<?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-1497165019444840618</id><updated>2012-02-13T07:19:31.901-08:00</updated><category term='Love.batik.life'/><title type='text'>Brand new world, brand new Mie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-6706768178937851604</id><published>2012-02-10T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:02:51.063-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love.batik.life'/><title type='text'>A little sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Today, I received a letter from India. It was from a little girl whom I have helped for a month. But due to some financial breakdown, I didn't send my donations for at least two months already. I hope I could send it over by this month, God's willing.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;That letter was short and simple. It was written by a lady who's the sponsorship operation coordinator in India. I was touched by the content that I almost cried. The letter begins in this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Dear sponsor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Namaste (Indian greeting style)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My name is Aajra Begum. Wish you a very Happy New Year. Thank you for sending me colour and colouring book. These gifts are very helpful for me in my studies. Climate is very cold here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;My tears filled my eyes. I feel sympathized. I wish I could provide her the best out of me for the sake of her education. It's my dream and it's what I want to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;Though I can't watch you growing up, I hope you will be perseverance and determined to go through every single thing in your life. It's the life that you must live to the fullest. It's the life that you must cherish no matter how hard or how difficult it is. Life gets going even for me. You will certainly succeed one day Aajra! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aajra, study hard and do all that you can to break this chain of poverty. I'm always here with you to support you in whatever means. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; "&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/1497165019444840618-6706768178937851604?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/6706768178937851604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6706768178937851604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6706768178937851604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2012/02/little-sunshine.html' title='A little sunshine'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-6770468371014085353</id><published>2011-06-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:15:31.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sat-ur-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_n85AwpJ6U/TfOTdfctvhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JyXh4k6TWEQ/s1600/Bear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_n85AwpJ6U/TfOTdfctvhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JyXh4k6TWEQ/s320/Bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616995295128567314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Saturday and every Saturday, I have to attend a long 3 hours class for this subject called photojournalism. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of the subjects in my pathway (I'm doing a journalism course :) ) and I love this subject to the max! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's where I learnt how to capture things, people (basically everything) where moments present only at that particular time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to go out from my comfort zone, getting myself equipped with the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a camera (Top most priority!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a tripod (man, you're so important to me especially for night shots! =P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my BROS branded water bottle (I'm a water tank, which means I drink a lot but when &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;comes to finding a loo outside gives me a major headache.:P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iv) &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Handphones (I need a 'ring'! I get those grumpy faces from friends easily when I didn't answer their calls. Luckily my acts didn't get on their nerves yet. If not, they would &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;throw tantrums on me. =/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last but not least,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; purse! xD that's where I put my student ID card, resident card, and some cash in it. but lately, my coins have been falling out just because the zip could not be undone anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm waiting for someone to get me a new one though! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;just realised I have been talking much about my subject. My main intention is to tell you about my Saturday.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, basically after my class, I will drop by at the stationary shop to buy a newspaper. I normally buy The Star coz I like the way the news are written; it's very organized and the language used are simply beautiful and understandable (no, I'm not exaggerating here. maybe other news suit you better depending on your interest. As for me, I love reading stories from a section called 'Be Inspired'. I guess that's where I get my inspiration from apart from my close family members and good friends.:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since it's also lunch time, I normally will ask if anybody are able to have a 'lunch date' with me. xD If they couldn't make it, I will just eat by myself or worse, pack my food home which I hate to do-I'm sure you know why ohh earth lovers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back home, I tend to laze around my laptop, surfing the net and read other people's blogs for self-enrichment. Sometimes, I would spend the entire afternoon curling up with books that have been kept in the rack for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Recently, I just bought a novel 'Eat, Pray, Love' for RM20 only coz it's from a Taiwan publication. Trying my best to finish reading 'em before July comes in. No solid reason, it's just what I want to accomplish this month.:) Sometimes, I would take a nap although I tried hard not to coz that will make me even lazier+tired after waking up from a blissful afternoon sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So yeah... that's about it. Something odd about this post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coz I've just told you a secret...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A secret about my Saturday's ingredient (been obsessed with the funny lines in Kung Fu Panda 2. hahaha) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed weekend ahead! God bless! =)&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/1497165019444840618-6770468371014085353?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/6770468371014085353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/06/sat-ur-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6770468371014085353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6770468371014085353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/06/sat-ur-day.html' title='Sat-ur-day'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W_n85AwpJ6U/TfOTdfctvhI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JyXh4k6TWEQ/s72-c/Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-769487179283304414</id><published>2011-06-02T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:12:00.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Today My Life Begins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(another favourite song of mine by Bruno Mars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been working hard so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Seems like pain has been my only friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My fragile heart's been done so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wondered if I'd ever heal again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All around me I can feel a change (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yesterday has come and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I've learn how to leave it where it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I see that I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For ever doubting I could win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ohh just like all the seasons never stay the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All around me i can feel a change (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Life's to short to have regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I'm learning now to leave it in the past and try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We only have one life to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So you better make the best of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I can make it, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will break these chains that bind me, happiness will find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;leave the past behind me, today my life begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A whole new world is waiting, it's mine for the taking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know I can make it, today my life begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This song speaks to me about life. Despite the ups and downs, life is meaningful to me just as how He has been faithful to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hope you like this song too.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-769487179283304414?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/769487179283304414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-life-really-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/769487179283304414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/769487179283304414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-life-really-begins.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-4392692530073700509</id><published>2011-05-31T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:09:30.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandoned</title><content type='html'>I saw it right there&lt;div&gt;underneath the dark gloomy blue rack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lifeless, filthy and deserted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no one seems to care about it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to touch it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to feel it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to wear it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or to even take a glimpse of it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her life was indeed short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shorter than I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as never would I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'd end like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my heart was really broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not knowing what actually happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as there was only silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish she could carry me longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bring me wherever I may go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as she is capable of carrying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I capable of walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till that very day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when fate pave its way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;i&gt;I know it's very late for me to say this...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sentence 'YES, you may wear'  has never been uttered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I could still put &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both of my feet on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and storming the streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling rest assured &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'cause there's you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, once the proud owner of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has just shed a tear for two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and is now a sad girl feeling blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I'll always have you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ipanema...='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-4392692530073700509?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/4392692530073700509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/05/abandon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4392692530073700509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4392692530073700509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2011/05/abandon.html' title='Abandoned'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-172899336572334385</id><published>2010-11-15T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:11:54.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home =)</title><content type='html'>I'm back to Miri! I'm just so happy to be back home, to be with my family and friends. I miss my bedroom, my bed, my study table and my wardrobe. I miss everything here. Not to forget, my grandma's cooking, the hill I used to jog, the shopping malls that I normally frequent, Tanjung beach where I used to play, the bread and tarts I usually buy at Hot Cross bun and Ma Baker (my favourite bakery shops), the school I used to teach and the students (gosh~ I miss them so much now), my former schoolmates (yes, I managed to meet up with some of them! Had a total fun catching up with their lives, yeah! =D ) and to sum up, the entire city. Just, EVERYTHING! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies as fast as when I was in KL. People say that I enjoy living my life. Yes, I really do. Perhaps that is the reason why I rarely grumble about small little things which seem like a stumbling block in my life because I know nothing can stop me from doing what I love to do. Unless I'm being pessimistic or hypocrite, I don't even dare to imagine what sort of life will turn out to be for me. I salute people who can remain salient, and possess sangfroid attitude when life throws them a curveball. I just keep reminding myself, 'Stay happy the way you are and be yourself!' That's the way of life. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~michelle~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-172899336572334385?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/172899336572334385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/172899336572334385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/172899336572334385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home =)'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-4511348001909236215</id><published>2010-10-22T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:43:17.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things you never know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think he's a really nice person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he's the sort of person who put others first before him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He loves his family very much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and I believe almost everybody does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I bet he'll love his family too when he has one in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he cares about people whom he loves a lot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he said 'Don't walk alone and remember, bring along pepper spray!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Okay!' I said but not the last item &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'cause I never have one (* laughing xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And I never walk alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'cause I walk everyday in the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He will keep you updated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;with his day-to-day happenings in his life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;like what he is doing at this present moment or later on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes, he will tell you jokes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;jokes that will make you laugh even when you are in the middle of something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes, he will share with you how he feels about you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;within the sincerity of his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When he's not happy, you could sense that he is &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cheer up!' are the most essential words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to make him feel that he's not the only one at bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When he has a problem, he'll not keep it on his own&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;instead, he'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;seek your advice on the way things should be keep in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He can be quite emotional at times but he won't let you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;unless you manage to find out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He will cry if he knows that things are hard deep inside&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I told him, 'Men don't cry' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and he said 'That's only a lie' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And when he can't control his emotions, he'll hurt himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;which I don't see eye to eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but I do understand why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;putting myself in his shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish someone can be by my side too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to overcome life's conundrums together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and face life's challenges with confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This is the story of a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;whom I have known for ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;who now resides in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;now and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Now that you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;about all the things you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;~michelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="talk" style="margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-4511348001909236215?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/4511348001909236215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-things-you-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4511348001909236215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4511348001909236215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-things-you-never-know.html' title='All the things you never know'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-7364761329782357304</id><published>2010-10-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T20:54:58.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She knows, they know, everyone knows</title><content type='html'>Last night, my house mate Denise and I had a sharing on what we had been through throughout the day yesterday. I can't tell how many times I had teary eyes because Denise's stories made me laugh gleefully! I like the way she imitated her friend, a Chinese guy who's an English educated person in every single actions and words spoken by him. Both of them, they are really funny! I seriously think that they can come up with a comedy or something. haha! =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the serious part, she shared with me about the personal life experiences that she had witnessed in others as a testimony to Christians so that we won't follow in their footsteps. Before things get out of hand, it is always better to seek God for His guidance in our decision making process because the Bible has stated clearly that whatever He wants us to do, it is to please Him in a godly manner. He knows what is best for us. In fact, He knows what is best for me. I feel so anxious so as to see who will be that someone to appear in my life. All that I have to do is to pray earnestly and to see that God's promises for me are yet to come true. I'm patiently waiting for that to happen now. =) Our chat continued until 2am something. We agreed to wake up at 8am which both of us successfully did. And we had breakfast together although Denise joined me a bit later. Having another final paper to go which falls on next Monday, I just want to be focused in my studies and I pray that I will be able to get at least a satisfying grade. Thanks, Denise for the meaningful sharing. I'm more assured in my actions, and I know I'm still conscious. It's never too late for me and I know I have the choice to decide on my next course of action. Do keep me in prayers as I keep you in mine. Thanks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~michelle~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-7364761329782357304?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/7364761329782357304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-knows-they-know-everyone-knows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/7364761329782357304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/7364761329782357304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-knows-they-know-everyone-knows.html' title='She knows, they know, everyone knows'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-7041735180256971059</id><published>2010-10-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:51:26.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;These few days, I wasn't doing well in my life. I came across lots of circumstances that required me to make my own decisions alone. I don't know who to turn to share my problems with. I reached a level where I desperately need someone to be by my side, to listen to me and at the same time, being there for me whenever possible. Where were you when I needed you most, dear Lord? I questioned. For countless time, I kept asking God in my prayers, wishing that He will grant my wishes. But God said to me, "Hang in there, Michelle." Alright Lord, I whispered in my heart. And Lord made me thought of her, a dear sister of mine attending the same church as me. I decided to call her. Just discharged from the hospital, she was as energetic as any athletic who does good sport, and we spoke through the phone, with my eyes welled up with tears. She prayed for me towards the end of our conversation. That was when I see hope, a hope that lasts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;After we hung up, I sat at one corner of my bed, and reflected back on what she had told me. Then as I tilted my head, I saw the bible. Without much hesitation, I grabbed the bible and came across the book of Colossians. My eyes were set on Col 3:18-19;   "Wives, submit to your husbands, as is fitting in the Lord. Husbands, love your wives, and do not be harsh with them." I was like, wow! Why did God show me this passage? What was He trying to tell me? I was stunned for a moment before I realized something. All that He ever wanted from me is my faithfulness to Him just as how He has always been faithful to me! God, pardon me! :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I received this inspiring message from sis. Marianne whom I spoke to on the phone. Her message touched me so deeply that I couldn't hold my tears. It was like raindrops showering over the earth. I was truly glad that I shared with her what I had been through and I thanked God for her, for being there for me during the lowest peak of my life. This is what she wrote to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 14px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Michelle,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language: EN-MY;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for being brave enough to share the dilemma that you are facing with me. I know that making hard decisions like this can be really painful, especially for you.&lt;br /&gt;And dear Michelle, it's really godly of you to want to do the right thing that pleases our Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Life as a Christian isn't easy. Choosing what pleases God above all our desires, all that we love and treasure and hold dear is indeed difficult. It's really a struggle sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;But let me assure you, dear,dear sis, that God's will is always the best for us, even when it hurts. And when we don't understand why circumstances are the way that they are, there is one truth in the Bible that we can hold on to that God causes ALL things to work together for the good of those who love him, who are called according to his purpose- that he may conform us, changing us to become more and more like His Son, Jesus (Romans 8:28-29)! So, even through the good times and the hard times, through joys and sorrows, through difficult and easy decisions, we can trust that God is using ALL circumstances to mold us and change us, so that we may grow in Christ-likeness. And nothing can separate us from His great love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope to meet with you on Sat, dear sis. I will confirm this with you via sms by tomorrow. As for now, I will keep you in prayer. I know you are anxious, but I will pray that God will enable you to cast your anxieties upon him, for He does indeed care very much for you, dear sis (1 Peter 5:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this lovely song that I've often listen to whenever I am going through difficulties, and I hope that the words of this song will comfort you as well...&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/d0bc9PENROqWbeJSc4_7rAoJGLA;www.youtube.com/watch?v=OT8aTjVZHVI" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%; color:#003399"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.facebook.com/l/d0bc9PENROqWbeJSc4_7rAoJGLA;www.youtube.com/watch?v=OT8aTjVZHVI&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love in Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Marianne&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;October 15, 2010 at 1:07pm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-MY;mso-fareast-language:EN-MY;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; color: rgb(136, 136, 136); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sis Marianne, thank you. :') Your words are so inspiring and powerful. I felt so much at ease now as God opened up my mind to think things through. He sent you to be my listening ears and now, I feel so happy to have you not only as someone dear to me, but someone who can be my guardian angel. You are my guardian angel! I heart you, till the very end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-7041735180256971059?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/7041735180256971059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-guardian-angel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/7041735180256971059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/7041735180256971059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-guardian-angel.html' title='My guardian angel'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-3997644425807858389</id><published>2010-09-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:54:24.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di's 19th Birthday =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXM186jZG04/TI6BAwnH_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-W_mMErurW8/s1600/IMG_8019.JPG"&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/_xXM186jZG04/TI6BAwnH_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-W_mMErurW8/s320/IMG_8019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516488443624422770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The clock ticked 12am and it was Friday, 10th September 2010 that this big day began.&lt;br /&gt;I secretly organised this birthday surprise just for him. I invited his ex-schoolmate, Vincent, who studies in the same university as I do and few others whom he got to know here in church and another friend of mine who has the same name as him, Louis. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we went. A Swiss chocolate cake I bought from King's Bakery (it's so cheap coz I got 40% off for that =D) just for him. It's yummy! My brother agreed even though he haven't tried it. Ridiculous huh? Well, he's right. After all, never judge a book by its cover. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imminent candle blowing moment which followed by the cake-cutting ceremony was humbly accomplished with my brother making his wish/wishes (I wonder what was his wish =P ). In his usual nonchalant manner, he cut the cake and Vincent helped him to distribute the cakes. All of us had a good chat and a good laugh! My friend, Louis has a really good sense of humour. He made all of us laughed till our heads off! Two friends leave the house as they had something on so left the four of us: 2 Louis, Denise and me; laughing like a lunatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they chatted, I took this opportunity to snap their pictures. Though most of the pictures are blur due to my shaky hands (or in other words, I'm unskilled ==|| ), I was satisfied enough because I can capture the elated moments of this small yet simple birthday party of his.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1.30am when things officially ended. Sadly, moments will always be moments. It was something that happened in the past although moments ago, we were happily celebrating his birthday and now, the moments had come to a halt, not entirely but temporary because, hey...it's just midnight remember? We still had another whole day of Friday to celebrate it! So yeah, Happy Birthday to my dear Di Di! I hope that his birthday on that very day was memorable for him to be imbued in his mind, now and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love from sis,&lt;br /&gt;~michelle~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-3997644425807858389?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/3997644425807858389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/09/dis19th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/3997644425807858389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/3997644425807858389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/09/dis19th-birthday.html' title='Di&apos;s 19th Birthday =)'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xXM186jZG04/TI6BAwnH_XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-W_mMErurW8/s72-c/IMG_8019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-6070536637202631622</id><published>2010-08-14T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:51:36.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As sweet as home</title><content type='html'>2nd August 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's about the date? Well, I just moved to another unit which is 4 times higher than my previous unit on the 3rd floor. Moving into my friend's place who is also from Miri. I was really happy that time and I felt very excited. Partly because I got to stay with someone whom I know and share the same belief as me though we only know each other here in the university. But most importantly, I can finally inhale fresh air which I was deprived of for that 7 months in my old, sultry room. Leaving the room closed for just half a day gave me that sort of queasy feeling of unease. Most often than not, I chose to be outside in the living room or paved my way to the library to finish up my work. I just didn't feel like staying at home. &lt;br /&gt;*This is the story of the room in the midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled the first day when I moved into the room in January this year. I 'donated' my blood on that 'bloody' night. And this went on for 2 days. Throughout those nights, all I did was scratching here and there as both my hands and legs were bitten by mosquitoes! These uninvited guests entered my room through the open windows and all that I wanted was the flow of fresh air and not the scourge of inane mosquitoes! Since then, I didn't open the windows at all. The whirring sound of the ceiling fan annoyed me but I had no idea how to fix it. At least, the fan functioned well enough to 'cool' my humid room. &lt;br /&gt;*This is the story of the room in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am in a new home, I feel so much comfortable here. This place is like a family home to me. Because my friend's dad is staying with us, my friend and I cook more frequently. I learn a lot from her and we help each other in many ways not just in the kitchen but in building our relationship as friends and church mates. One time I got sick and she told her dad about it. In the morning after I woke up, I saw a box of Chinese medicines on the table outside. Then, my eyes were glued on the piece of note attached to it: 'Michelle, are you feeling better? See if this can help.' Underneath these words, there's an arrow pointing downwards to the box of medicine. I knew it was written by her dad. I felt so touched because they cared for me even though I'm just someone who aren't their family members. The funny thing about her dad was when he told me the one and only house rule. 'NO BOY FRIEND'. I told him I don't have one. But he said, "Soon..." =S&lt;br /&gt;And my friend asked, "Brother le?"&lt;br /&gt;"Brother can..." =D&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy when I heard that.=) &lt;br /&gt;My wish for them is that they will live happily and staying healthy always even though they are far apart from the rest of the family members who are residing in Miri, my friend's mom and brother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so glad to stay with them and this place is just as sweet as home.&lt;br /&gt;God bless everyone in the house! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~michelle~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-6070536637202631622?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/6070536637202631622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-sweet-as-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6070536637202631622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/6070536637202631622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-sweet-as-home.html' title='As sweet as home'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-2154635133527584273</id><published>2010-08-09T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:54:35.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free day!!!</title><content type='html'>It was just another good day&lt;br /&gt;with bright, scorching hot sun that filled the air&lt;br /&gt;as Qi and Michie walked down the road slope&lt;br /&gt;passing by the guards who stood gallantly&lt;br /&gt;right beside the guardhouse through the alley&lt;br /&gt;I felt my heart was flying high, really&lt;br /&gt;'cause I can finally play&lt;br /&gt;to the fullest today&lt;br /&gt;on our way to the university&lt;br /&gt;safely guided by Him, Qi and Michie reached&lt;br /&gt;all thanks be to God =)&lt;br /&gt;Qi entered the exam hall with fame&lt;br /&gt;while I wandered around the place with shame&lt;br /&gt;time passed by without I realized&lt;br /&gt;Qi came out from the hall on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;"Yay!" I shouted deep inside&lt;br /&gt;and off we went for lunch&lt;br /&gt;a treat to all the good work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another good day&lt;br /&gt;with bright, scorching hot sun that filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nights!&lt;br /&gt; -michelle-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-2154635133527584273?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/2154635133527584273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/2154635133527584273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/2154635133527584273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-day.html' title='Free day!!!'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-3592366939973193844</id><published>2010-07-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:50:48.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A meaningful memoir</title><content type='html'>I don't know how he knew about the website. I don't know how I got it there. One day when I open my mailbox, I saw AYA Awards 2010 as the title and quickly opened  the mail without hesitation. Initially, I thought it was another spam; or something that doesn't interest me at all. However, curious, I opened and read the content. It said I was nominated by the public. I was speechless. Who on earth could the stranger be or whoever the public is? With the link highlighted in blue, I clicked on it to find out. As I scrolled the bar towards the bottom, I saw my name. Whoa! I couldn't believe it! This was the first time I see my name being published on a website! It's like, you see something written by you and it got published. Isn't that cool? The only difference is, I didn't write that but it got published! The question is, again, WHOOOoo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Michelle Liong Fong Fong&lt;br /&gt;“…sacrificed her time, energy and money just to get the best for me….” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then clicked on the "Read more" button because I want to read more. I was kinda excited actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Read More&lt;br /&gt;My sister has brought a deep impact into my life. Without her I might not be where I am today. She sacrificed her time, energy and money just to get the best for me. For example, during my high school, she took the pain to walk the distance just to buy a drink for me as I felt really thirsty after a long walk. Although she was tired, she dismissed my suggestion that I went to buy the drink instead. As parents are divorced, she was like my parents. every morning she will wake up early to prepare breakfast for us. She will also remind me to drink more water. I felt touched because she cared so much for me, and in the process neglected herself. In times of need, she will motivate me. I found comfort in having such a good sister. I am really lost for words. She was the only one who I can depend on. I would say my position as a headboy was due to her motivation and guidance. We felt very lonely at home as our father does not care much about our everyday life. however, we learn how to be independent and I can bear testimony that i have learnt so much from her. She is not a bright student, however, that is not the barrier for her to succeed. Sometimes I could see the sadness she is experiencing. I even brought her to tears for scolding her at one point. I realised my mistake and I know she loves me so much. She always stresses that I am her only brother, because we have a stepbrother, and she would do everything to make sure I will succeed. She is also a person who is very willing to help her friends. One of them told me that she is a very kind-hearted person. For instance, she had even thought of donating her organ as a contribution to the society. She is a truly remarkable sister which i could not describe in words. She has done so many things which I could not name all here. For this, she deserves to win this Award as a tribute to her exemplary effort in being a sister and friend. - Louis Liong Wei Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was saddened as I reflect back on our childhood memories. I almost cried but I didn't. I viewed this e-mail when I was in a public place. I was completely touched by the way he wrote about me. He knew me well enough to have come up with this. It was a very meaningful memoir about me and my life. It is something that I will always remember about a brother of mine who cherishes his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-michelle-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-3592366939973193844?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/3592366939973193844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/07/meaningful-memoir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/3592366939973193844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/3592366939973193844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/07/meaningful-memoir.html' title='A meaningful memoir'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-4522510942998158714</id><published>2010-07-21T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:10:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my faith...</title><content type='html'>God is testing my faith not just for Him but also for my friend; who has been ill for days. Never did I know about the news until I viewed his social networking site. Only then I realized my instinct to contact him a few days ago was right. I regretted deeply for not doing so. Why, I asked; why when something bad happened only then I am conscious? I guess I am just being selfish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times I have shed my tears for you, my friend. It was hard for me to see you enduring in pain and suffering throughout the treatments. Yes, those were intended to make you well once again. Undaunted by the whole process, you still smiled to those who visited you when you were lying on the hospital bed. I was struck by how tough and strong you were in difficult times. The unceasing support and motivation from the people known to you, I must say; have made you grow even stronger to persist on. My prayer is with you, my friend. God sees what you have been through and He heals you. May you recover soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves you always...&lt;br /&gt;~michelle~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-4522510942998158714?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/4522510942998158714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/07/testing-my-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4522510942998158714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4522510942998158714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/07/testing-my-faith.html' title='Testing my faith...'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-5169913181375456103</id><published>2010-06-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:28:24.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he was here...</title><content type='html'>I cooked dinner, lunch and prepared breakfast during his three nights stay here since Friday evening. Those preparations were time consuming but it was nothing compared to the joy of being able to spend time together as siblings. Upon reaching my place, he talked a lot about his life in his college, how he deals with his studies and even friendships. I got a very interesting point from him, which is true friendship. Friends come and go and only true ones will stay by your side. I start to ponder, if it really lasts, then what about relationship? Can relationship lasts like how true friendship does? I think it depends very much on how you play your role as someone who values friendship. It's either you gain from it or you lose it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that was basically about it. We also gossiped like what we sometimes do on the phone. Guys do gossip too. Haha! Not that we like to talk about all this crap but in some ways, it makes me realize how time has actually took me away from spending goody good time with my brother. Though we are not so far apart (it takes him not more than 2 hours to reach my place), I am constantly reminded that things should not be taken for granted. I just want to give my best out of the very best and make good use of every opportunity that knocks on my door. Life is a bliss when someone says "You are loved." Life is even more blissful when someone says "I love you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-5169913181375456103?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/5169913181375456103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-he-was-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/5169913181375456103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/5169913181375456103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-he-was-here.html' title='When he was here...'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-4658829945017329673</id><published>2010-06-03T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:07:55.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back, moving forward</title><content type='html'>It happened yesterday. Yes, yesterday. Those days were once filled with laughter, but sadness made up most of the pie. Partly because I could not bear the pain seeing someone leave for a purpose. A purpose-driven life, as one of the Christian books name it. Leaving someone doesn't mean you are going to be stranded and being left alone in a desert or whatnot. It doesn't sound that bad actually. Cause this is the time for you to strive even harder to achieve something within your grip and rely on your own in doing multiple tasks. Initially, I lacked the encouragement and motivation. It was these thought of mine that conquered me till I delved into an abyss of depression. Sleepless nights bugged me through the dark, gloomy skies and sometimes, I wet my pillow without being aware of it. Somehow, I found it hard to let go. But, I must give it a go. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a year has passed. Things had changed tremendously. There is hope for everything. I felt glad with the decision made. It was meant for the benefit of all. Financially, self-sufficiency, and other reasons known to the one who knew it. God has been so gracious to him. God was there all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down in a place where he longed to be, he finally found his own destiny to fulfill his dreams. He worked extra hard not just to get what he wants, but to get what he deserves to get. He made it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-4658829945017329673?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/4658829945017329673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-back-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4658829945017329673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4658829945017329673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-back-moving-forward.html' title='Looking back, moving forward'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-1886567656167416065</id><published>2009-03-24T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:36:09.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're in my heart,always...</title><content type='html'>I remembered vividly bout my teacher who taught me during my secondary years up to form 5. In that same year, she left in Dec back to her hometown in Penang. I did not have the chance to attend her farewell gathering as I was already in Kuching the day after sitting for my last paper in SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended her bm tuition when i was in form 1. I just love going to her tuition class! I learned a lot of vocab and i used them frequently in my essays. Besides, she always updated us with news headline and what was happening in M'sia. I heard the news from her even before I read the newspaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in form 2, I was in the same group as Yii Zhu, Grace, Ai Vui and some others whom I can't remember. sorry,my friends. &gt;&lt;  we tried our best to give the correct answers and fought towards the end. How happy we were when our group won! it was our never-say-die spirit that brought us to that level of achievements! each of my group members were awarded "Piala Sarjana" as promised by teacher. thanks everyone! we made it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also taught me acct when i was in form 4 and form 5. During her lessons, she introduced a lot of games n quizzez to make our class lively n interesting. The games,as I recalled were "Gladiator", "Electric", Kerusi Panas" and "Tawanan Perang". There are many other games but I couldn't remember them. My friends and I were looking forward to her class each time we finished our other lessons. We can't wait for the brain-twisting challenges as it had always been a tough start for us when came to answering the questions. Our teacher loves to ask us tricky questions and most of the time we got "trapped". Her different mimics and face expressions made us believed her answers. hahaha =) we were divided into groups and each group was given a little cute soft toy for us to press it when we got the answer. Sometimes, she would asked us to raise up our belongings or "Siapa cepat,angkat kaki!" hehe... and the whole class bursted into laughters! It was an unforgettable,yet sweet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Teacher, your encouragement, support and advices still carries me along til today although we have lost contact with each other. You inspired me to be someone which I've never thought of; someone full of potential, and calibre who can contribute to the country one day. I ought to be that someone, and I really want to. I remembered you once said that you will come to visit us when we have successfully established our own companies in the future.  Those are dreams that are yet to become a reality. I just hope to see you again in times to come. My memories of you will never fade. You're in my heart,always."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-1886567656167416065?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/1886567656167416065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-in-my-heartalways.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/1886567656167416065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/1886567656167416065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-in-my-heartalways.html' title='You&apos;re in my heart,always...'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-4810420033111315369</id><published>2009-03-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:35:25.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A joyful day</title><content type='html'>Finally the moment everyone is waiting for had arrived. i was still in school when the clock striked 12pm. that time,i was busy marking my students' test papers. my hands went numb and cold. my heart beats were so fast that i barely could breath properly. the time when i finish marking the last paper, i felt good and happy inside. my student got a perfect score for maths. how brilliant! =) i text my dad asking his whereabouts. thank goodness, he was at home. =)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dad,can u come to school later? I need your support. thanks!"&lt;/em&gt; i admit that i sounded babyish. but i really need him to be there when i get my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i packed my books,placed them into the rattan basket and made a move. i remembered my principal's cup of comfort: "It's already there. Worries can't change anything for the better neither for the worse too. Everything will be fine." i heed her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while on my way to school, i sang the song that goes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for You are great...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are beautiful so great...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no one else like You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is no one else like You...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very touching song that stirred up my emotions. i tried hard not to shed a tears as i knew that nothing could be changed. i felt worried,nervous,scared,all at once. somehow, i managed to ward off those feeling when i thought of what Jesus said in the book of Matt 6:34,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as i reached my school, i walked along the stretch of hilly road with a heavy heart. my mind were full of questions. "what will i get?" "what if i couldn't make it into local uni?" "how about my friends' results?" as i reached the notice board where the results are being displayed, i saw my classmate and asked her how was her result. she said she passed. i asked her mine 'cause i don't have the courage to see my result &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;she told me without hesitation that i passed.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;really?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"yes. you see it now."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other classmates, i would like to call them; "The 4 Brilliants" were there and asked me whether i cried because i was happy or sad. i told them that i did not expect to get such results and it was beyond my expectations. i felt both grateful and thankful. i would say that this is truly a miracle! wow! =D i wish my friends "Congratulations" upon knowing that they got good results with pointer 3 and above. our hard work and effort were paid off handsomely. i'm very,very happy.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words came true to me in the book of Matt 21:22 that says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whatever things you ask in prayer, believing, you will receive."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You're awesome! i'm amazed by Your works. Continue to bless my friends with more and more good things as they keep themselves on the track towards a brighter future!&lt;br /&gt;my dearest friends, i hope i can still see some of you in uni later! keep in touch and strive hard in all the things that you do! All the best! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-4810420033111315369?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/4810420033111315369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/03/joyful-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4810420033111315369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/4810420033111315369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/03/joyful-day.html' title='A joyful day'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-8286136665962403821</id><published>2009-02-22T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:09:44.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lone fish...</title><content type='html'>I'm alone in tis lake, a lake unknown to anyone except him. A lake without any visitors unless it is made known. A lake tat stood mightily and weather ol odds.  If tat someone goes there for fishing, he will have to go bek hm empty-handed; as tat fish will neva swim 2wards d hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he will kip waitin n waitin;while d fish will stay further frm d hook as it does not want to get hooked at tis moment of uncertainties. Frm d bright morning sunshine to d darkest of nite,  hope he will still b there, patiently waitin 4 d fish 2 appear. If d fish cud juz b seen frm d surface, he wud b glad as d fish is in gud condition n havin d freedom to swim wherever it likes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when he goes bek hm, hope tis doesn't mean tat he will giv up hope. But will turn up again to d lake d next day; tomoro, d day after n wil neva stops cumin. One day, d lake will turn muddy and dirty. nevertheless, hope he wil stil cum 2 fish n visit d lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord says, "Follow ME, and I will make you become fishers of men."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       -MArk 1:17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-8286136665962403821?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/8286136665962403821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/02/lone-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/8286136665962403821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/8286136665962403821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/02/lone-fish.html' title='A lone fish...'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1497165019444840618.post-33800049701126146</id><published>2009-02-13T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:55:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no longer alone</title><content type='html'>It's already morning when i started to blog. i can't believe tat i can finally have my own blog! tis is my first time to blog n somehow i cud feel d excitement in me. i have neva reveal my personal life thru d internet as i'm not tat pro or advance in using a com yet. haha... i'm still learning n has a very long way to go in tis area.  i believe everyone is.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2day is also a day which people around d world r looking 4ward to. A day which cums once a year, 2 b cherished n neva 2 b 4gotten. A day where flowers wil truly blossoms. Men wil start to throng in2 d florist shop 2 get their sweethearts a bouquet of flowers. Tat's a norm. Owh girl, u r lucky if u cud get 99 flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i have received a few text messages meant 4 frens, not for lovers. lol. those r meaningful messages, reli. As frenship is build on a solid foundation of like or love, it is of paramount importance tat we do n play our roles as frens 2 maintain such frenship. I owes believe in FRANCE which stands for:&lt;br /&gt;F- Friendship&lt;br /&gt;R- Remains&lt;br /&gt;A- And&lt;br /&gt;N- Never&lt;br /&gt;C- Can&lt;br /&gt;E- End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my best buddy, if u r reading tis, i wan 2 let u noe tat i'm willing 2 wait no matter how long. Fate will unite us one day. Let us endure tis life with patience n perseverance by following God's will.  Through prayers, nothing is impossible.=] Valentine's day is not juz 4 u n me, it's 4 everyone who's celebrating tis memorable day!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1497165019444840618-33800049701126146?l=forevergreen1314.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/feeds/33800049701126146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-no-longer-alone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/33800049701126146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1497165019444840618/posts/default/33800049701126146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevergreen1314.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-no-longer-alone.html' title='I&apos;m no longer alone'/><author><name>greenmich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11708704782098354042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xEGU-mCudAk/TeY7rMVjWpI/AAAAAAAAADo/tEOR7JFmMyY/s220/IMG_4254-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
