station at 8pm. I thought I didn't want him to come at 8.15pm and rush all the way to Sunway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart did battle awhile, thinking whether &lt;i&gt;Will&lt;/i&gt; He do&lt;i&gt; little stuffs&lt;/i&gt; like this&lt;i&gt; for me&lt;/i&gt;. I tried my very best to have full faith and trust in Him. Once my feet stopped walking, as in standing still on the platform, CCD Proton Saga appeared right in front of my eyes! Dumbfounded, I waved at my cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart swelled with pride because of what He has done for me- answering my little prayers. The little things He did &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; for me made me think over about His great love for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He made me one of His important daughters; He helped me do simple things; He has all the time to listen my prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we can't see Him physically, we can always acknowledge His existence and appreciate little things like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You awesome!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4251672126295504960-9195087419463357755?l=weedaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/feeds/9195087419463357755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4251672126295504960&amp;postID=9195087419463357755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9195087419463357755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4251672126295504960/posts/default/9195087419463357755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weedaphne.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Daphne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582694952456824153</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></feed>
