<?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-1188813539043194612</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:01:33.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>g.e.b</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5008680212643235967</id><published>2009-11-11T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T06:47:00.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time blogie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Wow, it's been a while since I last posted anything here. Say, a year? Well, maybe, coming to. Truthfully, I'm kind of despaired because it's the end of year! Who won't? After coming to this new school, I found myself attached to this bunch of people. It's sweet, definitely sweet. We shared some good memories of each other, moments which one could not possibly forget. It's a predictable thing, but I'm afraid this could only last a year and hopefully another year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Neway, haha, all I can say is, I love you guys.. I love this class, especially those who were closed to me, outspoken yet so loving. How sweet and warm to be close to all of you. I hope the attractions we have for each other would last till the last days of our lives - forever&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5008680212643235967?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5008680212643235967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5008680212643235967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5008680212643235967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5008680212643235967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-blogie.html' title='Long time blogie...'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5732584302586852604</id><published>2009-04-15T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:21:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell the world that JESUS Lives!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsUHTIUQGHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsUHTIUQGHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song not just because of the song, but the words that speak of truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5732584302586852604?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5732584302586852604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5732584302586852604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5732584302586852604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5732584302586852604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-world-that-jesus-lives.html' title='Tell the world that JESUS Lives!!!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-3114068137683709290</id><published>2009-04-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:35:10.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner dancing pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea1daB10UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cQ7Ykw9u18k/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325143126220067138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea1daB10UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cQ7Ykw9u18k/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea0-UMcxZI/AAAAAAAAANg/gs1xmLWYsfs/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325142690681844498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea1EDhb8xI/AAAAAAAAANo/yzKN1lkgzZs/s200/dfgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325142850483096562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea1NW1Bi_I/AAAAAAAAANw/LIuS-7Rh7JU/s200/zxgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea03O5fFAI/AAAAAAAAANY/EBFR8sXlS6o/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1188813539043194612-3114068137683709290?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/3114068137683709290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=3114068137683709290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3114068137683709290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3114068137683709290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/04/banner-dancing-pics.html' title='Banner dancing pics'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sea1daB10UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cQ7Ykw9u18k/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5756525067314170823</id><published>2009-04-15T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:20:01.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So weird guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tvm2ZsRv3C8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tvm2ZsRv3C8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopin hated this piece, yet we grade 8-ers and diplomarians love and adore this piece.. jus some weird composer. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5756525067314170823?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5756525067314170823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5756525067314170823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5756525067314170823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5756525067314170823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-weird-guy.html' title='So weird guy...'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5962096822170129057</id><published>2009-04-11T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:35:31.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Good Friday=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SeC4smfWmzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/I1xuPKJIxWg/s1600-h/jesus!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323457835937733426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SeC4smfWmzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/I1xuPKJIxWg/s200/jesus!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed the Good Friday we all know best--the Day Death Died and the day we all know His endurance and sacrifice made for us All. Speaking about endurance, I jus wanna share bout yesterday(Friday). Everything was all well during morning at school, heading towards the assembly hall with everyone else, like usual, starting off a conversation with my new best friend, Soo way, who's so dear to me. Then, owh, Puan Juzira, our form and Physics teacher just patted real hard on my shoulders. I though, oh my gosh, is she gonna give me kad merah? For I didn't sew my name tag on my pinafore, oops, and it's just this uniform that I hadn't sew one on, sgh. Worst of all, she told me that I would get a penalty today cos I didn't hand up my report card. Hah, I almost freak out, what to do? We students never had to buy one, why is the rule here so different? Anyway, I just head to the Chemistry lab. Then a prefect came to my class and asked me to go back to assembly hall. Oh my, discipline teacher was there with a bunch of students sitting a group there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God she was not at all mean or harsh, phew! At that moment, I thought, what's gonna turn out? Finally a mark on the kad merah where I never in my life had a mark on one before? Dad, im sorry if this is gonna embarrass you and whether if I could still get a scholarship I've wanted. I would always think alot of one thing and the consequences of it. Before I knew, tears rolled down. I dunno why I cried.. I know I'm that kind of girl who won't cry with ease, just not me at all. Besides, such small thing, why should I cry then? Suddenly, teacher called out my name, hah, I was still in tears by then, speaking with abstruse words cos I was crying, sigh. At that time I prayed that teacher would let me go, thankfully she did, saying that I need to pass up the report card by tomorrow(this morning). Ok, so all was alright until I came back from tuition and rushed to church after that. Supposedly I had to buy me the book at the stationary shop cos our koperasi doesn't sell like anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad had to put my mum down at church and rushed to the bookstore, and it was 10 mins to 8:30. My dad obviously was furious, knowing that he'll be late at church. Worst off, I didn't bring enough money cos I was rushing to go. So he scolded me, lecturing me the whole journey. But those paternal words really strucked me. I am who I am--so blur, indecisive at times, clumsy, blahh. He really told me off, but I know it's for my own good. Then we went in to church, worship was on. Singing 'Above all', my, I literally cried. I was remembering the past events took place from when I was young-- I really thought I was a plonker in primary school days, during primary 1, cos I will get among the last position in class while my siblings had always did well in their studies, rather intimidated by this. Then the lyrics strucked me, above all powers and all creations, He is King above all. Jesus came to died for us, being mocked and condemn, though compltely innocent and good, paying a ransom for our sake. He is Son of God, and He had to do this for us, little, tiny creatures, unseen in outerspace... What does our sufferings compared to this? Why should I be so intimidated by something small as such. I can advise ppl on this and that, but who am I to do such? simply hypocrisy. Then the next song, 'Here I Stand Forgiven' tears rolled down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is raftly it, there's till summore to it but I can't continue, just one night of encountering with God through His Holy Spirit. I can't describe the feeling I had at that time, but I know I never felt this way, a mix feeling combined with things of my childhood times. But I should not dwelleth in things of the past, but move on and grow stronger even more. This day, I really realized that I am no different from that either. My heart could not sustain that much, but only He can, and thank you Lord, for dying on the Cross for us, that I am now forgiven and for everyone else too. Thank You so, so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5962096822170129057?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5962096822170129057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5962096822170129057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5962096822170129057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5962096822170129057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-good-friday.html' title='One Good Friday=)'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SeC4smfWmzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/I1xuPKJIxWg/s72-c/jesus!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-7891895115944508447</id><published>2009-04-05T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:49:54.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner dancing session</title><content type='html'>Well, today would be the second training session for the banner dancing I'm currently joining. The teaching coach, Pastor Jean Schofield Ward (in the video). Frankly speaking, when pastor Jean said about: "Girls that comes in for the first may feel a lil bit timid" --I really am so! Haha!But thank God He led me to overcome it:) Seriously we were blessed for she didn't charge us anything for the session, just that we had to buy the banners for RM90 and video for RM10. These are the 3 songs we all have learnt today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmS5Kz2776Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmS5Kz2776Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_ugyDAALIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_ugyDAALIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQLLxZVFehs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQLLxZVFehs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-7891895115944508447?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/7891895115944508447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=7891895115944508447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7891895115944508447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7891895115944508447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-today-would-be-second-training.html' title='Banner dancing session'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-740421262352598898</id><published>2009-03-29T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:36:15.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babbling~</title><content type='html'>Oh well, today was our church Mega Carwash day, a contribution to build a toilet for a combodian whose heart is for the Lord we all love most. Yit Phin took pics for the day, dunno when she'll upload it... My group had to wash a big Naza Ria and 4 other cars in 2 hours time, but we manage to pull it off since we didn't wash the last car -- Pastor's car.. oops! That time everyone was so exhausted I guess, not to mention the weather. And Ken Yoong's team stole my bucket from my team! But i guess they just took it and wash the car with the water in it. Lol, sorry for this going-to-be long winded post, just babbling for fun, hehe. Typing all this out while helping my dad to find information for his thesis. Dato' C.S Ong and Auntie Jessica got baptised today! Haha! Seriously I adore them. Even though he's a public figure, but he's so humble! That's what amaze me most. These are the 2 of 'em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took this picture after the prayer meeting, which is actually their Anniversary and Auntie's b-day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318582118549518834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sc9mQfzjefI/AAAAAAAAANA/nY7W1BHe-Nw/s200/2659_57775729626_579844626_1418514_836164_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year that i finally, trully realise the importance for me to study and work real hard for the furtherance of my education. So I went online always to research on the role and the job of an architect. After I messaged my friend during that night (in the pic), literally I cried, cos.. I too am not sure whether I'm going to take the right path God wants to have, being an architect is hard, especially after watching those videos on 'How to be an Architect'... But Thank God for giving dad a revelation -- a confirmation and answer to my question all this while, really gave me a relief! Thank You, Lord:) So still, He stays the utmost priority in my life, always and I finally realised what I have miss all these years~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-740421262352598898?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/740421262352598898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=740421262352598898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/740421262352598898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/740421262352598898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/03/babbling.html' title='Babbling~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/Sc9mQfzjefI/AAAAAAAAANA/nY7W1BHe-Nw/s72-c/2659_57775729626_579844626_1418514_836164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-8395098200399206212</id><published>2009-03-04T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:19:15.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming stronger</title><content type='html'>My, my.. how time goes by, marks of test papers before you, unequivocally knowing what kind of marks you gonna get. Assignments fill your table tops, piling as high as everest at land. Distressing with a device screen before you, typing your hearts aloud, not forgetting your revision book that lays infront too. This test, that test, when will it end? Gosh... rhythming rhyms, rehearsing dialogues, viv-a-visa the facts of history, it's much harder. It's just a way we get much mature too, absorbing much knowledge, stuffing it into our minds and soul. Still, put His Word first. Palpitating my hearts go wild, sighing at the part we all do, but take heed, myself, the joy of He is thy strength. Before you He reaches out His hand, waiting for thy to hold, strengthening thyself stronger than before, thy fortress rebuild and in Word it says, 'you are more than conquerors'. Be lifted up from the miry's clay, O Mighty, forever, I'll never be the same cos You came here, from the everlasting, to the world in need, the Father's only son. And so, my saying, 'the source of strength from you is beyond splendor, yet we were blind to even know it before.' A writing to encourage myself, when time comes when strength of one becomes lacking, I count on You :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-8395098200399206212?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/8395098200399206212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=8395098200399206212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8395098200399206212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8395098200399206212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/03/becoming-stronger.html' title='Becoming stronger'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-1798969627228345864</id><published>2009-02-23T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:35:52.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so..</title><content type='html'>As far as this one go, alone not many could grasp the true meaning if 'it'. Shall I call it a mere statement? But to all it differs in meaning. A beaut with scars beneath or within that awaits with much eager, of something that could hold this heart of hers besides the cardiac within. A feeling which one couldn't expect.. heavy, atrocious, and finally.. unmitigated. An unfeigned love, unsullied? She was, rather ruffled with her mind, patently saying: "I'm a fool, gosh!" Even figuring or plumbing utterance poorly spoken. Yet such poshy, acquisite possesion she refuse, what more does she wants? Astonishing she, statute and righteousness, her character that moves, passion of full and panache of an honorable lady. Can one be describe as of par excellence and adorn with words like such? But still she bereft of one important thing. And so my hope for the posterity to know the One who longs for you to come to Him, regardless of the affluent or the paupers, the acolyte either master, acquaintance or friends, be transformed by the mighty King who is coming to meet His people once more and to bring them back to His Father. And so, be prepared...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-1798969627228345864?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/1798969627228345864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=1798969627228345864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1798969627228345864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1798969627228345864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so.html' title='And so..'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2553947760176109175</id><published>2009-02-19T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:20:28.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check This Out.. She's good..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUx4t4W4eVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vUx4t4W4eVY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2553947760176109175?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2553947760176109175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2553947760176109175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2553947760176109175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2553947760176109175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-7912058546626057998</id><published>2009-02-16T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:32:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwUvgJVoZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2TgaqYPQVw/s1600-h/14018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304137267451109778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwUvgJVoZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2TgaqYPQVw/s200/14018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gosh, I didn't know I would be so blur these days. Seriously I don't like it at all. I lost practically almost everything! Gosh, what happened to me, Lord? I tend to lose strength each day. Just today, I got so angered even its a small thing. And, I need to ask you for forgiveness on that. Gosh, I feel so reckless.. Still, Your Word always remind me that they that wait upon You shall renew their strength. I'm not jus physically tired, but, sigh, just feel like 50% of my strength gone. Lord, can You smack my head and wake me up? Pls don't smack too hard, lol, sorry. Sigh.. and I'll really be frustrated if ppl do say the word 'aiyoh' gosh, it's really annoying to me, yea, I misunderstood bout it, but pls dun say that word, sigh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SSK cell 2 is starting begining on March, and our meeting is always a week earlier, so I couldn't go for the Youth Alpha, sigh, I know it's gonna be a lot of fun. Fuh, I need strength on that, it drains me alot. But why should I be weary when You are the Jehovah Jireh huh? Despite all, I still wanna thank You for providing me that 50% to move on. Thank You, LORD :)&lt;/span&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/1188813539043194612-7912058546626057998?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/7912058546626057998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=7912058546626057998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7912058546626057998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7912058546626057998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuh.html' title='Fuh...'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwUvgJVoZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2TgaqYPQVw/s72-c/14018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5103424233705146179</id><published>2009-02-12T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:04:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwVYvj93sI/AAAAAAAAALw/ykraWpOuSzo/s1600-h/love_buttons_by_julkusiowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304137975963967170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwVYvj93sI/AAAAAAAAALw/ykraWpOuSzo/s200/love_buttons_by_julkusiowa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La~ well, I don't need to go to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SCHOOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;tomorrow!! Yipee!! ~ Ahh, get to rest for a day and get rid of those tiredness but i'm required to finish my homework no matter what too, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;haih.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;VALENTINES&lt;/span&gt; day is tomorrow? lol.. and I just wanna wish my friends on this day.. it's not specifically for couples, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; is allowed too :D my rule, hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mum&lt;/span&gt; said she wanted to put me in one of those private schools, but dad said it's a slight chance to get in to local uni-s if I were to be in those schools. Oh well, I would jus hav to work super hard and pull myself up in any circumstances, but still, I really need the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grace and help of the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do so, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;One of my friend asked me to go for an event on Valentines day, but I jus simply replied that '&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;it's just not my time yet' &lt;/span&gt;lol.. What I mean is, maybe.. my heart ain't ready for it yet, and I'm just afraid I'll get hurt if it doesn't go the way I wish it would be. It's not my choice of not wanting it.. well I'm not sure.. if it's God's will, then let His will be done :) Let Him choose the right one for me. And, I don't require much, as long as he puts God above all else and love the Lord more than me. And so, "&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;let my heart be free in time to come when all else is right and let His will be done&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And still, my favorite song from Yiruma: Do you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9vKjxwVcnc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9vKjxwVcnc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also : Tears on love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ1JAuBeVAE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQ1JAuBeVAE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5103424233705146179?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5103424233705146179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5103424233705146179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5103424233705146179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5103424233705146179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-well-i-dont-need-to-go-to-school.html' title='La~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SZwVYvj93sI/AAAAAAAAALw/ykraWpOuSzo/s72-c/love_buttons_by_julkusiowa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2086234628365228997</id><published>2009-02-12T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:37:43.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa! simply a wow~</title><content type='html'>My piano teac. gave a piano grade 8 piece: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Allegro con Spirito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by the excellent, renown &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Muzio Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gosh.. it's tough, since I had to skip grade 7 to grade 8.. save money :D and fast, haha. 5 paged long a piece, guess how long it may take for me to master this piece, but it's really nice, especially the begining and the end.. and it's just amazing the way this girl plays it .. and she's only 14! Whoa! bravissima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9P81SXdapg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9P81SXdapg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2086234628365228997?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2086234628365228997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2086234628365228997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2086234628365228997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2086234628365228997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoa-simply-wow.html' title='Whoa! simply a wow~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2967953152730204175</id><published>2009-02-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T07:35:39.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ignore this... ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha, too bored, not too keen to the homeworks, gosh... I can't figure out how to do those Add math q's. Yup, ask you! But you were not online.. hehe, so asked my dad, but he managed to teach me few questions.. guess it was just too many of em' for him. He's tired so I don't wanna trouble him too. Haih.. I'm not emphasizing on this, it's just some ramblings by me, of course. :p sorry.. this is how I sound when I'm so tired &amp;amp; frustrated..... :D hehe. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Crazily me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know this blog is just so boring, but it's more to me as a diary rather than just typing down my emotions or anger, blahh... I'm just using this blog to glorify His name and testify His great splendour. Yupee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Most of you may not know this facts about me. Well, sometimes I'm just rather serious when I talk, it's just the way I am. But if I wanna joke, I can really make you laugh. I'm just shy and I dun really expose my true emotions that obviously. My legs keeps hurting these few days, worst than before.. both legs are hurt rather than just one. But still, I must have faith that I'll get better, yup. Thank You, Lord :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lol, today at school the four girls including me got into a conversation of their 'love life', lol, girls talk. Haha, I didn't started it, but it's a girl's talk, so it's about girls 'love life' problems? nahh, we are mature girls, and we know how to handle. lol, what am I talking bout.... hehe. We were just basically talking funny or weird stuff just to distress. Haha, then I asked them a question, rather secret :p... &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"What if you find that guy to be your true love and you love him so much but it seems he doesn't really like you though you 2 are rather close? will you still stay loyal to him only because he's your true love?"&lt;/span&gt; They said yea.. lol, I don't know where did that come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Well, ok, end to that. Gosh.. I dun wanna say anymore.. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ta-ta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2967953152730204175?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2967953152730204175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2967953152730204175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2967953152730204175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2967953152730204175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-ignore-this-ramblings.html' title='Just ignore this... ramblings'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2082398836948789803</id><published>2009-02-05T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:48:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Your will be done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, just a scoop of my new school. It's rather shocking to see the students keeping quiet during every singing of the anthem and so forth, and the people there are mostly chinese, so you can imagine the people-in-charge are mostly which race. I'm writing this now, as I'm too tired of finishing my Sejarah homework. I went for prayer meeting with my parents last night which the Lord actually prompted me to go at first. But, just gonna obey Him forgetting the loads of homework at home. And, haha, the leader asked me to pray for the Children and Youthes, as only me and another girl are present as youth 'representative', but she was supposed to pray since she is more senior than me, supposedly. I kept praying in tongues and I got a lil nervous as it was my first time praying in front of the adults who were intercessors.. fuh! Then the Lord impressed on me the desire to really pray for the children and youthes as we are the next generation and the world is in our hands in coming.&lt;br /&gt;So.. I'm just gonna work on it, and see what God has installed for me: His plans, His mission for me. Take it on, breaking bondages, let His will be done.&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/1188813539043194612-2082398836948789803?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2082398836948789803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2082398836948789803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2082398836948789803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2082398836948789803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-your-will-be-done.html' title='Let Your will be done!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-9192122344366436267</id><published>2009-02-01T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:26:17.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Anew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Phew.. after one week of CNY in Kuching, I felt rather different this whole 1 week especially when I was packing my stuff to come back to KL. This whole week was, wow, revival I would say, so awesome~ Anyway, the most chun person is my mum, going to every of my relative's house and spreading the good news about Him and my dad's testimony, which is, He is now healed from cancer! Miracalously! WooHoo! Praise Him in the Highest! Amazing thing, when my mum shared all the stories, all of them kept quiet and listen carefully to my mum :D Which they used to be hard and their pride which used to cut off all of this, but by God's grace they didn't! And also my mum is a good story teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this week was also the time when God told me or advice me in things which He would want me to do for Him. Well, Lord, I will promise to work diligently and obediantly for Your sake. Lol, You asked me to read 1 Kings &amp;amp; 2 Kings once more and I understand the greatness of You and the punishment You will give to those who turn away from You, like some of the Kings for example Ahab and Ahaziah, their whole descendants were banished and none are left! That shows how real You are! Yup, my promise, to work my best to revive the next generation even till the last bit of my strength. I must make my promise, must, or not, shreek, doom. Lord, You're looking what I'm writing right now, gosh... it's serious matter! But still, Lord, wisdom and strength, my source of strength! Still can't do it without Your help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the second coming of Christ is near, Your people are reviving as You've planned, disasters upon disasters, trials and tribulations, it's all the sign of it. So, rise up people of God! Turn your hearts to the great He that has loved you from the bottom of His heart and He who has saved you in every possible way! Rise up!!&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/1188813539043194612-9192122344366436267?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/9192122344366436267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=9192122344366436267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/9192122344366436267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/9192122344366436267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-anew.html' title='Heart Anew'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-8698448757363646838</id><published>2009-01-21T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:25:47.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just so tired..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though it's just the 3rd week of school.. I'm already exhausted with all the work! Gosh.. what's gonna await me after this? I've not been sleeping well... can't even have my nap cos I've to do my work, and I get home real late too. Arh.. can't believe I fell in the toilet that day, slipped and hurt my head and backbone, thank God its nothing serious, but severe pain may come if I'm not precautious enough. This has really added pain to me, stress and pains? Gosh, Lord HELP!! Btw, I'm one who's good at enduring pain and I don't usually shout or scream.. but when I say it hurts, it really do.. Phew.. just so stress out, and sorry guys if I didn't have much time to message you, rather tired and busy, hehe, but still can online, yea, I wanna do work. Anyway, I'm gonna go back Kuching this Sat!! Yipee! I miss 'you' so much, you know? I miss the food and the people I adore so much there. I miss my house.. gonna take a picture of it when I get back later. Yea, gonna visit what it's best known for! The beaches!! I used to get so bored goin to 'em, guess I'm not now, since I rarely find any here, though there is, haha. I miss my friends there too, gonna pay them a visit later, do a checklist too! Wheee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wanna have my rest! Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-8698448757363646838?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/8698448757363646838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=8698448757363646838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8698448757363646838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8698448757363646838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/01/though-its-just-3rd-week-of-school.html' title='I&apos;m just so tired..'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2528925841568934531</id><published>2009-01-16T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:25:20.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For thy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Flashing remenisce appears rapidly as thoughts that I find simply unbearable and rolling tears strolls down that cheek of mine. How time flies! Ah~ how those sweet moments swift through and here it comes, sufferings to endure. Our mind switches, thoughts travels farther and wider apart, remeniscing the past and embracing what is now. Thus, too, that some would ever hope time pauses or could rewind, and being carefree and rather free in thinking, to be released from all boundaries of life. We do face things either atrociously bad or awesomely good, it's not what we could change or choose, just the way it is, so.. then be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pondering the subject of this, many too are thinking the way I am, that maybe there's a panacea to enfold this rumbling tumblings and open a new chapter of life full of gladness! But peeps, there is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That One who came upon this earth on a day we know of well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thee that humbles thyself to bring teachings to thy people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And thou do miracles upon miracles that astonishes not few,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this One suffers atrociously yet some rejoices over those;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for not for thy sake but ours that thy lay upon the cross,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that thee could save us from all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You, O Lord, that Yeshua has paid the price for us on the cross, that we could glorify thy name who is above all else, the King of kings and Lord of lords, Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2528925841568934531?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2528925841568934531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2528925841568934531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2528925841568934531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2528925841568934531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-thy.html' title='For thy..'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2545044829080379941</id><published>2009-01-07T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:33:32.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New schoolbie~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Walla, first day of school was kinda weird, thank God one of my church friend was there. Lol, my first buddy in that school is a guy, he's a new student too, he comes from PJ, but for some reason he's here. He's quite nice to talk too, ahah, but frankly, he and another guy is friendlier than the others, the rest, urgh, only talk to their own 'species'. The girls in the class are awesomely friendly! Wow, seriously I've never met any of my classmates like em', makes me feel warm, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.. I can't go for running now, sobs, do hope that the Lord would heal my leg as soon as possible, wanna go play tennis with friends! Sigh, miss sports now, but I'm thankful that I could at least walk quite normally, though sometimes my steps are not really stable, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hah... Lord, I really need your strength to keep me strong, that I can handle school works and not be overly exhausted that I can't fully prepare myself for the ministry work, harh..&lt;br /&gt;Above all, thank You for ever providing me with new friends that could be there with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2545044829080379941?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2545044829080379941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2545044829080379941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2545044829080379941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2545044829080379941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-schoolbie.html' title='New schoolbie~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-690010163857803357</id><published>2009-01-01T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:02:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalaaa~</title><content type='html'>Lalaaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School is goin to reopen soon!! That means have to study again.... haih.... new school.. new bunch of friends.. new teachers.. sigh. Guess I'm not gonna be a prefect after 2008... rather tired, went for 3 interviews and became a prefect for so many years d, tired, so don't want d..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So... I better study hard!! F4 is not easy, new subjects, harder to tackle..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of all, God bless all my friends who are going to take their SPM results!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-690010163857803357?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/690010163857803357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=690010163857803357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/690010163857803357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/690010163857803357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2009/01/lalaaa.html' title='Lalaaa~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-6156517343499393822</id><published>2008-12-30T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:35:12.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Commerce of a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha.. just a laugh to end a year which's going to end with enormous memories though unforgettable yet painful as well. First off, would like to thank the Lord for all that He has done, spiritualy and mentaly as well. It was more of a surprise that I was chosen out of the other teens to lead a group of young innocent, adorable kids below the age of 7. Having to carry this responsibility to teach God's Word to them as well as the pressure from school and home which sometimes drives me to the brink. I was just in the ministry shorter than the others but the overall leader, i guess, see something in me. It's really something I couldn't get from anywhere, going for training and so forth, it's tough, but fun, yea, haha. But most importantly, it was really a breakthrough for me, from being a quite worldly to a more godly gal. Only a handful knows how and what I was like before, I don't mean bad, but in spiritual terms, worldy, yea.. I used to like all sort of things, but I still dress appropriately of course. I used to watch alot of anime, love it so much, knowing every debut and MVs of every artist, playing games that I used to indulge in. So now I'm leaving that wordly life, upholding my all to Him, dedicated to Him alone. And too, I thank God that this year was a great year as well, a turning point in my spiritual life. And thank God for the times we spent as a family, sharing each other's burden and overcoming obstacles, great actually&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And not forgetting, meeting the three was like a great gift to me as well, they became like my mentors, letting me know the importance of a friendship as well as brother and sisterhood which I cherish so much ever since. Though others may misunderstood my intentions and what forth, causing anger and break-ups. yea, that was the bad part. But I thank God for letting me know the three.. cos I really adore them so darn much, truly, and they also mean so much to me too, that's why I treat them like my own family and to help them in all possible means. But at times I overeacted as well :p sorry guys. Who else? Rohana, Brian and Ashwin :) I'll cherish this friendship with you guys forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And my results.. ahhh.. not satisfying but I deserve it. Too lazy to study, last minute studying, heh... dats why result like that la. B for geo cos I was struck with a sudden eye strain and bad headache during the last paper, sigh. But still, gonna thank the Lord for all that He has done, though I didn't finish studying, wow, come to think of it, it's really by Your grace. But I really wanna apologise to my mom and dad, especially my dad, for humiliating him with this results, sigh.. really sorryyy dad, gonna work harder now, not gonna let you down ;( hah, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well, my last words for this year, and my wish to everyone around me regardless of acquaintance or friends. May the Lord our Savior who has poured down His everlasting love ever bless you in any ways and may you grow closer to Him each day. He'll make your paths straight and strengthens you to do the things He wants you to do for Him. Ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and you shall find. And for those who yet to know Him will eventually know that He's the One who could save you. So seek Him and not the flesh, for He is mighty and wonderous to help you out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Not to forget.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*~HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!!!!~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;finale and a commerce of a new year...&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/1188813539043194612-6156517343499393822?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/6156517343499393822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=6156517343499393822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/6156517343499393822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/6156517343499393822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/commerce-of-new-year.html' title='A Commerce of a New Year'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-3992650638723517831</id><published>2008-12-25T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T05:50:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas- ta!! Sweetie~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Walla~ the birth of our Lord Jesus onto this earth, may we remember the frank and true meaning of this wonderful day and season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Christmas day means wrapping gifts too! Harh.. whole day yesterday was a spiritual warfare. Lord, we have fought the battle, and now we are victorious and glad with peacefulminds indulge in much happiness to celebrate this day. Fuh, after the warfare we wrap presents for our beloved church friends, and guess what time we wrap.. 1 a.m... till 4 am.. woke up at 8 this morning, almost cant woke up. Amazingly I didn't feel sleepy the whole day, everyone is now sleeping, except me, hehe.. sneak and on the computer! Muahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.. just finished wrapping everyone's gift.. so online now! Hehe.. Yupee.. mum gonna cook delicious cuisines and roasted chicken! Ahh.. the aroma.. lol. Can't wait to open the gifts.. hehe, owh, btw, dai go, I opened the gift you gave me during that day, hehe... thanks again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Seriously no idea what to write.. *BLANK*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oh ya, I appreciate everyone's gift given with that cheerful heart of you all. To me, a gift given with a wiling and cheerful heart worth more than the price of it. So thank you all, even if you give me something that's worth a sweet, I'll dearly appreciate it too :D Sincerely, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway, we sang a Birthday song for Him!! Yupee! Lalalala.. Happy Birthday, Jesus!! May all your people be filled with joy and rejoice upon this great day. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;*~Blessed Christmas~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;THANK YOU, JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&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/1188813539043194612-3992650638723517831?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/3992650638723517831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=3992650638723517831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3992650638723517831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3992650638723517831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-ta-sweetie.html' title='Christmas- ta!! Sweetie~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5476795597291426798</id><published>2008-12-20T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:47:05.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day! Hahah..</title><content type='html'>Wow, another hectic day. Guess I'm gonna go through the whole routine for today. First, woke up around 8 in the morning, practise playing the piano for really long, yet, teacher say she can't make it, sigh.. could have slept for those minutes to at least have more strength for the day. Then, have to prepare ingrediants with mum for the Christmas drama, made about 70 sandwiches, phew, but I didn't finish doing it, my siblings finished it off, cos got to rush to the party already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum almost didn't allow me to go when I told my mum at first that I may have to go there by train, then she made up her mind to ask her friend, ben's mum to bring me and kai. Ash said he's at Megamall, can't come with me, then guess what, he took a cab and walk all the way.. kesian, but we walked all the way too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yea, about the party, let me go through the whole thing. I know the paint for the room was bought by tiffany from IKEA and painted by the youths, including tiffany and brian, of course. How I know? Haha.. easy thing. Yup, I really do enjoyed the party!! A really sporting mum and a mature and brave son. Lol.. kinda blur at the begining so can't really figure what to actually do and say. Owh, knowledgeable Kenny became leader! Claudia and I forced him, poor guy, end up calling our team Kenny Rogers, hehe, owh, that's Claudia's idea. Haha, I'm really kia-su during games, pardon me for that. Actually, I still find the magazine part the funniest of all. Eh, I tot it was Ash, then when I turn around, you said: "Thanks, geraldine, thanks for the idea." lol.. But of all, too bad we 3 missed the important part.. sigh, sorry, have to run errands today, seriously hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ash and kai came to my house and ate spagetti while mum shared more to them :D then, immediately rush to the drama. Great performance.. indeed. For just a short testi, yea, testi time.. Kai actually phoned me last night to tell me that both of them not going for the drama, after that I went and do my normal time alone and I came to a passage that I read before. It says that Jesus told the disciples that a faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains, and it requires prayer and fasting. So I decided to do it and ash phoned me and say that they are coming! Haha! Really thank God! And that's why it's important to do your time alone, you know? Ash saw Ron and he keeps on teasing me.. sadly, kai too. That time he was just 7 feets behind me, kesian la.. alone also. But hey, he's just a friend to me, and I like him as a friend. Haiyo, kacau me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back after 10.. really tired and sleepy. My eye-strain came back again, always happen when I'm too stress.. It's 2.40 am now.. gotta sleep! &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And again, thank You, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5476795597291426798?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5476795597291426798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5476795597291426798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5476795597291426798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5476795597291426798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day-hahah.html' title='What a day! Hahah..'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-740713216111012825</id><published>2008-12-17T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:03:48.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Visit!</title><content type='html'>Yeah.. one website I recommend you all to go and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chick.com/catalog/tractlist.asp"&gt;http://www.chick.com/catalog/tractlist.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do go and see.. it's just simply fantastic!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-740713216111012825?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/740713216111012825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=740713216111012825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/740713216111012825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/740713216111012825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeah.html' title='Do Visit!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-4219434487110597139</id><published>2008-12-16T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:28:40.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Facts</title><content type='html'>Just some.. I think.. rather true definitions about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life.You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone.Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs.You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality.You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.People can see you as stubborn and headstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely have a dominant personality.You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-4219434487110597139?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/4219434487110597139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=4219434487110597139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4219434487110597139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4219434487110597139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-facts.html' title='True Facts'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-4405868755835938450</id><published>2008-12-16T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:36:27.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I?</title><content type='html'>I find it just simply hard to be able to take that breath when things around me seem wrong, uncertainty that prevails. Sigh, it sounds emo, but I'm not emo-ing, cos it's not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harh.. my only hope to ever forgetting those dreadful thoughts at times is to just turn to the Father, the One that can take any insecurities, depressions and that hopeless self out of one. The greatest comforter yet a ruler and King above all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, my life fell to a conclusion: everything doesn't seem really important now, giving it all up to Him seem to be the best panecea to my answer. Lord, have all the words from your chosen ones to me have been the answer to my question all while? I'm full of uncertainties that affects my concentration, and has drain off my energy till the last bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that ron has the same ambition as I do but he says it's not good business here, true. It makes me think that all this worldly ambitions and desires or pleasures isn't the utmost priority in my life. To me, he's just my guy-friend, nothing more to it, just someone I could talk to at times, mere friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clueless.. Could I get over with all this, that I too can contradict what have been said? That love too may seem unimportant to me at the end? THAT I'm not sure.. but it seem I could let it go just like that.. Someone has asked me just now whether I've a boyfriend or not, but I just simply reply him as I've said before, is: this hasn't really been in my mind for now, I'll save it for later, when the time is right.. but for now, it would just be God and other important stuff. Why? Definite uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-4405868755835938450?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/4405868755835938450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=4405868755835938450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4405868755835938450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4405868755835938450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/may-i.html' title='May I?'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2624244664787653399</id><published>2008-12-11T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:12:25.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff</title><content type='html'>Just some things about me that I seldom mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kind of person who don't really like to be all girlish, handbags, clothes, shoes pink? Nahh.. someone thought that I'm like one but NO! And also, going for manicure or pedicure and stuff like making yourself beautified with products and chemicals. It's unimportant for me and I don't put make-ups, natural beauty.. lol.. But most importantly is to spend your time getting close to the Lord and strengthen that relationship with Him. Though so, I love artistic stuff and maybe that make me an artistic person as well besides going for art class long time ago.. And, I'm contemplative.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to musics, christian's, worldly ones. Haha, I remember watching MTV or [V] every single day, but I've stop listening english songs because I find it to be a waste of time and I find the lyrics of some of the songs simply meaningless. But I do love korean songs nowadays. Just found out that I have a korean neighbour! I do hope I could learn a few korean words with them. Though, I do know how to speak a few of it.. like, gamsahhamnida, anio haseyo and chisumida (I don't really know the spellings..hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum recently told me that actually I had twin brothers, but they died during birth, rather saddening. If they were to be born and still be alive, I won't be here on this earth, it's either the twins or me. So it makes me think that the Lord has gave me this chance to see the world and to admire His wonderful creations on earth. Still, thank You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one kind of a person who would like to just help you and to carry the burden with you. Just like in &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Galatians 6:2 "Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ".&lt;/span&gt; And if you need any help, just ask me and I'll be there for you, but the greatest help comes from Him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm given the chance to have all the fun I want, I'll certainly have it! Yea, for sure! Haha. I can get all crazy at times, if you allow me to :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids and so now I'm busy with the children ministry, and thank God I was appointed to become the cell leader, and it's really tough, being the youngest teacher among all, but I'm doing it just to obey and to serve Him with the love I cherish for the Most Holy One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Pam preached during these past few days and one thing really strucked me. It's like an answer to my question for all these years. Seems like the sermons this season are almost the same, I think it's the time where God wants His people to rise up and speed up. I've been wondering about my life in the future, whether to be just obediantly and commited to serve Him only or to have my own family. My heart is wanting to serve You wholeheartedly but we as humans do have our own human desires. Sigh, I don't really know, O Lord, just need your confirmation about this, my future is still uncertain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2624244664787653399?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2624244664787653399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2624244664787653399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2624244664787653399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2624244664787653399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-just-me-p.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2268151938940899768</id><published>2008-11-29T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:04:25.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I give all my praise to You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I would like to just explain the whole scenario that took place during the whole rob thing. That day, well, morning, me and rohana went to the High-5 bread factory because it's quite compulsory for the club members to go for it. We brought some goodies home, big bags of breads and stuff, just had to carry it, too big, haha. Then, we got back around 2.40 pm, I wanted to go for my chinese class, but just too lazy and tired that time (I should've gone). So I had to walk home, as usual, just that Hemala was not with me this time. I just remember carrying my bag and holding that bag of 'goodies', walking alone under that hot sun, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many cars at that time. I was just thinking to myself bout some stuff then suddenly I heard a voice like my conscience (but it's definitely not conscience) that told me I'm gonna be rob! And the amazing thing is, it told me where it's going to take place, and true enough, it really happened! Then when I was just goin to pray, a motorbike just came towards me, for dunno what reason I stopped at that moment and place, cos the road was quite narrow and there's a car infront of me, so naturally I stop for the car or bike to pass through. After that, hah, frightening thing happen. Suddenly the bike stopped and a guy behind another guy who's driving the bike got off and came behind me. He started grabbing me and spoke in malay, rather muffled, saying 'bagi saya wang awak' I was quite terrified and shock at the fact that it really came true. And I saw he was holding a knife, oh gosh, freaking man, it's a big knife again, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then I said ok, ok, and he just quickly open the zip and took my money and key away and the goddies! During that, I prayed in tongues infront of him, out loud. I think he must have thought I was cursing him or something, haha. Oh, and before that, I also prayed that he won't take my mp4 away, and thank God he didn't!! Then he got onto the bike. Btw, he's a malay and the other guy who's riding the bike was wearing helmet, so I can't possibly see his face. I was too stunned and shocked that time that I didn't even think of looking at the carplate. Sigh, should have been more aware. Then a lady driving her bus came to me and she asked me some questions. Actually, if she saw what had happened, then why didn't she just called the police or something? Well, nvm, maybe she was too shocked herself or maybe she saw the knife too, hmm.. whatever, can't blame her also. Besides, she asked me to call my mum to pick me up, oww.. but my mum can't, she's stuck at home. No choice but to walk home alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I didn't really cried that time, just shocked that it really happened, well, yea, did cry a little. Then I told my mom everything and she tried to calm me down. So I tried to cool down for while and sms 2 of my most trusted friends, urmm, or 'bros', haha.. sigh, actually, guys, it was quite hard to tell it, but I just had to, cos it's just too hard for me to handle it alone. Thanks guys, for your help. And thanks brian, for helping me with those comforting words, thank you so so much. Traumatic? seriously, yea, who wouldn't say no, unless you're some kind of person that's so damn fearless of course. But I manage to get over it now, phew, I'm still as cool and tough as I used to be. Yup, strength is what I needed most that time, strength to really overcome it. lol.. I played the piano that evening and I played it with much emotion and the dynamics was great! Haha, would've got high marks if it was exam. I seriously thought bout this kinda things during that time, I'm weird huh? Some people would've cried really loud and try not to do anything but sleep. I can't sleep at that time, haha. Though I got a headache, I just wanted to... dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I'm gonna forgive that guy for what he has done and if I ever saw him again, I will tell him a great news which he has yet to know :) I just really wanna thank the Lord that he has really indeed protect me during that time, that I didn't got hurt or killed that time. It's by Your amazing grace and mercy that has led me to understand and important lesson which I couldn't have thought of. In all things, I wanna give my utmost praise and thanks to You! Truly You're one great and true God that's unlike any others, Amen. But though things like this may happen to you, God will always be there to comfort you and heal that trembling thought of yours. Just ask Him, and He will be there for you. Why did He let this happen to me? Well, that's kinda personal, more of like a lesson for me to learn. He let it happen for a purpose. Nevertheless, I'm thankful and gald it happen, to help me realise something that meant so important to me. During that whole process, I tried to be just cool and calm, smile and laugh with my friends and so on, just tried to feel normal. But it was a struggle. I kept imagining accidents, and lots of terrrible stuff, even when I'm on the road or in the car, my imagination would just go wild with those disastress stuff. It just haunts me and it's freakishly scary. I just prayed and it got better. The Power of Prayer :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I was emotionally disrupted since then, but the Lord healed my heart slowly, to bring that broken pieces back to it's place, it took time. I had to go through it for months and only now, I could really set that poignant and trauma free.. with the help of the Most Holy One. So that's why I'm writing it now! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;As the word says:&lt;br /&gt;"I guide you in the way of wisdom and lead you along straight paths. When you walk, your steps will not be hampered; when you run, you will not stumble" Proverbs 4:11, 12 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, wisdom and strength. I shall not stumble once more, but rise up with much strength and boldness, leaving behind the past and moving forward, with steps that will not be hampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, I wanna thank God again and thank you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2268151938940899768?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2268151938940899768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2268151938940899768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2268151938940899768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2268151938940899768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-and-thank-you.html' title='I give all my praise to You!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-5048186219101340676</id><published>2008-11-27T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:52:30.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yuhoo!~ I'm finally 15 and that means I'm getting older, no, I won't use the word 'old', I'll use.. mature! Yes. I'm getting older, and that means I must act and think more maturely as well. It's gonna be a new begining, and a new start. Nevertheless, I should think more mature now, and not act according to my own feelings that end up making myself to look like a fool and hurt others instead, not good, yup. K! I went out with my friends today..ermm.. not exactly today, because it's 1:51 am now.. haha, anyway, it was really fun, though there were things that really didn't go well, but it's ok, as long as we all had fun!! WoOt!~ I wanna thank this people who has put so much effort to make this birthday of mine a splash: Roopini, Irene and not forgetting, Tulsi. Thanks so much, guys!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's us at McD for lunch! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273395584031661250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS7dWBJSHMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VSarha9Ml98/s200/100_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;These are all the girls that went (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273396762781535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS7eaoVJzYI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OolHz5S0kNM/s200/100_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They got me this!! It glows.. that's what makes it special :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273397263624309506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS7e3yHYCwI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xyV3ggrEPO0/s200/100_1913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273951906886689170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/STDXURR5oZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Kmr2wPydNjc/s200/100_1918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's the Christmas tree.. I spent almost the whole night putting it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273952587478574338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/STDX74rppQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/gCYbkzci6wE/s200/100_1926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280400815521371618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SUfAkKDVleI/AAAAAAAAAKg/UROhfKjst9U/s200/100_1927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all things, I wanna give thanks and praise to Him that has indeed blessed me with so much that I myself can't actually imagine. Thank You, Lord, for blessing me with such wonderful family and friends that cares about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-5048186219101340676?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/5048186219101340676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=5048186219101340676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5048186219101340676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/5048186219101340676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title='Yay!~'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS7dWBJSHMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VSarha9Ml98/s72-c/100_1893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-4863321968099574799</id><published>2008-11-25T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:36:02.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with the ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw4YlfWyvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7M_GvtLbHm8/s1600-h/100_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272651258775653106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw4YlfWyvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7M_GvtLbHm8/s200/100_1854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum asked me follow her to the Christmas Party with some ladies yesterday and it's all ladies, no guys. Oh, the place in the picture is said to be one of the place advertised in the Taylor's magazine (I guess). The dress code for the event is : polka dots, stripes and ruffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw2Eky9QJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/768PUPRt7NQ/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272648715968790674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw2Eky9QJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/768PUPRt7NQ/s200/100_1839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw2Eky9QJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/768PUPRt7NQ/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at Aun&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS0_T9MpKGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/76UN6rkr2Vs/s1600-h/100_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ty Ruth in the picture! Lol.. she obeyed the dress code fully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw2Eky9QJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/768PUPRt7NQ/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw2Eky9QJI/AAAAAAAAAHw/768PUPRt7NQ/s1600-h/100_1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS0_1dHzGzI/AAAAAAAAAII/G03jIkMgSTQ/s1600-h/100_1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272940926303673138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS0_1dHzGzI/AAAAAAAAAII/G03jIkMgSTQ/s200/100_1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Audrey. Just met her last week. Both of us are the only teen girls there because the rest are all grown ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The place-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1AbM5NfaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p4lKwQLgYk0/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941574782549410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1AbM5NfaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/p4lKwQLgYk0/s200/100_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272942063373910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1A3pCeAfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jeL1wqtYLRw/s200/100_1845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Ignore the date, it was not adjusted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1Bm7jyPII/AAAAAAAAAIg/b5l6uR-0xMs/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272942875799338114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1Bm7jyPII/AAAAAAAAAIg/b5l6uR-0xMs/s200/100_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist.. That's my mum on the left in yellow and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1Ce64jyFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6lWKVjNZ8vo/s1600-h/100_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272943837690710098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1Ce64jyFI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6lWKVjNZ8vo/s200/100_1866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer + Steak + Dessert = RM 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak was not really tasty to me, just ok, nothing seriously fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1GDDrDgcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ViNADuOzvDE/s1600-h/100_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272947757060161986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SS1GDDrDgcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ViNADuOzvDE/s200/100_1844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love both this aunties.. They're so friendly~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is japanese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-4863321968099574799?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/4863321968099574799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=4863321968099574799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4863321968099574799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4863321968099574799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-with-ladies.html' title='A day with the ladies'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SSw4YlfWyvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/7M_GvtLbHm8/s72-c/100_1854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-1080491730204285594</id><published>2008-11-22T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:39:47.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretted? Sorely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My foolishness that barbed,&lt;br /&gt;befuddled, maybe;&lt;br /&gt;a paragon of adverse causer,&lt;br /&gt;adept in it?&lt;br /&gt;sorely, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baffles and back-bites,&lt;br /&gt;never fails to do so;&lt;br /&gt;not an adroit,&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of, good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;sounds more like a baddy in a movie;&lt;br /&gt;an ad infinitum act?&lt;br /&gt;absolute yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this adversity,&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted of it;&lt;br /&gt;not a good person at all?&lt;br /&gt;it's a balderdash if it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, can a plonker like me,&lt;br /&gt;make an about-turn?&lt;br /&gt;It's a poser,&lt;br /&gt;heart palpitates,&lt;br /&gt;not pandering,&lt;br /&gt;I really doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One down,&lt;br /&gt;one more to go;&lt;br /&gt;a parameter that never ends,&lt;br /&gt;a parlous situation;&lt;br /&gt;I'm said to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A pariah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy ending?&lt;br /&gt;Never so,&lt;br /&gt;awaiting for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;unabashed to say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a total, absolute plonker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;I abhor with my own act;&lt;br /&gt;which results in,&lt;br /&gt;total sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-1080491730204285594?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/1080491730204285594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=1080491730204285594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1080491730204285594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1080491730204285594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/regretted-sorely.html' title='Regretted? Sorely'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-1023690229555397460</id><published>2008-11-20T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:29:19.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeng.. Jeng</title><content type='html'>I had my appointment today, which is the appointment of meeting the doctor to discuss about my now-still-hurting knee. Sigh, my heart kind of palpitated a lil bit, not forgetting the fact that I didn't really do my knee exercise (physiotherapy) well, and having the thought that he (the doctor) will say " You may need an operation", that will certainly blow me away. Turns out it was a different doctor, F-I-U-H! He said I won't need to wear the bandage from now onwards, but I feel more secure wearing it. Haha, there's one thing he said that I find really interesting. Apparently I have loose joints, which means I'm very flexible, and normally gymnast has this sort of problem. So I can say that I am a potential gymnast. Lol.. I giggled when my mum added saying that I'm not a gymnast but yet I have this problem. Kinda funny to me, hehe. Oh, and one more thing, the doctor said if the condition of my leg is not getting better, I would need to go for a minor operation. *SHREEK* the word 'operation' never fails to haunt me. Though he said it would be very minor, but I think the pain would be atrocious, for sure. Though so, I believe that the Lord can heal! And that I would have to pray hard and work on the physiotherapy so my leg can be well. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-1023690229555397460?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/1023690229555397460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=1023690229555397460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1023690229555397460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/1023690229555397460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/jeng-jeng.html' title='Jeng.. Jeng'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-6841887712933485325</id><published>2008-11-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T02:15:01.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The driver just brought mum home from Genting. What a fun and great time she had there and I'm stuck at home, sigh. Mum said I look thinner. Yea, I lost &lt;strong&gt;3kg&lt;/strong&gt; just in.. 4 days?? Guess now I understand how people lose weight when they're sick. Maybe I was just too stress out from those activities. I'm gonna be quite busy from Saturday onwards. Worst... gargh. I need to be strong, can't just fall sick again. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I can do all things through Him who gives me strength. Amen.&lt;/span&gt; Help me, O Lord, that I can go through these things without feeling too exhausted and fall sick again. Thank You, Lord:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-6841887712933485325?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/6841887712933485325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=6841887712933485325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/6841887712933485325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/6841887712933485325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/tremendous-change.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-568762985564714319</id><published>2008-11-12T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:27:31.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOL.. I've been watching that show in youtube for about 4 hours now. Crazy huh? lol.. I'm enjoying life here while my friends are at their homes studying like mad. Kesian you all.. (I hope none of you are looking at this.. hehehe) But you guys just have one week to go and it's freedom! So hang on there, guys. I better enjoy now, before going through that tortures journey of studying. Yup.&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/1188813539043194612-568762985564714319?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/568762985564714319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=568762985564714319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/568762985564714319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/568762985564714319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoa.html' title='Whoa'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-283476131633098847</id><published>2008-11-11T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:14:58.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse!</title><content type='html'>Gosh.. I regretted sleeping only at 3 this morning. Just love watching that show. And now my head is hurting like mad! It feels like as though my brain is pierced by some giant needle or something. I'm gonna sleep early tonight... for sure. It has gone from bad to worse.. gargh! My bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-283476131633098847?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/283476131633098847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=283476131633098847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/283476131633098847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/283476131633098847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/worse.html' title='Worse!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-2305870525813928354</id><published>2008-11-10T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:27:21.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.. haha..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sigh, what a terrible fever I had during these 2 days! Weird and terrible. Weird, it's because I'm suddenly struck by it, for dunno what reason. Terrible, really excruciating pain. Fever, headache, body ache and cough all at the same time. Sigh, at least I'm feeling much better now, after sleeping for about 5-6 times today. Guess the more I sleep, the better I felt. Like what doctors normally say, patient must always have good rests. Yup, I was too tired that I kept falling asleep. I'm feeling much better now and that's why I'm able to write it down and online. Thank God! And thank Him for blessing me with a sis that took good care of me. Thanks sis :) Sigh, my parents are not at home, the same goes to my first sis who is now at Muar, Johor for a posting. Do hope you'll do well there. Take care ya. Remember that you are there for a purpose and He has a great plan for you there. Maybe to set up a church there one day. Haha. AMEN! You can do it, sis! With His grace of course :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-2305870525813928354?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/2305870525813928354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=2305870525813928354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2305870525813928354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/2305870525813928354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh-haha.html' title='Sigh.. haha..'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-4477075358166347693</id><published>2008-11-06T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:03:30.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what they call "child prodigy"</title><content type='html'>Thank God! I've just passed my piano exam and there was so much anxiety in me that I may fail because I had not sit for the examination for nearly 2 years. Butterflies in my stomach, of course. I think I suck in my scales, clueless of what has happen to my fingers just at that moment during the exam. But over all, I'm seriously glad I've passed in it, yes, by His grace of course! Okay, the title doesn't relate to any of what I'm saying right here. Just wanna let you all see a magnificient violinist which I guess is around the age of 10-12, playing his exam piece C of the ABRSM grade 8 syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-WXv9OJkh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u-WXv9OJkh4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjMrpXTLUJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjMrpXTLUJg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only word I could just simply say is .. Wow.. wonderful playing. I've a violin at home and my sister plays it. To tell you the truth, it's not that easy. Plucking the strings and so on is sort of hard to me, just gonna wait for my sis to finish her exam and teach me to play! I'm gonna take up guitar. It's just so cool playing it.&lt;br /&gt;This is another one, a great one too. A 5 years old child performing at the Vivaldi Concerto No. 1 Spring with her mum who's playing the piano. I love that girl's playing and especially her mum's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7ILP7bbd-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7ILP7bbd-g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-4477075358166347693?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/4477075358166347693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=4477075358166347693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4477075358166347693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/4477075358166347693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-what-they-call-child-prodigy.html' title='This is what they call &quot;child prodigy&quot;'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-8431191653777315709</id><published>2008-11-03T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:15:20.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQ_UL92vG5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/3bZzO9i-wCM/s1600-h/enjoylife25070500039.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No one can go back and make a brand new start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God didn't promise days without pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;laughter without sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sun without rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but He did promise strength for the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;comfort for the tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And light for the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Disappointments are like road humps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;they slow you down a bit but you enjoy the smooth road afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Don't stay on the humps too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Move on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-8431191653777315709?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/8431191653777315709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=8431191653777315709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8431191653777315709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8431191653777315709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/move-on.html' title='Move on!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-3233430144632082416</id><published>2008-11-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:13:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acquaintance turns friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One day, a 15- year-old girl met up with 3 people, 2 guys and a girl at a practice for the Independence day of Malaysia. She didn't really know them at first, just a conversation that consist only of a Hi and a bye. As this 15 years old girl went online one day, she signs into a website called friendster and saw a profile of one of the 3 people. She added him as friend and soon talking with each other. One day, that guy ask if she wants to join conversation with the 2 other people, she accepts. The four of them soon start talking to each other in the net and after those long talks and chats, they soon became good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, guys.. I guess you know who I'm talking about, huh? Haha, this is just like a story, writing it this way in purpose. Well, those 3 people mention above is Ashwin, Rohana and Brian. Haha. The tales of a 15 years old girl meeting up with three 17 years old people. Since I did not have the chance to share what I had wanted to say, just gonna write it here. Why am I writing this? It's because of my gratitude towards you guys for being such good buddies to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBJNa8cKnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N7prTId_iV8/s1600-h/1_367144561l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBKiMTGqgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M6wLdpluLRs/s1600-h/1_367144561l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264789915673471490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBKiMTGqgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M6wLdpluLRs/s200/1_367144561l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(Wei, I crop your pic and did some adjustment..haha..just think you look more macho in this pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, ash, just gonna write about you first since you're the oldest among all. Hehe. Ashwin a.k.a big bro, yup, that's how he is called, by me. Just wanna thank you that it's because of you, I can meet up with the other two. My regards to you: 1. Do well in your coming exam and keep up the good work. Don't let anyone down especially you-know-who. Show to everyone that you can do it. 2. Take good care of her. Though she may let you down at some point, just forgive her. It is important in a relationship to forgive one another. That's what makes a relationship stronger. :) I took a train one day to megamall and saw a couple with 2 children. An indian dad and a chinese mom. It really reminds me of you two you know? hahaha. Eh, don't forget to invite me to your wedding next time, k? Lol, long time didn't say this, just joking, haha. Well, yea, that's about it. Oh, one last thing, pls don't ask about my leg again, because I had to answer the same old thing all over again, really tiring. Thanks for your concern, big bro! But I just hope that I can recover soon or else En. Paraminder will tease me again. Maybe this time he will get something worse than the bottle of his and try to knock my leg. Sigh. Haha, thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBTYIlBxdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c-EoDVUT4WA/s1600-h/n664630758_9419.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264799638480864722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBTYIlBxdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/c-EoDVUT4WA/s200/n664630758_9419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dai che, dai che, the leng loi among all leng loi. Haha. Dai che, you look pretty la, don't deny it. Hmm, to me, you don't really have a pure malay look, some sort of mix chinese and malay. You know what? I'm so used to calling you dai che that calling you by name is kinda' weird for me. Haha. As the same, I wish you all the best in your coming big exam and make yourself proud with the outstanding results later :) And also, I hope that you will be able to pursue your dreams and goals that is to become a great-top in the whole world game creator. (Isit called like that?) I also hope that you'll be able to find your dream guy and the perfect soul-mate, and if you think he's the one, just go for it :D . Hehe. Hmm.. and btw, I do think that you're a bright student. "Pakar Rohana" hahah.. I'm sure you'll do well in your exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBML6j_k0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PEnMDQireY0/s1600-h/1_909556003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264791731978605378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBML6j_k0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/PEnMDQireY0/s200/1_909556003l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Last but not least, brian a.k.a dai go. Hmm.. wonder why I called you dai go? Guess it's because of your maturity, an urbane guy like you and the love you had for God that impresses this one self. You may think that you're not living up to God's expectations and afflicts you with sadness and lack of confidence, bear in mind that He sees one's heart more than what that one does. I'm not saying actions are not important too. But the love you have for Him worth more than the actions you do. You should not be feeling down for there are umpteen reasons that I'm sure you know of. Don't let those thoughts undermine your inner confidence. Indeed His love is unrivalled. { I want nothing else, other than to be a "man after God's own heart"} I see that you truly love the Lord with all your heart (: And for that, I, geraldine a.k.a sai mui sorely respect this one for the love he had for the Ultimate One - God. About the pics and the comments I have written (I know that was months ago), the uncanny reasons that has put you into such state before, for that, I'm sorry, again. My regards: do your best for Him, yourself and the ones you love. As I said before, surrender it all to Him. He will surely bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; "Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. " Philippians 4:13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Remember that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And to you all: I'm truly sorry if this sai mui or lil sis of yours has hurt any of you in someways. And if I did treat you coldly, maybe it's just because I'm too tired or something else is bothering me at that time. In all things, forgive me..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wish you all again the very best in your coming examination and do well! All the best guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sincere,&lt;br /&gt;sai mui / lil sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-3233430144632082416?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/3233430144632082416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=3233430144632082416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3233430144632082416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/3233430144632082416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/11/acquaintance-turns-friends.html' title='Acquaintance turns friends'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRBKiMTGqgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M6wLdpluLRs/s72-c/1_367144561l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-8640784981095375927</id><published>2008-10-27T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:47:23.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an experience!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQ6jFXKkl3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/mlQxaxWGMvs/s1600-h/100_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQXdu2u1NtI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ul-Znd9qPTw/s1600-h/100_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261855536687953618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQXdu2u1NtI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ul-Znd9qPTw/s320/100_1573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQXWvL_0cOI/AAAAAAAAACM/r_5pQGYQdlc/s1600-h/100_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I started off my journey that afternoon, having the feeling of mere happiness that I could, for the first time meet this Orang asli children. This was what I had always wanted to do, going to this sort of places, meeting kids and teach them some things from the Word. I'll always enjoy myself doing this, but it is not an easy job. I have a paucity of what or how this kids are like, unacquainted with their culture and everyday life. Yea.. I have compassion for this children, and a passion to just be there teaching and mentoring them. It just makes me feel rather satisfied with my accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQ6jVkv_GMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SU8b7jVLbhc/s1600-h/100_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264324605480212674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQ6jVkv_GMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SU8b7jVLbhc/s320/100_1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was a great experience being there with those kids, having to teach them to count and learn new stuff definitely makes me feel, great. You may think that they are just some kids born in some village near an oil palm estate, but this kids are bright! They learn stuff real quick for their age. The folks there are affable too. I just hope that this kids would one day grow up as followers of Christ, spreading the Word and testify the truth that everyone needs to hear. They, including myself, are the next generation that is close to the second coming of the One and we must be prepared when He comes back to this earth. As the Word says, 'old men shall dream dreams, and young people shall see visions' I hope this kids will see His glory and the truth. I pray that we will all be prepared when He comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFMEJ2xt1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IXI19JUsepA/s1600-h/100_1576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265073073621677906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFMEJ2xt1I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IXI19JUsepA/s200/100_1576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;( From the right: Eishini, Yohana and.. forgotten her name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Yohana's dad is the pastor of the church at that village and she's, I think the smartest among all the young girls. And this Eishini here loves to copy her friend, Yohana when doing work. Don't be lazy, girl, you won't gain anything by doing this. That's why I told her that day, "Jangan malas, nanti rugi tau tak?" Hope that'll sink into her mind. Oh ya, they speak in malay there, so it's much easier for us to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-8640784981095375927?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/8640784981095375927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=8640784981095375927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8640784981095375927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/8640784981095375927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-experience.html' title='What an experience!'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SQXdu2u1NtI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ul-Znd9qPTw/s72-c/100_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1188813539043194612.post-7136868747776094857</id><published>2008-10-18T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:14:44.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My childhood life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFJ2RgtoUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FgfQAWocFfg/s1600-h/Elisep080100028.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265070636135194946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFJ2RgtoUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FgfQAWocFfg/s200/Elisep080100028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How was it before? I was born in a posh part of town, rich, classy life, I had it. I was sent to good schools, really good one, top 10 in the whole state. My classmates are mostly rich kids, most of them have maids at home and some are even driven home by drivers, not their dad or mum. An affluent society I would say. My house was a big one, and I've a maid at home too. Luxurius huh? But was it satisfying? Not really. My parents were busy people. You hear this in most families, either rich or poor. But that was part of life. Boring...&lt;br /&gt;All this stuff seems not important to me. So what if you're rich if you can't get to live happily and peacefully? So it's not really important to me anyway.. living comfortably and simple will just do. I don't think I'm rich, but rather, blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFKAtDmGSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PhOY7D0Wx80/s1600-h/Krisdog080300010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265070815327951138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFKAtDmGSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PhOY7D0Wx80/s200/Krisdog080300010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I seriously think I'm not a bright student when I was young, though being put in the best class, I was always among the last in class! I remember coming home one day, crying, after being badly scolded by my mum, infront of my aunt again. I was so ashamed that I felt so useless and so forth.. I'm not a really smart kid.. but I tried and studied hard for my UPSR. After being taught by a really good tuition teacher, which I adore so much (coz she was really good), I achieved my goal! I didn't get all straight A's, but 6A's 1B was good enough. But as always, my parents were not that satisfied as I do, because they expect me to get all A's like my sister had. But in the midst of all this, there was many problems at home. Too many that I almost wanted to get out of the house. Even the thought of running away from home. Haha.. I can still laugh at myself when I recall all this. My mum sent me to church every Sunday morning, to spend my time learning at the children church or Sunday school. Actually, if it was not because of the lessons taught there, I would have been.. bad. I grew and learnt to be a better girl from there. If not, I would have been a rascal, reckless and stubborn child. Well, basically I was brought up this way. There's actually much more to it, but I can only tell you this much. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I am just gald I've changed over the years. Placing the right things in my life, which is, most importantly, Him. Til now, I'm thankful that the Lord has blessed me with so much though there were things which upsets me. And that I can testify to everyone about this truth and His glory. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1188813539043194612-7136868747776094857?l=geralb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/feeds/7136868747776094857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1188813539043194612&amp;postID=7136868747776094857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7136868747776094857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1188813539043194612/posts/default/7136868747776094857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://geralb.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-childhood-life.html' title='My childhood life'/><author><name>Geraldine B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11171321974789683534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SY0bEyFj-jI/AAAAAAAAALI/wOKp7Rne5cE/S220/100_1529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xFfZv-Gq_ZU/SRFJ2RgtoUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FgfQAWocFfg/s72-c/Elisep080100028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
