<?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-6247602118757207041</id><updated>2012-02-17T13:14:22.482+11:00</updated><category term='vision'/><category term='random moments'/><category term='Inspiring'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>vidacambios</title><subtitle type='html'>learning everyday to be the difference</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4712093119130009967</id><published>2010-05-05T16:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:28:51.229+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Break it down! OZ ANTHEM?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/au/player.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="vid=19456203&amp;amp;repeat=0&amp;amp;shareUrl=http%3A//au.tv.yahoo.com/australias-got-talent/video/-/watch/19456203&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="576" height="324" allowFullScreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/ypp/au/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="vid=19456203&amp;amp;repeat=0&amp;amp;shareUrl=http%3A//au.tv.yahoo.com/australias-got-talent/video/-/watch/19456203&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4712093119130009967?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4712093119130009967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-it-down-oz-anthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4712093119130009967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4712093119130009967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/05/break-it-down-oz-anthem.html' title='Break it down! OZ ANTHEM?!?!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-400522044927325181</id><published>2010-04-23T19:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:56:25.780+10:00</updated><title type='text'>kamsa hamida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S9Ft_4zAeaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cnPPAWuPBt0/s1600/DSC02469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S9Ft_4zAeaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cnPPAWuPBt0/s320/DSC02469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;thank you for making all these for us! i know you made more but we loved it so much we started eating it first before taking pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, it was great going grocery shopping together with Ann as well!!(and i still can't believe you don't know power rangers!)&lt;br /&gt;had fun today!&lt;br /&gt;kamsahamida!&lt;br /&gt;PS: according to Ann,this pic looks like a heart shape. if you look at it upside down, it'll look like a house!RANDOM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-400522044927325181?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/400522044927325181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/kamsa-hamida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/400522044927325181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/400522044927325181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/kamsa-hamida.html' title='kamsa hamida!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S9Ft_4zAeaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/cnPPAWuPBt0/s72-c/DSC02469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3514664135192051064</id><published>2010-04-11T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:14:38.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>his timing is perfect</title><content type='html'>His timing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think we are ready, equipped and we are raring to go. Like a child who cant wait to take off their training wheels of their bike.&lt;br /&gt;But He knows better than us.&lt;br /&gt;He makes us wait in anticipation, to be more ready, to yearn more for it and to see how much we really want something before he lets us have it.&lt;br /&gt;He also knows when to let us go and do what we want and He never fails to see what we cant see!!&lt;br /&gt;im thankful for that!!&lt;br /&gt;Praise you DAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3514664135192051064?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3514664135192051064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-timing-is-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3514664135192051064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3514664135192051064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-timing-is-perfect.html' title='his timing is perfect'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5450430407569594221</id><published>2010-04-05T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:57:07.642+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>wherefor are thou?</title><content type='html'>when i look at this i miss my long hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7lRbDphxAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nweTrNvQtGU/s1600/n511289645_1585850_5737928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7lRbDphxAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nweTrNvQtGU/s400/n511289645_1585850_5737928.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5450430407569594221?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5450430407569594221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/wherefor-are-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5450430407569594221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5450430407569594221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/wherefor-are-thou.html' title='wherefor are thou?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7lRbDphxAI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nweTrNvQtGU/s72-c/n511289645_1585850_5737928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2137548375044805334</id><published>2010-04-04T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:44:25.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>not leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Easter week &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my Dad and he asked me what I had for dinner&lt;br /&gt;I told him i had leftovers from last night&lt;br /&gt;his reply...&lt;br /&gt;Dad: &lt;i&gt;"Eh, it's the passover festival, not the leftovers festival!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2137548375044805334?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2137548375044805334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-leftovers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2137548375044805334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2137548375044805334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-leftovers.html' title='not leftovers'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-933030762107115599</id><published>2010-04-04T21:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:30:40.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of favour: the driving licence</title><content type='html'>CONGRATS E-LYN TAN!! now is it ok if i get chauffeured around!!hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7h4NLATWhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uLBE6v3Ksko/s1600/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;congratulations on the licence darling!! proud of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7h4NLATWhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uLBE6v3Ksko/s1600/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7h4NLATWhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uLBE6v3Ksko/s320/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-933030762107115599?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/933030762107115599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-of-favour-driving-licence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/933030762107115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/933030762107115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-of-favour-driving-licence.html' title='Year of favour: the driving licence'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S7h4NLATWhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uLBE6v3Ksko/s72-c/ist2_3918375_driving_test_pass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1860935213030721407</id><published>2010-04-03T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:30:19.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is inspired by the man i met on the bus on the way to UL. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act I, Sc. I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore is  winged Cupid painted blind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i think that it is not with mind but with heart that love looks. None the less,it paints a good picture that love does not know age, time, or place. It simply falls upon those who least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we woken up and ever wonder what did i do to deserve the love that we have?&lt;br /&gt;The love of a man/woman?&lt;br /&gt;The love of a friend?&lt;br /&gt;The love of a kin?&lt;br /&gt;The love of God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most, we did not expect that it would happen? It just did. It's hard to comprehend sometimes and we wreck our brains thinking how can someone love me so much or if we were to be an outsider,&lt;br /&gt;-love them so much despite thier looks&lt;br /&gt;-love them so much after all they put them through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love does not see with the eyes. It sees with the heart using the knowledge that we have in mind. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me on a bus, he had been married and was about to celebrate his 60th anniversary with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very lucky but we've done our part. Not many ppl do this nowadays but choose to walk out on love they have known."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love finds me, i'm just choosing to live in the moment. To cherish every part of it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be happy all day but i know with love i will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1860935213030721407?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1860935213030721407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-inspired-by-man-i-met-on-bus-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1860935213030721407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1860935213030721407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-inspired-by-man-i-met-on-bus-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1911634431788884783</id><published>2010-04-02T10:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:14:19.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>apple of your eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Keep me as the apple of your eye,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hide me in the shadow of your wings. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&lt;i&gt;Psalms17:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And surely i am with you always, to the very end of the age. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Matthew28:20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1911634431788884783?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1911634431788884783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/apple-of-your-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1911634431788884783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1911634431788884783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/04/apple-of-your-eye.html' title='apple of your eye'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8869140324217185099</id><published>2010-03-31T15:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:53:16.198+11:00</updated><title type='text'>gLeeK moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eCUI8ZZ4-2c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/eCUI8ZZ4-2c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this song...couldn't help it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8869140324217185099?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8869140324217185099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/gleek-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8869140324217185099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8869140324217185099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/gleek-moment.html' title='gLeeK moment'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2610369582147111713</id><published>2010-03-31T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:03:08.011+11:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face</title><content type='html'>I've never been to good with in your face things.&lt;br /&gt;You know the type that hits you and shocks you all in less than a second?&lt;br /&gt;I guess its an irony that what i'm training to do or choosing to do in the future has to do with people telling you stories that will shock you and hit you all at once.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to do it when you are with a friend&lt;br /&gt;a lil harder when you're with someone you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;How do you step into their shoes and ask someone and dwell so deep all at one go?&lt;br /&gt;I guess the answer is that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Cos in the end, it doesn't matter what you think, or anything you. It only matters about them and what they think, and what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Point is to get over yourself! Regardless of whether things are in your face or not. It's not about you, it's about them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2610369582147111713?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2610369582147111713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2610369582147111713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2610369582147111713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-your-face.html' title='In your face'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6717597752173222519</id><published>2010-03-29T21:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:39:55.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDAH</title><content type='html'>Favour &lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You praise for having them, you praise for wanting them, you praise for getting them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats faster than usual&lt;br /&gt;The rush causes a smile to break on my face&lt;br /&gt;This causes me to act and i can't control this happy feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This joy is rising in me&lt;br /&gt;I may not tell you what it is but it is exploding in me!&lt;br /&gt;It is rising in my soul, overflowing joy and craziness out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6717597752173222519?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6717597752173222519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/judah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6717597752173222519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6717597752173222519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/judah.html' title='JUDAH'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7327108225689402225</id><published>2010-03-23T23:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:38:47.345+11:00</updated><title type='text'>flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>Wondering questions along the walk of life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a conversation with someone only to realize that you aren't actually talking about anything that engages both of you? Like everything seems very trivial and on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;Would it frustrate you because you know that's not how the relationship can be?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everything seems very distant. Like 'what&amp;nbsp; do you want?' and the moment the goal is accomplished 'we're done now get out'. It's no longer taking the time to listen to the person's story. It's about getting things out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with a person that's emotions and moods are like a time bomb? One minute ok, the next, not. When it frustrates you, how do you get it across without losing it?&lt;br /&gt;While things sound petty, is it really? because one small petty thing piled up with a lot of it becomes not so petty after all.&lt;br /&gt;How does someone take the high road in this? What if that person doesn't want to take the high road?&lt;br /&gt;How much do you tolerate and do you question if you are being too sensitive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7327108225689402225?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7327108225689402225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/flabbergasted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7327108225689402225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7327108225689402225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/flabbergasted.html' title='flabbergasted'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7653522875126171686</id><published>2010-03-17T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:21:38.345+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"every morning when u wake up, i will be here"</title><content type='html'>God said "i will never leave u nor forsake u".&lt;br /&gt;Recently, before i came back to Melbourne, i had an encounter that changed me. Well i'm hoping it really did cos i feel like i have?&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed and feeling unworthy and was just sitting at the corner of my room(I'm not pathetic, just that i'm starting the story from here)&lt;br /&gt;At this point, i felt like life had no meaning. That what and who i was honestly did not matter.&lt;br /&gt;If i could have ended something at that point i would have.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, i texted a friend and she encouraged me. Honestly, her words of just press on, you're almost there was encouraging but at that point because pain had numb my other feelings. i still felt like i could not go on.&lt;br /&gt;That's when something out of the ordinary happened.&lt;br /&gt;As i sat at the corner, i told God, i cant do this anymore. It hurts so much i cant handle the pain. Take it away, i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;As that was being spoken out, I saw a hand in front of me. I don't know why i grabbed at it and i felt a jolt in my heart. Then i heard God's voice. "Every morning, every moment my hand is always there to pick you up, to guide you. All you need to do is get a hold of it. IT's right in front of you."&lt;br /&gt;It's funny cos when he said that i felt pain in my heart but it was a pain of a different sort. It was like roots digging deeper. Painful but something that just had to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7653522875126171686?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7653522875126171686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-morning-when-u-wake-up-i-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7653522875126171686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7653522875126171686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/every-morning-when-u-wake-up-i-will-be.html' title='&quot;every morning when u wake up, i will be here&quot;'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2666055075305897195</id><published>2010-03-17T22:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:00:54.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....now</title><content type='html'>so its been awhile since the last blog..&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm back again!! so what's been up in the life of Chloe Chuah?&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all i'm glad to say that i've found a new place and very happy to say that i think its swell and lovely!&lt;br /&gt;Still getting use to the place though...its new so we have to break into it...&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely an experience just living with Ann too..not cos of anything but i've never leaved with only one person in my life ever...I thought that only happens when you get married!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3weeks since i've started my course! and i am glad to say that I am loving it!!&lt;br /&gt;You know i always underestimated the whole line that goes when you do what you are called to do everything just flows. Despite how dead i am when i get back from uni, the load of readings that have made me into a first class nerd in only my 2nd week, I am loving every bit of this course! Friends(loving that they are not asian! no pun intended!), work, tutors and lecturers, hands on experience and the intensity of the whole course! I guess when you do something and yr heart breaks for it, it really shifts you into a whole new level of wanting to do well to be the difference you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Doing this course, i guess its too early to say but just seeing how much help that people need only inspires me to want to help them. Hearing the news, seeing the pictures, seeing these people first hand, looking at the non perfect policies that affect peoples lives. If you look at it, every lecture ends on a depressing note most of the time but there's this stir in my heart that goes, i'm going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Which brings me to my next story. My encounter with God. So we were at a Discipleship last week and God suddenly said...&lt;br /&gt;God:SOcial policy&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: HUh?&lt;br /&gt;GOd: i want you to pursue this&lt;br /&gt;Chloe:*being extremely immature* God, do you know how freaking thick my text book is!! I don't understand a thing going on in class. And besides there are other ways in this area to make a difference. It's already a place that does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pastor Russel in the background saying you are called to be the head and not the tail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: YOu're right! you can impact no matter where you go in this field but don't you see, when you lead and have the authority of that standard you can impact not just a particular group but various groups.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe:... okay..guide me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny huh? God wants to use us in places that even we cannot comprehend. I guess i've always wanted to do what He asked me to do, but never in that way but it was a desire in my heart to do that, i guess we're just gonna have to trust even more now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment life is LIFE. Loving every part of it, loving to love falling in love with who i'm with and what i do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2666055075305897195?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2666055075305897195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifenow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2666055075305897195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2666055075305897195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/03/lifenow.html' title='Life....now'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8575369434023479090</id><published>2010-02-12T00:14:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:18:46.701+11:00</updated><title type='text'>day of favour</title><content type='html'>today was a day of favour...&lt;br /&gt;it began from last night watching the midnight movie(Avatar) with a great&amp;nbsp;bunck of high school friends. It was great just loh sang and movie!!GOod friends and companionship plus food is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to pick something up from stacia today and considering the movie finished at 3 and only getting to bed an hour after that, i was like oh no! i gotta wake up early to send my bro to work..i know this is gonna sound bad! but yay!! thank goodness he pulled a sickie and called in sick! quite frankly i dont think he's sick, he just needed a rest!&lt;br /&gt;anyway..the best was this afternoon when i picked su ann up from the mall and we went to Hartamas. We were walking around and she suddenly craved for kimchi. So we went to the korean grocer and bought a lil tub. As we walked out she started to crave KFC so we decided to head to a kfc that was near my house! so happened when we turned a corner we saw a kfc right there!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;OMG!! KFC AND KIMCHI TASTES SO GOOD TOGETHER!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;after Kimchi-FC, we saw a music store across the road. I've been looking for a guitar case and so far results have been dissapointing. We decided to check it out. When we went in, it was only a music centre and it didnt sell instruments but the lady reccommended to try the shop that was around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Get this right, the shop was on the second floor and the shop on the first floor sold persian rugs. When we were heading upstairs and there was a red carpet rolled out for us!! I WAS LIKE THIS IS SO THE SHOP that has the case!!!!true enough there was!! going to collect it tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;So what is favour?? to me, its about being able to enjoy the simple things of just sharing a snackplate at a KFC outlet with yr cousing with kimchi and not caring who looks at you even though yr laughing like a nut.&lt;br /&gt;It's about finding humour that even though the red carpet wasnt rolled out for you, to imagine that it was. &lt;br /&gt;It's about enjoying and realising the lil things around us that though little aren't so little but important to keep us going. &lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days! =)&lt;br /&gt;PS: latest news: in june, im going to be the proud au*t to a lil boy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8575369434023479090?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8575369434023479090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-favour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8575369434023479090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8575369434023479090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-favour.html' title='day of favour'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7435019660337571093</id><published>2010-02-05T13:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:00:31.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>special people</title><content type='html'>This is sorta a response to the previous post. Last year, before i returned to Melbourne, i emailed the then ever amazing core team(by then i mean 3 ppl now we have 1 more extra). The contents of it was so much of to renew ties and apologise for anything i had done to hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;This year, i think i need to broaden that picture. I remember learning somewhere that apart from God that we have to respect there are three specifics that we too have to honour.&lt;br /&gt;The first group consists of people that are older than me. By this i do not just mean in age but those who are of more experience and always there to give advice. These are my mentors, my parents, my pastors, my ever loving family blood related and non. To these people, thank you for all the guidance and sorry if i am such a pain&amp;nbsp; in the butt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The second group consists of the people that are where i am. By this i mean my peers. Those who are at the same 'level' as me. These people are heaps of fun and its amazing to see the bond of friendship and the bunch of stuff we go through whether its laughing our heads off or sharing what we feel and having emo serious moments. To these people, love you all heaps and again, if i am ever a pain in the butt you can kick me.&lt;br /&gt;The third group, well&amp;nbsp; i don't like to say the people that are under me cos that sounds wrong, so ill just say people that i've been given the honour of taking care off. I hold these people dear to my hearts because there is a need to love them. I wont lie that sometimes it feels like i have too but when i meet these people, its not hard to fall in love with them and once that happens i get totally sucked into loving and doing what i can do to help them in any sort of area. To these people, i love you heaps and thank you for putting up with me when i get a bit drony. I can't wait to see you all again.&lt;br /&gt;Of these three groups, maybe on some people's list, these people dont intertwine in these different groups but for me sometimes i think they do. To me, we are all learning from each other( i know i definitely am) and i know for a fact that sometimes learning from the ones who have been entrusted in your care are also the people who inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, these are all my special people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7435019660337571093?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7435019660337571093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/special-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7435019660337571093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7435019660337571093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/special-people.html' title='special people'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3406503259955889202</id><published>2010-02-05T00:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:23:07.513+11:00</updated><title type='text'>someone special</title><content type='html'>First up before i start, I wanna say welcome back Rachfi to the blog! it's really great seeing yr comments and you're right! when people comment it does spur you on to write more!! thanks for doing tht!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i wanna talk about someone special. I'm not actually sure why but i suddenly have this itch to write about her. I first met this person when i went over to Melbourne. Here's the honest truth, I knew her but my first recollection of this person was one high night when i called her at a late hour just to say "i think im drunk"(which i am still ever grateful since sleep is important to this person). I don't remember much about that but i think for me it was&amp;nbsp; the day i started to build a relationship with this person.&lt;br /&gt;This person has always been an encouragement and it use to be words that&amp;nbsp;were the obvious&amp;nbsp;but recently, its been through&amp;nbsp;actions though i don't see much of&amp;nbsp;them. &lt;br /&gt;It's interesting that the first time i actually had a catch up with this person, (the corner table at the back of nandos in chaddy) i was amazed at how this person despite who she was was someone i'd least expect to be as crazy as...well other crazy people. I still remember leaving that table shocked at the things they had told me. It was fascinating but also a point where i knew i could tell this person anything.&lt;br /&gt;Since that meet up, this person would still say that i was&amp;nbsp;thier anak murid( i think i still am?). To me , this person was a mentor, a friend, family and i think we were one of those people that were just meant to know each other.( maybe not so much for her but for me) Whatever it is, &amp;nbsp;i'mg glad i met this person. &lt;br /&gt;I think when&amp;nbsp;the bible say that we have to be like Christ, i don't think&amp;nbsp;it meant that we had to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I think what it meant was to be genuine in what we do and don't hold back.&lt;br /&gt;We do what we can but more importantly do what we can with a clear mind and&amp;nbsp;with a true heart.&lt;br /&gt;To that someone special, thank you for being that image of the big guy up there.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen someone, consciously believe that i am made of something. That I am somebody and that i am capable of being who i want to be if i believe it. Thank you for allowing me to dream beyond measures.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we live in separate states, let alone countries most part of the year. Despite the distance and the long distance phone calls, you are pretty much still the first person i tell things to. I just hope you're not sick of the rambling and the high school giggles that occur and the constant embarrasment i bring unto myself.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, life has moved on and i'm thankful that i've got you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Few years down the road, when you're like married to whatever flows down your path, i still hope that we still have this amazing friendship. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks heaps.&lt;br /&gt;PS: this post doesnt mean im deleting all the black mail material i have of you!=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3406503259955889202?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3406503259955889202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-special.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3406503259955889202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3406503259955889202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/someone-special.html' title='someone special'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8960584201010581636</id><published>2010-02-04T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:28:55.147+11:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut...=)</title><content type='html'>So, i needed a haircut badly since it had been growing really long. if i were a garden, i'd be the really tall and long grass! So i went to Penang and got a haircut but it was a disaster!! Luckily, i have a great cousin who needed to get a haircut so we went and got one at this place in Aman Suria.&lt;br /&gt;Hairstylist: OMG!! who cut your hair!!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe:can you salvage it??&lt;br /&gt;H: Can can!!!(funny cos he attended to Ann first but i think he sensed a disaster and traumatised hair crying out for help!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: OK!! anything can!! as long as don't make face look like ball and look good!!I dont mind the bob also!! anything alpart from this hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...this is how it went!(dont mind the faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qfWsGEh9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OIcFcYwq-QU/s1600-h/DSC08617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qfWsGEh9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OIcFcYwq-QU/s320/DSC08617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qftgj1lfI/AAAAAAAAANk/aS8dhkAgETo/s1600-h/DSC08621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qftgj1lfI/AAAAAAAAANk/aS8dhkAgETo/s320/DSC08621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qgEyBvu2I/AAAAAAAAANs/soN-nZWmLag/s1600-h/DSC08622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qgEyBvu2I/AAAAAAAAANs/soN-nZWmLag/s320/DSC08622.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i need to work on my back shots!!haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, i was actually very very and extremely overjoyed to get this haircut cos my hair really looked bad before!! SO, hats off to the harstylist and did i tell you the guy that washed my hair, well his name is Gambit(yes it is!!) and he gives the best head and neck massage!!I shall not express further incase i embarrass myself! Thanks Ann and to your sis too!! I LOVE U!!hehe!!saranghae-o *with the hand actions*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;OOh and in other news...these are my newly adorable pumps..hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qgbXHIRRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/i5v6qmJtSrY/s1600-h/DSC08598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qgbXHIRRI/AAAAAAAAAN0/i5v6qmJtSrY/s320/DSC08598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8960584201010581636?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8960584201010581636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/haircut.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8960584201010581636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8960584201010581636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/haircut.html' title='haircut...=)'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2qfWsGEh9I/AAAAAAAAANc/OIcFcYwq-QU/s72-c/DSC08617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3116457703969069633</id><published>2010-02-03T14:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:16:04.889+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The wait</title><content type='html'>Life finds us no matter where we go.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference is how we choose to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;In between this periods of life, there are these things called transitions.&lt;br /&gt;These transitions come because life is always changing.&lt;br /&gt;It comes because if it doesn't our life will always be the same and it'll be like one of those shows in the 50's, that look pic perfect but arent actually all that in reality.&lt;br /&gt;These transitions can&amp;nbsp;be called the waiting period.&lt;br /&gt;Mine started&amp;nbsp;the day i graduated.&lt;br /&gt;How long is this transition? my guess is until the 1st March 2010, the day i start my Masters.&lt;br /&gt;So far its been a rollercoaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;It began with a sense of freedom as it always is the day you finish your exams. It's the holiday mode.&lt;br /&gt;The only hard work was&amp;nbsp;wanting really badly to&amp;nbsp;do my Masters&amp;nbsp;and having to fill out the application. All seemed well for the first 4months.&lt;br /&gt;Then, reality hit. PR, pressure, deaths, housing, money, ego, trying to fill&amp;nbsp;in time.&lt;br /&gt;All this takes a toll and&amp;nbsp;you try to stay positive, trying to give hope to others who need it when you yourself need it the most. And then the day comes in where you ask, What about me?&lt;br /&gt;For me, i draw and shape my own bubble when these things happen. Finding comfort in those i talk too or playing farmville to deny what is going out there and have a moment of peace. I guess when you focus on something else, it helps.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the time comes when you do have to face these problems instead of hiding from them. &lt;br /&gt;When you stare at it and have a problem with pressure, you breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;When you don't draw strength and not from the right places, you breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;You become bitter and you blame yourself as well about how useless you are.&lt;br /&gt;It's this time, when you lose yourself and forget who you are or whose you are.&lt;br /&gt;Reality? it pulls you down, kicks you in the butt, and leaves you licking your wounds.&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;life always throws you a life line.&lt;br /&gt;During this time,&amp;nbsp;I got to know and see what peoples lives are, to be apart of it a lil bit too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting to know and enjoying getting to know certain people.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are friends who have become family, those that if they werent there, will make your life seem a lil less colourful.&lt;br /&gt;They encourage you, make you laugh, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's God.&lt;br /&gt;He's in the whole thing. Sometimes you've gotta admit, its true that He really knows what He's doing cos when you go through crap and he doesnt give you life lines, lets face it&amp;nbsp;you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;And after you curse Him, shout at Him you finally break down and go "what the hack do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;and then he starts to reveal it to you.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely&lt;br /&gt;The wait? &lt;br /&gt;I'm still in it and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess one more month will slaughter but don't think enough to&amp;nbsp;kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Life at this moment it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;but till the wait is over, i think ill try to not look at it and look UP instead of what's going down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3116457703969069633?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3116457703969069633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3116457703969069633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3116457703969069633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait.html' title='The wait'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5501330453003212071</id><published>2010-01-31T14:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:31:01.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do when you're bored and have a new beanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, i had just bought a new beanie and when its close to midnight and you have nothing to do sometimes going crazy can take place. So this is how it all started.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I use to think people who wore beanie's were cool so i tried a cool pose but i have to say failed terribly. I just look constipated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T1m2n9mzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gaP1DdBwzJU/s1600-h/DSC08556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T1m2n9mzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gaP1DdBwzJU/s320/DSC08556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;So i decided to go with one of those cute poses which also failed terribly under bad lighting and well..i think that pose is just too well..lets not go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T1_UhTC5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/8UHrMeGfqHM/s1600-h/DSC08557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T1_UhTC5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/8UHrMeGfqHM/s320/DSC08557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;then finally i got an idea! since i had just pullen out my wisdom tooth, the pose was something like this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T2ZrbuN7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rtF0W6m01NU/s1600-h/DSC08558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T2ZrbuN7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/rtF0W6m01NU/s320/DSC08558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i decided to go with the toungue pose since somehow i seem to look spaz but yet the pic seems to fit me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T21CRVbRI/AAAAAAAAANE/7nlFtZNcXBg/s1600-h/DSC08559.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T21CRVbRI/AAAAAAAAANE/7nlFtZNcXBg/s320/DSC08559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then i decided, i'm 23 this year and i really need a cool pose so after 10 weird pics, this happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T3LP-t4dI/AAAAAAAAANM/VxVXFwf--30/s1600-h/DSC08582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T3LP-t4dI/AAAAAAAAANM/VxVXFwf--30/s320/DSC08582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After this pic, i was totally tired, Never knew taking pictures could be so tiring! This was the last pic i could manage before a good night's sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Au voir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T3jiYqyzI/AAAAAAAAANU/_-lT34m14XQ/s1600-h/DSC08586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T3jiYqyzI/AAAAAAAAANU/_-lT34m14XQ/s320/DSC08586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5501330453003212071?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5501330453003212071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-to-do-when-youre-bored-and-have.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5501330453003212071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5501330453003212071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-to-do-when-youre-bored-and-have.html' title='things to do when you&apos;re bored and have a new beanie'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2T1m2n9mzI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gaP1DdBwzJU/s72-c/DSC08556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6840116890828854672</id><published>2010-01-31T14:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:11:05.520+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the sabah trip in pics!CAUTION: LOTS OF DROOLING MAY TAKE PLACE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TbQGlo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JDnWcxvyG-c/s1600-h/DSC08224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TbQGlo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JDnWcxvyG-c/s320/DSC08224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TbldvDtXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/q6wnEKxIXPQ/s1600-h/DSC08232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TbldvDtXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/q6wnEKxIXPQ/s320/DSC08232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tb7ngVB3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/yDno8SuNQFU/s1600-h/DSC08228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tb7ngVB3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/yDno8SuNQFU/s320/DSC08228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TdRldbYHI/AAAAAAAAALc/OGQRJla4jiA/s1600-h/DSC08259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TdRldbYHI/AAAAAAAAALc/OGQRJla4jiA/s320/DSC08259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tdk6XFp3I/AAAAAAAAALk/XiG3DPBEQPk/s1600-h/DSC08261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tdk6XFp3I/AAAAAAAAALk/XiG3DPBEQPk/s320/DSC08261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TclkOft1I/AAAAAAAAALM/xydRaKSlBQ0/s1600-h/DSC08237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TclkOft1I/AAAAAAAAALM/xydRaKSlBQ0/s320/DSC08237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tc6ZqCRJI/AAAAAAAAALU/NqsZGJmk1F0/s1600-h/DSC08240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Tc6ZqCRJI/AAAAAAAAALU/NqsZGJmk1F0/s320/DSC08240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Td_TDnK7I/AAAAAAAAALs/crBLy_bLVqU/s1600-h/DSC08263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2Td_TDnK7I/AAAAAAAAALs/crBLy_bLVqU/s320/DSC08263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TeZC1S2UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iN6o853IadY/s1600-h/DSC08271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TeZC1S2UI/AAAAAAAAAL0/iN6o853IadY/s320/DSC08271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TewxZvA2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ubNYBRXpJHA/s1600-h/DSC08278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TewxZvA2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ubNYBRXpJHA/s320/DSC08278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TfGFRx8-I/AAAAAAAAAME/V4gNTiBWRBI/s1600-h/DSC08279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TfGFRx8-I/AAAAAAAAAME/V4gNTiBWRBI/s320/DSC08279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TfabtnKYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WKM_qaP9hHA/s1600-h/DSC08281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TfabtnKYI/AAAAAAAAAMM/WKM_qaP9hHA/s320/DSC08281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TftEGuiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CZKtkTgOhcg/s1600-h/DSC08332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TftEGuiUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/CZKtkTgOhcg/s320/DSC08332.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TgEY3UKqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8Bzubyc5WW4/s1600-h/DSC08328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TgEY3UKqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8Bzubyc5WW4/s320/DSC08328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TgZsVvXVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bv3usWGJjak/s1600-h/DSC08361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TgZsVvXVI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bv3usWGJjak/s320/DSC08361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/6247602118757207041-6840116890828854672?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6840116890828854672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabah-trip-in-picscaution-lots-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6840116890828854672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6840116890828854672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/sabah-trip-in-picscaution-lots-of.html' title='the sabah trip in pics!CAUTION: LOTS OF DROOLING MAY TAKE PLACE!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S2TbQGlo2ZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JDnWcxvyG-c/s72-c/DSC08224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1784482028527312098</id><published>2010-01-25T23:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:54:03.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of favour:The one with Eddie on Country Road</title><content type='html'>Year of favour! congrats Mr. Oh for securing a part time job in Country Road!! proud of you!!does that mean our UL can be the Country Road UL now!!hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to see you in February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1784482028527312098?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1784482028527312098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-favourthe-one-with-eddie-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1784482028527312098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1784482028527312098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-favourthe-one-with-eddie-on.html' title='Year of favour:The one with Eddie on Country Road'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5779986756793798088</id><published>2010-01-24T15:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:57:03.362+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1vRSHrNN1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/296um8Ak2Lk/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1vRSHrNN1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/296um8Ak2Lk/s320/DSC02424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who know me, my grandmother recently passed away. Today was the first day that I went to visit her after the funeral. She requested to be placed in a temple. Despite, objecting to this, not because of any religious aspect but because of the smoke from the incense, this place was very calm and peaceful. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;When my grandmother was alive, I use to visit her whenever we got to go to her place and one of the first things she would always say, which is something i very much miss is "sim kua, tak ho ho, gao gao tak chek" which basically means, "love, study well".&lt;br /&gt;As I entered this place, the nun on duty was talking to my parents. When i was introduced to the nun, guess what her first words were for me?&lt;br /&gt;"tak ho ho"!&lt;br /&gt;interesting days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5779986756793798088?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5779986756793798088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5779986756793798088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5779986756793798088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1vRSHrNN1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/296um8Ak2Lk/s72-c/DSC02424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5951246891714127315</id><published>2010-01-24T04:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:26:46.876+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hope in dirt</title><content type='html'>so, i think im one of those people who only sing at midnight cos apparently this is when i really do this kind of stuff. It's my first time doing this so it took alot of guts for me to actually record it and sing in front of a camera!(so wierd!)anyway, this song is dedicated to those affected by the Haiti earthquake and any other disasters that have happened. If you can't stomach to watch it like me(not just talking bout the singing or the croaked throat from the sore throat&amp;nbsp;as well plus other factors!), then i hope you find comfort(more for me), hope and whatever you want to feel as long as its positive from this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZjU0mTSqs8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/MZjU0mTSqs8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is this hope, that people talk about?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where do we look for it, What does it look like?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it behind a leader's speach?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is it in a song?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been looking for the answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many times i see a&amp;nbsp;glimpse of it, before it slips away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till one day, i caught it staring at my face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the ruins of a building&amp;nbsp;after its been destroyed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the fire that sweeps a town&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leaving so many&amp;nbsp;homeless and&amp;nbsp;despaired&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's in the eyes of the people longing just for hope of having thier old lives back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;after losing so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where is this hope, that people talk about?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can we possibly say it exists&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After what the world's been through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of the ruins comes aid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see the spirit of humanity at its best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see this spirit inspire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bringing more than just hope&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see this spirit&amp;nbsp;touching the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see hope&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -pho3nix7-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5951246891714127315?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5951246891714127315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-in-dirt.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5951246891714127315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5951246891714127315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-in-dirt.html' title='hope in dirt'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1086243132155389159</id><published>2010-01-23T17:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:26:28.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokerface cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t90dFkM9acg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/t90dFkM9acg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;love this cover of pokerface! well done Daughtry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1086243132155389159?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1086243132155389159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/pokerface-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1086243132155389159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1086243132155389159'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-9091535099317664457?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/9091535099317664457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/youtubing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/9091535099317664457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/9091535099317664457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/youtubing.html' title='Youtubing'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-694891145115291657</id><published>2010-01-21T23:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:06:07.997+11:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of ppl</title><content type='html'>i'm in need of people and socialisation! HELP!! i hate being sick and i want to go out and eat baskin robbins wit e-lyn!!(btw, e-lyn why is it that you are always involved when it comes to ice cream!haha)&lt;br /&gt;weather is so gloomy here i can just cry! good thing about being sick though is i can lie in bed reading books but still i want ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;PPL!!!I WANT!!SPEcIAL PPL TOO!! I WANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1hC3v2EFxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NrOEFpIcLPE/s1600-h/Big_eyes.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1hC3v2EFxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NrOEFpIcLPE/s400/Big_eyes.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-694891145115291657?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/694891145115291657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-need-of-ppl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/694891145115291657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/694891145115291657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-need-of-ppl.html' title='in need of ppl'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S1hC3v2EFxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NrOEFpIcLPE/s72-c/Big_eyes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-9017466289790356149</id><published>2010-01-21T16:18:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:22:09.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>Imagine a building, where words are written all over it. Not just any words but words that inspire, bring hope, words that connect with others to say that i understand what you are going through.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a building with a stage, where the music that comes from it are the ones that catches you and makes you want to dance and feel the beat.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a building, where people can play in, utilised with sports essentials.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a building where the food served is tentalising and for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the buildings above all in one with one vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Music that Moves &lt;br /&gt;with Dancing that Delivers passion&lt;br /&gt;with Food to Fellowship&lt;br /&gt;with Sport to Search for more&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;with Writing to Will the touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-9017466289790356149?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/9017466289790356149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/9017466289790356149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/9017466289790356149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3331907524973675748</id><published>2010-01-12T17:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:48:17.059+11:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAR OF FAVOUR:congrats Andrew</title><content type='html'>The year 2010 is a year of favour!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on the new job Andrew!! you totally deserve it after the long wait and fast! cant give u anything at the moment but here's a lovely picture to look at since you are done with your fast!now you can not only look at it but indulge in it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wbIybck5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EwmCYRYQBm8/s1600-h/cakes01_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wbIybck5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EwmCYRYQBm8/s320/cakes01_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3331907524973675748?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3331907524973675748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-favourcongrats-andrew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3331907524973675748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3331907524973675748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-favourcongrats-andrew.html' title='YEAR OF FAVOUR:congrats Andrew'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wbIybck5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EwmCYRYQBm8/s72-c/cakes01_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1956007150645437004</id><published>2010-01-12T17:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:39:46.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDMINE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wYh0sXMSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FOeTStb0BDQ/s1600-h/DSC02405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wYh0sXMSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FOeTStb0BDQ/s320/DSC02405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wYrujMc0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wX_6jSnbD2g/s1600-h/DSC02406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wYrujMc0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/wX_6jSnbD2g/s320/DSC02406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wY3FsGQVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Blxy5LS-0PY/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wY3FsGQVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Blxy5LS-0PY/s320/DSC02407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wY-ZxuTEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/agieAPwijKM/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wY-ZxuTEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/agieAPwijKM/s320/DSC02408.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What you find at the back of your mom's tenant's house and in SS2 food court!! JIMMY LAW THIS IS TRULY A GOLD MINE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1956007150645437004?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1956007150645437004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/goldmine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1956007150645437004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1956007150645437004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/goldmine.html' title='GOLDMINE!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wYh0sXMSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FOeTStb0BDQ/s72-c/DSC02405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5566892217187091513</id><published>2010-01-12T17:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:34:33.406+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill triumphs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wWogGXpJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xDUxHT9oCJU/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wWogGXpJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xDUxHT9oCJU/s320/DSC02411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was the headlines yesterday in the Sun Newspaper! How awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;Also, when i went into the centre, the clients were doing a sharing session. What were they discussing?&lt;br /&gt;"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he"&lt;br /&gt;The author James Allen but we all know where the real source is from.&lt;br /&gt;How awesome to know that Jesus is in the house no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;I read a story called the pencil yesterday to will blog about that when i get all the details right first. When i get to that you'll never see a pencil the same way ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in other news i just had to put this up! AMAZING WHAT YOU FIND IN THE NEWS and EVEN IN THE OBITUARY SECTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wWwsT9UpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I-F1XLTi2uE/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wWwsT9UpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I-F1XLTi2uE/s320/DSC02410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5566892217187091513?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5566892217187091513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodwill-triumphs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5566892217187091513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5566892217187091513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodwill-triumphs.html' title='Goodwill triumphs'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wWogGXpJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xDUxHT9oCJU/s72-c/DSC02411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-576889119734772888</id><published>2010-01-12T17:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:17:35.883+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a *insert baby language* moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTNsgkoSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0-SY6CSf_qQ/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTNsgkoSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0-SY6CSf_qQ/s320/DSC02413.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTUlcC9HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3ctjL082rrI/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTUlcC9HI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3ctjL082rrI/s320/DSC02414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTbKj0FTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x3mBNygj8-I/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTbKj0FTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/x3mBNygj8-I/s320/DSC02412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So my bro's friend and her husband came down to KL and is staying with us for two nights before they head off to Sabah. This is their son. This is Bryce. OMG!! when i saw him walking into the TV room, it was a true moment of *insert baby language* moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-576889119734772888?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/576889119734772888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-insert-baby-language-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/576889119734772888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/576889119734772888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-insert-baby-language-moment.html' title='It&apos;s a *insert baby language* moment'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0wTNsgkoSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0-SY6CSf_qQ/s72-c/DSC02413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2389047502656994542</id><published>2010-01-10T01:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:19:42.823+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>there's no such thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;There's no such thing as my world, his world or your world. It's all the same. However, if you have to think it that way than bring them into your world so that it can be the same place for both of you.&lt;/i&gt;This is in dedication to everyone out there in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;After what happen yesterday with the churches and with the incident of the bull's head thrown into the Hindu temple, it may seem like the once closely knitted multicultural society that seemed to be able to live in harmony is tearing apart rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;While these may all be grabbing headlines, in the sake of so called religion, I think its time to burn those religious hearts to the ground and that the remains of it only be blown away and dissolve into nothing but thin air. When that is done, forget religiosity as it has only been but a menace to this country. Instead, remember that although we disagree it doesn't mean we can't live together anymore. Remember that in our RukunNegara, the last amendment says &lt;i&gt;kesopanan dan kesusilaan&lt;/i&gt;(politeness and etiquette). Remember that our first amendment says &lt;i&gt;kepercayaan kepada Tuhan &lt;/i&gt;(believe in God). Put this two together and hopefuly you remember that God/Allah/Tuhan/whatever you prefer have all mentioned in thier word to do good unto others, to model Him on this earth and most importantly to love one another.&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia, it's in the RukunNegara, you don't have to go so far as you think you need. We fight for rights everyday but even rights can be fought without losing respect from those that we are opposing.&lt;br /&gt;1Malaysia or not, when all is said and done, don't let our judgement on others affect our future generation into believing that we can fight brainlessly without respecting others.&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette, Respect and Honour are very much needed as of this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2389047502656994542?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2389047502656994542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-such-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2389047502656994542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2389047502656994542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-such-thing.html' title='there&apos;s no such thing'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5998428367018847671</id><published>2010-01-08T00:44:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:48:10.856+11:00</updated><title type='text'>koeokikasite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0XkouOGoAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eUYuk6Co5Rw/s1600-h/4249293102_e34952bd87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0XkouOGoAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eUYuk6Co5Rw/s640/4249293102_e34952bd87.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;got this off ant's blog! love the drawing out of a line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and thought it was just adorable! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i called God today! we had a long chat in the car! using handsfree of course!line was really clear today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On MSN now, talking to you now. i cant wait to kikasete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5998428367018847671?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5998428367018847671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/koeokikasite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5998428367018847671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5998428367018847671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2010/01/koeokikasite.html' title='koeokikasite'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/S0XkouOGoAI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eUYuk6Co5Rw/s72-c/4249293102_e34952bd87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1776562072119994748</id><published>2009-12-29T18:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:54:32.138+11:00</updated><title type='text'>listing it all down</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a great friend of mine today. We've been friends since primary school and she's an absolute darl. It's been awhile since we've chat and as we were talking we were listing down the highlights of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may have had our downs this year but its great that at such a time as this we still look towards what is brighter like the highlighter marker.(sorry lame excuse of a joke).&lt;br /&gt;Some of her highlights were:&lt;br /&gt;- cooking and posting it up on her blog&lt;br /&gt;- moving to georgia after graduation(cant believe we've been doing the same thing and continuing it too!)&lt;br /&gt;- coming back for the summer&lt;br /&gt;- getting a lil baby bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i began to tell her of my highlights i realise that as much as this year has had its up and downs, this year has had its great times and this is definitely the one where you take your highlighter and highlight it and underline it with a red pen before circling it a couple of times!&lt;br /&gt;SO here's to 2009 and the highlights we've made:&lt;br /&gt;-going to KK(oh monsopiad!)&lt;br /&gt;-going to Penang(water sport mania)&lt;br /&gt;- going to Hong Kong and Singapore(shopping and Disneyland)&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp; going to Gold Coast with great friends&lt;br /&gt;- dance routine with Jules and Nat&lt;br /&gt;- graduating and a ceremony to remember(parents and friends from primary to uni all came!)&lt;br /&gt;- meeting that special someone(right there all along)&lt;br /&gt;-Sister's wedding&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to be an Aunt!&lt;br /&gt;- Hau Wei and Peggs getting married and Li being engaged!&lt;br /&gt;-garage party for my grad!(suprise!)&lt;br /&gt;- experiencing what it's like to be around those less fortunate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if i compare this list to last years, the word missing in all of this is the word God.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if i think of it this year, God doesn't seem to be mentioned much as well.&lt;br /&gt;But if you read between the lines or every single highlight above, He's there full blast!&lt;br /&gt;Every special moment and every single second of it!&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2009 an imperfectly perfect year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1776562072119994748?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1776562072119994748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/listing-it-all-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1776562072119994748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1776562072119994748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/listing-it-all-down.html' title='listing it all down'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8334460422422190775</id><published>2009-12-27T02:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:46:35.544+11:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a celebration and its got family written all over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzYo5DGzVII/AAAAAAAAAI0/A35mrWE6JMs/s1600-h/simpFamily_Vertical2f_72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzYo5DGzVII/AAAAAAAAAI0/A35mrWE6JMs/s320/simpFamily_Vertical2f_72.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life is a celebration from the beginning to the end. When we are born, our birth is celebrated. When we have a birthday, its a celebration. When we get that first A in school, its a celebration. When we graduate. When we get that first job. When we get married. When we have our first child and lastly, when we pass on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In every moment, we rush to tell who we feel are family to us. The ones we hold dear. In every moment, there is one that is bound to go "I remember the time when you were only that and now you are this..." In moments like this the people around us celebrate with us for what we've achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzYqrprAxDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MsP5K9brdjo/s1600-h/family-celebration-t7090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzYqrprAxDI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MsP5K9brdjo/s320/family-celebration-t7090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At a funeral, life as we know it is most celebrated and as much as this happens at any celebration, there are always tears, both happy and sad but especially at funerals. At a funeral, family ties grow stronger for that one moment and we see the human spirit do what it does naturally by supporting one another through stories to remember the lost loved one, or even just to put an arm around them to comfort them. At a funeral, smiles, tears, laughter all come together to remember and recall those we have lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At a funeral, we see forms of respect as children, grandchildren, uncles and aunties and friends and neighbours come to give the last farewell wave to the deceased. It is here where all things come to end but only in this world. We lose sight(the physical)&amp;nbsp; but gain so much more as we find treasures of great memories which we so often and conveniently forget when we go about our daily busy and hassling lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the movie UP, Russel tells of how he remembers counting the red and blue cars with his Dad while having ice cream. He says that even though it seems boring it's the little things like that that seem most memorable because its what they did together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's the same with us isn't it? We recall just the memory of a grandmother opening the gate for you as you come back from overseas after studying and she's so happy that you've come back. You recall when she make those delicious meals. You recall just the very words she repeats everytime she talks to you whether its face to face or over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We remember these things and we smile as it lightens the mood but it has a deeper meaning to it than just lightening the mood. It enlightens us that life doesn't have to seem complicated to be amazing. The simple things are enough to put a smile on our face or even make a difference or help us move forward. Most of all, we celebrate life, remembering how this person has made a difference in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life is a celebration. It's a place where we cherish one another for what they've achieved and we&amp;nbsp; take pride that they've achieved what they can be. Family is written all over celebration, because these are the people who sow into us, believe in us and allow us to spread our wings to what we can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;LIFE IS A CELEBRATION AND ITS GOT FAMILY WRITTEN ALL OVER IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8334460422422190775?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8334460422422190775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-celebration-and-its-got-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8334460422422190775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8334460422422190775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-is-celebration-and-its-got-family.html' title='life is a celebration and its got family written all over it'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzYo5DGzVII/AAAAAAAAAI0/A35mrWE6JMs/s72-c/simpFamily_Vertical2f_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4625238982458435367</id><published>2009-12-24T02:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:30:32.885+11:00</updated><title type='text'>CHLOE IS OFFICIALLY DEPRIVED AND MISSING A CERTAIN SPECIAL PERSON</title><content type='html'>OMG!!! SHE"S ABSOLUTELY GONE NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzI3POUbC8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yUaqlsSBPqU/s1600-h/rbon75l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzI3POUbC8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yUaqlsSBPqU/s320/rbon75l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOTE: if i seem like im love sick im not. Just sucks to spend the hols when things are starting to bloom k.. so shhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4625238982458435367?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4625238982458435367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/chloe-is-officially-deprived-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4625238982458435367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4625238982458435367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/chloe-is-officially-deprived-and.html' title='CHLOE IS OFFICIALLY DEPRIVED AND MISSING A CERTAIN SPECIAL PERSON'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SzI3POUbC8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yUaqlsSBPqU/s72-c/rbon75l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4696036824932491899</id><published>2009-12-23T20:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:07:31.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>making a difference, every lil bit counts</title><content type='html'>at the mental health association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Ok, going Kristy going now. Bye bye and Merry Xmas&lt;br /&gt;Christy(patient): bye bye. oh no, you re going back now the place so boring nobody to talk too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4696036824932491899?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4696036824932491899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-difference-every-lil-bit-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4696036824932491899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4696036824932491899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-difference-every-lil-bit-counts.html' title='making a difference, every lil bit counts'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8044432728507626552</id><published>2009-12-23T00:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:01:57.016+11:00</updated><title type='text'>at the start and at the end, love is in the picture</title><content type='html'>As life begins, love memories are created.. One on the way, a future mother and father share thier excitement with family and each other, how much they are going to love thier child. They dream of the dreams that thier child will be the best. Love is wanting to provide great memories. Great memories dont mean airy fairy stuff but being able to see joy and things of hardship become success.&lt;br /&gt;As a funeral procession takes place. At first you see tears, breakdown, mourning of the loss of someone.&lt;br /&gt;However, if you're someone like me which i hope you are, you start to remember only the love that the person has shown you. &lt;br /&gt;How you use to go for dinner every Sunday in a far off place and sleep all the way there just in time to wake up for dinner. Good food too.&lt;br /&gt;That there's always a smile greeting you when you see that someone.&lt;br /&gt;That only good words come from that person, like remember to study hard, come back get a good job, get a boyfriend and marry.&lt;br /&gt;Things that are simple but transcends even the language barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person is not perfect but at point of death there's no point remembering the bad anymore.&lt;br /&gt;At point of death its good to know that love comes to mind of how someone has loved you.&lt;br /&gt;At point of death, flaws are forgotten and only good memories are remembered and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we only start to need and cry out to GOd?&lt;br /&gt;Answer?&lt;br /&gt;There's something in us that knows God is the answer, no matter how we cry out, no matter what the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8044432728507626552?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8044432728507626552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-start-and-at-end-love-is-in-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8044432728507626552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8044432728507626552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-start-and-at-end-love-is-in-picture.html' title='at the start and at the end, love is in the picture'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6890830740294946899</id><published>2009-12-22T02:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:37:21.053+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>60minutes</title><content type='html'>massage= 30minutes of tryingto to laugh + 30 minutes of trying not to scream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6890830740294946899?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6890830740294946899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/60minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6890830740294946899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6890830740294946899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/60minutes.html' title='60minutes'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4001029512143747342</id><published>2009-12-19T04:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:33:11.613+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>TRAFFIC LIGHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu8tFnlvnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cutKqGLo4g0/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu8tFnlvnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cutKqGLo4g0/s640/DSC02368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4001029512143747342?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4001029512143747342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4001029512143747342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4001029512143747342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/traffic-light.html' title='TRAFFIC LIGHT!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu8tFnlvnI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cutKqGLo4g0/s72-c/DSC02368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8980796636626960052</id><published>2009-12-19T04:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:31:05.046+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu52pha5CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/agOFxYRLYFA/s1600-h/DSC02383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu52pha5CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/agOFxYRLYFA/s320/DSC02383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So it's the season of Christmas! Oh btw this is what things look like from above in OU! its not christmas yet but i have to tell you something really interesting. This Christmas is really different. For one thing, there's someone special that i'm missing. Anyway, i just got back from a carroling christmas party and we sang carols today. My friend's mom which i think is a pastor had carollers come over and they also shared the gospel in between the songs. It was really good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu5-TAV8lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/t82Sd9qlapU/s1600-h/DSC02388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu5-TAV8lI/AAAAAAAAAIU/t82Sd9qlapU/s400/DSC02388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu6DgJpR_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/24tAIuGS9Wk/s1600-h/DSC02389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu6DgJpR_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/24tAIuGS9Wk/s320/DSC02389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Young and old people,&amp;nbsp;children, families and friends were gathered to sing these songs. It was really touching to know that right here in this country, we are able to do this and not just sing reindeer songs but real carol songs about Jesus. Not just here but even in the shopping malls where you actually hear the&amp;nbsp;name Jesus&amp;nbsp; over a microphone without seeing anyone get arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Things in this area are getting more exciting and i think its safe to say that this white snowy&amp;nbsp;Christmas, Christ is Mass-ly falling everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Merry Xmas everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8980796636626960052?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8980796636626960052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8980796636626960052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8980796636626960052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Xmas everybody'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu52pha5CI/AAAAAAAAAIM/agOFxYRLYFA/s72-c/DSC02383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7276671070721120670</id><published>2009-12-19T04:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:19:05.137+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what you may not know (part2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Schizophrenia is a diagnosis that describes a neuropsychiatric abnormality and mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this long long long holiday season I realised i didnt want to waste it away and be a total bum. I've started volunteering at this place called Malaysian Mental Health Association(MMHA). The patients that come in are not as critical and need not me admitted to a Mental Hospital but need to take medication daily to make sure they stay as sane a possible. Most of them who come in are schizophrenic and the youngest is only 16 years old. There are other cases like depression and bipolar but schizoids are most common. &lt;br /&gt;This is where i've been spending most of my time since i've been back.&lt;br /&gt;The first time i&amp;nbsp;went in, i was asked to do admin work which was basically jsut sticking stamps and sealing envelops to send out to people to ask for donation. We got some of the clients to help. At this point i realised, while having already stcked 200 stamps that this is also called doing life together. Even if it is just sticking stamps.What was about to come my way was even more shocking and hilarious but so mind boggling. While sticking stamps, one of the patients came to help. SO we are sticking and sealing and as usual i was very concentrated on what i was doing. A few minutes later(10 mins) i looked up and the patient wasnt moving. I called his name but he didnt reply.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I HONESTLY THOUGHT HE HAD EITHER FAINTED OR DIED! turns out he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told , they really seem normal, they eat, they sleep, they talk to people. Sad thing is when it comes to doing simple things like concentrating for just 30 secs or singing a song or playing just a single chord on the guitar, every step is a great bigt effort but every effort though just a single movement of normalty is an accomplishment. &lt;br /&gt;We had a Christmas party at the home on Thursday. Totell you the truth, being proud of every single one of them for being able to play&amp;nbsp;a chord on the&amp;nbsp;guitar, to sing or even try to sing, to play a game was really and truly a great thing. Proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu11GrF5oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_wPoR0znJAA/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu11GrF5oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_wPoR0znJAA/s320/DSC02369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;patients singing carols and patriotic songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu1-u2l4OI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TU9zo8QN-0w/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu1-u2l4OI/AAAAAAAAAHc/TU9zo8QN-0w/s320/DSC02370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;two of the patiens both on the right playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2HYxWrvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wsnEvzArhbU/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2HYxWrvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wsnEvzArhbU/s320/DSC02373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wishing everyone a merry Xmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2ag397cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ey_WF6YrJSA/s1600-h/DSC02377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2ag397cI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ey_WF6YrJSA/s320/DSC02377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2lwNuKmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JiudNlWs6iU/s1600-h/DSC02378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2lwNuKmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JiudNlWs6iU/s320/DSC02378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2wjGRdUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/knMRy5npe-0/s1600-h/DSC02379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu2wjGRdUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/knMRy5npe-0/s320/DSC02379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GOOD FOOD IS ALWAYS A CAUSE TO BRING PPL TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I've learnt from being here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-Anyone can touch somebody with or without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-I've learnt more being with the people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-I suck at Scrabble(one of the patients beat me! IM NOT KIDDING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-In moments where you look at them and feel sorry for them, DONT! instead tell them that they really are&amp;nbsp; awesome just by helping you move&amp;nbsp;chair, or drawing&amp;nbsp;cars for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- When you say you can't impact anyone, look again. Just being there with them and being able to talk to someone is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- I can make ribbons that you put on presents out of well those ribbon thingies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- Christmas really does make you think about God, whether you want to or not.(it's a good thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- God uses anybody to get to you, cos when you&amp;nbsp;need help&amp;nbsp;just concentrate and you'll realise that the things or people around you can be&amp;nbsp;the very thing that will change you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7276671070721120670?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7276671070721120670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-may-not-know-part2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7276671070721120670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7276671070721120670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-may-not-know-part2.html' title='what you may not know (part2)'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Syu11GrF5oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_wPoR0znJAA/s72-c/DSC02369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8718298424227787383</id><published>2009-12-19T03:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:38:50.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what you may not know (part1)</title><content type='html'>In each and everyone of us, there is a desire to do something better. Whether if it's to create a better cure for a common cold or to change the world into a better place or if you need to blow up something, how to blow it up better and faster.&lt;br /&gt;For me my desire, my thrill, my niche, what makes me feel touched is human emotion, people.&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly three weeks since i hopped on a plane and flew back to kl.&lt;br /&gt;This is what's been happening in my three weeks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Surprisingly, even to myself the people i've spent most of my time with are the people that i don't know. They are a special kind of people. One who look normal but if paid attention too are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuoyS1cmPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZKLhdJfCmlw/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuoyS1cmPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZKLhdJfCmlw/s400/DSC02357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My 2nd week back here I went to Melaka. Our first stop was a home where many old people who are not wanted are sent here. I wanna point out someone in this picture. See the man with a cast on his leg? Well, he's knew in that house, probably only been in that home for a month or two. When we came to visit and gave them things like shampoo, food, and basic necessities he was the one that caught my eye the most. Basically, he had never recieved anything before, or maybe for a long time and he was so moved that he started crying. I guess the rest of the old people in thehome was grateful but they know how the whole process goes. It was amazing to see someone so greatful for something that we find truly basic and that we take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I managed to take a photo of something else but somehow i can't upload it. Basically the people that i came with to this home are my parent's friends and what they do is that they do a bit of chanting first before thery give out the food and stuff. What I found really amazing was that if i put myself as the old person in the house, i'd do anything the person who gave me the food wanted me to do. I guess there's a deeper story to this, they don't look forward to just the food or money(though it is mainly it) but to the company of those who come. What more they look forward for activity instead of just in thier own thoughts. When they chant they have something to focus on, something to look FORWARD too. Religion aside, i think its here where you begin to see that if you do something long enough for someone, they'd follow you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurcllYJaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c-AVeg-a9Nc/s1600-h/DSC02363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurcllYJaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/c-AVeg-a9Nc/s320/DSC02363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurSRs5heI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mx77_FT9OJE/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurSRs5heI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mx77_FT9OJE/s320/DSC02362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurmVqodvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cdoMzBJ_Xo4/s1600-h/DSC02364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyurmVqodvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cdoMzBJ_Xo4/s320/DSC02364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The second place we went to was a children with disabilities home. It was basically children with Down Syndrome, heart disease, and other diseases like Parkinsons. We basically gave the kids food as well(no chanting this time). What's interesting again, is what we take for granted. My dad was telling me that when they first came here&amp;nbsp;and gave these kids chicken wings, they didn't know how to eat it. The visitors had to teach and peel the chicken for them. We brought them rice, chicken curry, fried chicken and veggie(the food looked really good!). The lil kid playing with the juice cup is my favourite. He's in his cot and he basically is Down Syndrome and with a heart problem. I think he's about 2-3 years old but he's so adorable!! When i came in and went closer to the cot he reached his hand out toward me and he wouldnt let go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Coming to these places i guess it really makes you appreciate what you have. You know rthe saying if you wake up and cant find anything to thank God for, than thank God you're alive. I guess we need to start thanking God that we are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- healthy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - in our youth&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- sane&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - know who our parents are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;- with family and friends&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - we can wipe our own butt without help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess i know we aren't perfect and i'll probably still whine after this but you really appreciate what you have everyday when people who are less fortunate than you dont have what we think everyone should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other thing is anyone can impact someone.ANYONE. Even a child with DS and a heart problem can impact you. Just one touch transcends everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know we say we want to impact people but i wanna let everyone else out there know that sometimes while we are trying to impact the people we know, they touch you as well and we need to thank and remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------oooh while we were travelling back to KL we stopped at this place where all they sell in nyonya kuih. SO GOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyutWhg_RZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/esoVhGfK_gw/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyutWhg_RZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/esoVhGfK_gw/s320/DSC02361.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuthIcKQKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rvk0R-GqRqQ/s1600-h/DSC02360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuthIcKQKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rvk0R-GqRqQ/s320/DSC02360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuvyGabY9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/4M5OtiuCz2s/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuvyGabY9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/4M5OtiuCz2s/s320/DSC02359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8718298424227787383?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8718298424227787383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-may-not-know-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8718298424227787383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8718298424227787383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-you-may-not-know-part1.html' title='what you may not know (part1)'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SyuoyS1cmPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ZKLhdJfCmlw/s72-c/DSC02357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2781248476468528997</id><published>2009-12-14T01:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T01:10:15.350+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we fall in love again?</title><content type='html'>today was a really bad day.&lt;br /&gt;It started off ok but i got into a cold war with my mum(my fault).&lt;br /&gt;The thing about this fight was i wasn't angry at her it was more of angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;The more angry i was the more i beat myself up.&lt;br /&gt;The more i beat myself up i felt numb,depressed,basically like in a hierarrchy of crap there's crap at the lowest level than there's me.&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, i sat at the doorstep of my house and just started to stone into space.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts like how i'm so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Not prioritized.&lt;br /&gt;Not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned things like if&amp;nbsp;God created us and there's no such DNA as the above, why is there a contradictory to how&amp;nbsp;i can still be such an a**.&lt;br /&gt;For an hour or so i just sat down at that step and honestly contemplating alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;s**c*** was definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;than i figured after all the crying i just needed to be in water.&lt;br /&gt;so spent the next 20 mins soaking myself wet in the shower. Honestly if i had gotten pneumonia it would have been ok with me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. it came to a point where i honestly thought this walk with God is so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;(note:its not just based on this fight, im not that dramatic)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to go to church today, and why bother, there's no pressure of going back here in kl. Nobody would know, and there was no obligation.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, through all that, there was this thing that picked my butt off the couch and i found myself driving to CCKL. i reached there about 30 mins early despite getting lost.&lt;br /&gt;Being anti-social,i sat in the car and picked up whatever i could read. Somehow, the bible in my bag was now in my hands. I kept reading and interesting how God finds you even when you don't want Him too.&lt;br /&gt;1Chronicles28- be strong and courageous and do the work. Dont be discouraged for the Lord my God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my hands are not my hands anymore. I found myself drawing stick images of people being lifted up. I guess God's trying to say He's there always with His hands out.&lt;br /&gt;At church, during praise, I heard Him say welcome home. Not saying anything but what He meant was welcome home, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty and i'll admit this. I've forgotten how to turn back to Him.&lt;br /&gt;At that praise pit, we sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing(x3)&lt;br /&gt;and it's only by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say its quite true why i'm still standing and still having that niggle to know&amp;nbsp;He's still there despite all the crap.&lt;br /&gt;Worship song was Beautiful Saviour. I've heard this song a billion times but not like this. I've never heard&amp;nbsp;His name so beautiful before. Neither have i sang this song while crying my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;During worship, i thought of this scene&amp;nbsp;from Glee. Quinn asked Finn this and I feel it was that for me with God. "Can we be in love again?" I guess its on myside cos I know He loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before PStr Matt started speaking,&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;had a word for someone in the auditorium(GUess that was for me too). In Exodus14, as the Pharoah&amp;nbsp;was chasing the Isrealites, basically what happens is that we'vegot to&amp;nbsp;keep believing, stand on what we believe and be still and know&amp;nbsp;that He is God.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the final thing is that, the answer is already there,its with Him so stop looking anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Matt talked about how we have multiple names that God has given us like more than a conqueror, mighty man/woman of God but He also calls us salt.&lt;br /&gt;What really spoke to me about this is until the salt is mixed with the meat, the salt is pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I've heard this message heaps of time, its only now i really see what it really means. I guess the most important message i got today.&lt;br /&gt;I never chose to find Him but He chose to find me= I'm wanted and love&lt;br /&gt;I'm His salt= I'm essential&lt;br /&gt;He chose and went through the effort to die for me= I'm worth it, and i'm His priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life still crap? Yeapzz! but i'm still standing because of&amp;nbsp; Him.&lt;br /&gt;I'm either flipping mad or something in me just knows He's there.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say its both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2781248476468528997?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2781248476468528997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-we-fall-in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2781248476468528997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2781248476468528997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-we-fall-in-love-again.html' title='Can we fall in love again?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4356752523113517582</id><published>2009-12-07T01:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:57:48.997+11:00</updated><title type='text'>보고 싶어요</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvD9FTJxRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CAoNH-zjJTM/s1600-h/white-tiger-00041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvD9FTJxRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CAoNH-zjJTM/s400/white-tiger-00041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;보고 싶어요( i hope this is what i really wanted to say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4356752523113517582?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4356752523113517582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4356752523113517582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4356752523113517582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='보고 싶어요'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvD9FTJxRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CAoNH-zjJTM/s72-c/white-tiger-00041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7483472981320289779</id><published>2009-12-07T01:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:40:16.328+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>vidacambios</title><content type='html'>I once watched this show and the actor said how she wished life didn't have to change&lt;br /&gt;She was speaking to someone older than her and that person replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Silly, the only thing that doesn't change, is that life changes.&lt;br /&gt;It's true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvBzgvN4FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wJ8Y4e70Szw/s1600-h/season+change.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvBzgvN4FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wJ8Y4e70Szw/s400/season+change.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7483472981320289779?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7483472981320289779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/vidacambios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7483472981320289779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7483472981320289779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/vidacambios.html' title='vidacambios'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxvBzgvN4FI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wJ8Y4e70Szw/s72-c/season+change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6702596132091353168</id><published>2009-12-05T15:09:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:04:56.428+11:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxoDgzgBoPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltvIzux9lro/s1600-h/iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxoDgzgBoPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltvIzux9lro/s640/iphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the happy couple! congratulations Mr&amp;amp; Mrs. Hau Wei Tan! BEST COUPLE I"VE KNOWN!&lt;br /&gt;hoping this poem will represent your life in years to come(since its got the word decades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger you were once.&lt;br /&gt;Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.&lt;br /&gt;As our lives engaged,&lt;br /&gt;you lit my life and I held both your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Now that decades have passed,&lt;br /&gt;ours souls have indeed become one.&lt;br /&gt;How fortunate we are &lt;br /&gt;that we have found the love so true&lt;br /&gt;that everyone dreams about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laura Veronica Merodio -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6702596132091353168?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6702596132091353168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-to-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6702596132091353168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6702596132091353168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/heres-to-them.html' title='here&apos;s to them!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxoDgzgBoPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ltvIzux9lro/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-94455262383845425</id><published>2009-12-02T20:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:08:22.663+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>OMG!! how on earth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvYOA4BXIqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/nvYOA4BXIqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;OMG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-94455262383845425?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/94455262383845425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-how-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/94455262383845425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/94455262383845425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/omg-how-on-earth.html' title='OMG!! how on earth!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3517098286846388156</id><published>2009-12-01T20:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:14:29.233+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of water and eagles</title><content type='html'>Before I start, I think its safe to say that including this post,i've written more in the past 4days ever since i started this blog, or ever in my entire life. I came to two conclusions. Either i'm just really bored or God's just holding me to my word to keep writing. I would say its both but i fear getting striked by lightning because God's word told me not to be double minded. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Sunday, DUMC had their baptism service. I think God really does put us in places where He wants us to see His glory and He also wants to point things out to us and change our mindsets.&lt;br /&gt;The thing with being in a University ministry is that I see alot of university student. I wouldn't say i'm not open minded but i would say apart from the world i live in, I sure as much don't care about what happens out there. Whether it's good or bad i don't really or haven't been bothered by it yet. Seeing university students get baptised still reminds me of God but this particular baptism service opened my eyes to alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing was none of them were university students. They were either still in high school, primary school or senior citizens.&lt;br /&gt;What i loved and GOd reminded me off at this time is that no one is ever to young to get baptised and no one is ever to young to be for God.&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism service, the pastor got one of the baptised ppl to share their testimony. He was about 60plus and had only been saved two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;His testimony gave me hope that even my grandmother, my parents and my uncles and aunties who are of similar age to this man can be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last thing that i was reminded off is that when we submerge from the water we are no longer the same, meaning that sin has been washed off us and when we submerge from that water we are clean and new in His name. i've been reminded again today that eagles are a symbol of renewal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thing is we all would love it if we could start afresh. The problem is we think its too hard because there's so much we've done that we are not proud off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know this is gonna sound really corny but every single day(i'm still learning this as well) God has given us the chance to renew ourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY HIS MERCY IS NEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY HE HAS GIVEN US THE CHANCE TO TRY AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be like eagles soaring in freedom, refreshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxTeY0hItXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J8VSfmZmEAU/s1600/eagle+2+water.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxTeY0hItXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J8VSfmZmEAU/s400/eagle+2+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3517098286846388156?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3517098286846388156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-water-and-eagles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3517098286846388156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3517098286846388156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-water-and-eagles.html' title='of water and eagles'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxTeY0hItXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/J8VSfmZmEAU/s72-c/eagle+2+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-341294253546366547</id><published>2009-12-01T14:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:36:52.555+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve or served?</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my auntie. She's been working for us for the past 21years. She's from the Philippines and, just recently her village was hit by typhoon. This basically means that the crops that they've been working hard on is practically gone. Money spent down the drain, hard work down the drain. No sign of the fruits that they have sown. This isnt the first time. Yet her husband and the family still continue to work hard. Basically go back to square 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this book entitled on eagle's wings. In the book the author's pastor said this.&lt;br /&gt;" When you are called to serve, you just serve. Whether you do or do not reap the harvest at the end of the day, it is not important. You just have to serve. Be obedient to serve is what is required of us. One has to remain faithful in his serving, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting isn't it? We always believe that what we sow is what we reap, which is true but what happens when we don't see the fruits of it. I've gotta admit, it totally sucks! When you sow and sow and sow, when you encourage and put in the effort into someone or something and things fail, we have every right to give up. We have every right to get mad and say we don't want it anymore, we can't do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I guess God has his reasons why He loves to use farmers in his parables. I guess we've gotta be like farmers in life. No matter what happens, we've gotta keep going on even though it sucks to move on.&lt;br /&gt;Cause a farmer doesn't stop being a farmer just because a typhoon hits he's crops, or there's an infestation. It may be frustrating but he knows that life still goes on,even through hardship or easy times.&lt;br /&gt;I guess we should be like that with everything that comes our way, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxSPNmjrnmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/x0fNQb5vF4o/s1600/India+%282%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxSPNmjrnmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/x0fNQb5vF4o/s400/India+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-341294253546366547?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/341294253546366547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/serve-or-served.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/341294253546366547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/341294253546366547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/12/serve-or-served.html' title='Serve or served?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxSPNmjrnmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/x0fNQb5vF4o/s72-c/India+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-320592351890126886</id><published>2009-11-30T19:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:04:44.266+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><title type='text'>Are you willing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxOHHw5HfXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_NndcrtoXw/s1600/durian_malaysia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxOHHw5HfXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_NndcrtoXw/s640/durian_malaysia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;" When you carry My presence, you would be like a durian fruit. It cannot be hidden. The smell of a durian would become a sweet aroma to those who love durians. On the other hand the smell would be repulsive to those who dislike durian and would be put off by the very smell of it. Unfortunately, they may also be the ones who profess to serve me and are My so- called ministers.&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to carry My presence?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is possibleto surreneder our "hates" to Him in return for "love" if ony we choose to do so. We will be surprised that we are able to achieve far greater measure beyond our expectation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khaw, Lily(2009) The Vision and The Call, On Eagle's Wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-320592351890126886?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/320592351890126886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-willing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/320592351890126886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/320592351890126886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-you-willing.html' title='Are you willing?'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxOHHw5HfXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2_NndcrtoXw/s72-c/durian_malaysia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1735920007177154178</id><published>2009-11-29T18:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:39:37.279+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>interesting news: He really does provide!</title><content type='html'>so this is the thing right. I woke up today and i realised i hadn't decided which church i wanted to go to back here in KL. It wasn't so much of choices but rather the fear of getting lost trying to get to a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIkKKayF2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mlmQ1kb6RS4/s1600/addis-doubt-church-cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIkKKayF2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mlmQ1kb6RS4/s320/addis-doubt-church-cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;So at 730am, i was googling maps and getting confused with the roads! finally i decided that DUMC would be best as i kept having this prompting in my heart to go to...either wise it was the easiest to go too. On the way there, grey, cloudy skies greeted me and because i havent driven to DUMC before(first time driving to church!)i got lost(HOORAY!). anyway, i found my way there and as i was looking for parking it started raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was raining heavily and my distaste for umbrella still resides in me, i thought i could just run through it. it wasnt far. Just 200m's away from the church. As i got out of the car, i saw a van honking away at me. At first i thought OMG!! kidnapper!! but then it was just a church member making his rounds to pick ppl up to avoid the rain!&lt;br /&gt;GOd really does provide: He doesnt want me to get wet early in the morning and have squishy sleepers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIkzUP26qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UbN-gU9FUIs/s1600/_41419396_crufts_umbrella_pa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIkzUP26qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UbN-gU9FUIs/s320/_41419396_crufts_umbrella_pa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to meet my parents for lunch today! when i got the text the guy was in his 3rd point out of 4 but he never seemed to get to the end of it. I was like cmon God, i really need to go now...ill worship you in the car! after that prayer the fourth point came out!! i was like woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;God really does provide: when you need to go, He provides you with what you want!! and off to yummy food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, i was thinking about talking to Su Ann and Eddie. While entertaining some guests at home, i got a phone call! it was Su Ann!!! yay!! and guess who was with her!! EDDIE!!! yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOd really does provide: ask and you shall recieve!! even with who you want to talk too!!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIlGxTEXnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qeZhHqc9D_U/s1600/talking-on-the-phone-t11676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIlGxTEXnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qeZhHqc9D_U/s320/talking-on-the-phone-t11676.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to God! despite crummy weather , He still provides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1735920007177154178?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1735920007177154178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-news-he-really-does-provide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1735920007177154178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1735920007177154178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesting-news-he-really-does-provide.html' title='interesting news: He really does provide!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxIkKKayF2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/mlmQ1kb6RS4/s72-c/addis-doubt-church-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1471355522483391026</id><published>2009-11-29T11:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:24:44.279+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>of food and baby</title><content type='html'>yday was my second day back here in kl. Actually, ill just say that it was my first because i totally could not stay awake the first day. Anyways, went for lunch at my 1st aunt's house and oh my gosh! FOOD GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG9i97POWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E33xN40pKIE/s1600/DSC02345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG9i97POWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E33xN40pKIE/s320/DSC02345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;on this amazing round table here we had roast pork, glutinous rice, curry prawn, tea eggs,kasturi lime and bbq pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG9r88vegI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f22KHejTt8w/s1600/DSC02346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG9r88vegI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f22KHejTt8w/s320/DSC02346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; This was the best we had laksa as well!! OMG!!! so good! at first it wasnt hot but once you put fresh cut chilli....OMG!!!!! note to self...RUN HARDER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess the main reason why we were here is because of this little guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG90HWktsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3105rVG2w40/s1600/DSC02349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG90HWktsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3105rVG2w40/s320/DSC02349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Rachfi, kalau kau mahu culik bayi, i would reccomend this one! so adorable!! This lil champ here is Gregory! he's less than a year old but he's got this curious face that you just wanna pinch and go *insert baby language jibberish!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;had fun yesterday. was so full i went for a run and later that running went down the drain because i went to have nasi kandar! sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;how are we all not obese in this country with good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1471355522483391026?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1471355522483391026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-food-and-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1471355522483391026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1471355522483391026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-food-and-baby.html' title='of food and baby'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxG9i97POWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E33xN40pKIE/s72-c/DSC02345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3042728182479883676</id><published>2009-11-29T00:05:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:07:53.440+11:00</updated><title type='text'>highlight of the day 251109</title><content type='html'>packed the whole day and moved the whole day as well.&lt;br /&gt;Had the amazing Su Ann Chuah, the delayed yet when she gets to it fast mover person&lt;br /&gt;2nd was Eddie Oh the man with the car and the handy man and ...well he's the man la!&lt;br /&gt;3rd was Rachfi, the yobo of Su Ann Chuah who says don't get distracted Buin( i think i spelt that right)!&lt;br /&gt;4th was E-lyn Tan, the person who fits everything into every single whole or space available!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlight: these ladies and man helping out and it just felt like family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxEc7r7M0NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mz_isvZAsgQ/s1600/clipart-stickman-moving-house.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxEc7r7M0NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mz_isvZAsgQ/s320/clipart-stickman-moving-house.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after moving, we went for dinner this time without e-lyn and then went to rachfi's house. apparently, we've been delaying dance practice and for preparations for the wonderful bride to be, peggen ewe. So off to practice with the help of eddie and su ann.&lt;br /&gt;highlight of this moment? &lt;br /&gt;After practicing with rachfi, the four of us( Su Ann, Eddie, Rachfi and I) went outside the house, where there was more space. Funny how you have&amp;nbsp;lovely memories even though its next to a dumpster. &lt;br /&gt;i'll just say that Su Ann and Rachfi partnered together leaving two other people to dance together. HEHEHEHE...(Rachel Ongkili, kau cakap salah! cinta dengan dadah tu, taraf tak sama!! cinta buat orang khayal,24jam, dos dadah tak sama lah!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxEf426Q7VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKH9gjWhbaM/s1600/1950s,b,w,black,,,white,black,and,white,couple,couples,dance,dancing,interiors,love,photography,vintage-e709615e3bc15993b0348c605218c588_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxEf426Q7VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xKH9gjWhbaM/s640/1950s,b,w,black,,,white,black,and,white,couple,couples,dance,dancing,interiors,love,photography,vintage-e709615e3bc15993b0348c605218c588_m.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3042728182479883676?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3042728182479883676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/highlight-of-day-251109.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3042728182479883676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3042728182479883676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/highlight-of-day-251109.html' title='highlight of the day 251109'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxEc7r7M0NI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mz_isvZAsgQ/s72-c/clipart-stickman-moving-house.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1638742475130894609</id><published>2009-11-28T21:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:10:02.777+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of rings and macca's</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure which culture this is but this is how the story of rings go.&lt;br /&gt;when two people get together, apparently a ring is given to the girl to symbolise that they are together&lt;br /&gt;when the couple know they are getting serious, another ring is given. This is called a promise ring.&lt;br /&gt;when the couple is engaged, another ring is given also known as an engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;finally the big one, when the couple are married, a wedding band is exchanged between the both.&lt;br /&gt;There may be another ring, but i'm not sure about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of this story while we were in macca's before leaving melbourne. Whatever you decide, ring or no ring, it doesn't matter at this early point. All that matters is your company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxD2zQtS_OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D4JUHE1d8ns/s1600/RF244067%7ECouple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SxD2zQtS_OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/D4JUHE1d8ns/s400/RF244067%7ECouple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1638742475130894609?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1638742475130894609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7798405429889295457</id><published>2009-11-28T00:59:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:04:55.151+11:00</updated><title type='text'>let me hear your vioice</title><content type='html'>have you ever heard a song, which language you don't understand and yet somehow you've got a deeper connection to it, something that can even transcend the language barrier?&lt;br /&gt;This is the song that i've been in love with for awhile and i can't seem to get sick of it. &lt;br /&gt;Finally looked up the english translation. &lt;br /&gt;Words are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQjcJBGIFsA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/oQjcJBGIFsA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english translation&lt;br /&gt;The rain just now has stopped&lt;br /&gt;The smell of asphalt is floating around the city&lt;br /&gt;Hey over there too, the weather is fine already right?&lt;br /&gt;For the weather has cleared up from the west&lt;br /&gt;Since you're not a morning person&lt;br /&gt;Everyday will you be able to wake up properly?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried about things like that&lt;br /&gt;The spreading sky, the freedom&lt;br /&gt;Although neither of them has changed&lt;br /&gt;right now, just that...it;s only just that you are not by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;if we become honest, surely&lt;br /&gt;we'll be able to understand each&amp;nbsp;other&lt;br /&gt;please open your heart&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;The path we have come is, for us, definitely&lt;br /&gt;an important step to that future&lt;br /&gt;The first time i met you was around this season right?&lt;br /&gt;The light up street was glowing beautifully&lt;br /&gt;The crybaby-you, from that time on, often&lt;br /&gt;laid your forehead on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;you were crying right?&lt;br /&gt;That extreme warmth&lt;br /&gt;from your touch on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;everyone lives carrying his own worry&lt;br /&gt;desperately holding his broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;if we become more kind &lt;br /&gt;we'll be able to love each other&lt;br /&gt;don't avert my eyes&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;let's get over those entwined anxieties and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;The feelings of this moment becomes our&amp;nbsp;bond,..&lt;br /&gt;yeah...since you went away&lt;br /&gt;it hasn't been the same&lt;br /&gt;in my heart, all i got is pain&lt;br /&gt;could it be that i play the game&lt;br /&gt;to lose you, i cant maintain&lt;br /&gt;sunlight, moonlight,you lit my life&lt;br /&gt;realise in the night, while love shines bright&lt;br /&gt;cant let you go we were meant for&lt;br /&gt;forever baby&amp;nbsp;let me&amp;nbsp;know&lt;br /&gt;Days passed without you, cant forget you&lt;br /&gt;letting me be the cloud hanging above me&lt;br /&gt;raining on me, missing your touch&lt;br /&gt;nights get longer and its getting hard to clutch&lt;br /&gt;We're apart breaks my heart&lt;br /&gt;it's all for the best girl, you're my world&lt;br /&gt;in time my love unfurls&lt;br /&gt;till then wait for you girl&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we become honest, surely&lt;br /&gt;we'll be able to understand each other &lt;br /&gt;please open your heart&lt;br /&gt;let me hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;The path we have come is, for us, definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an important step to that future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7798405429889295457?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7798405429889295457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-hear-your-vioice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7798405429889295457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7798405429889295457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-me-hear-your-vioice.html' title='let me hear your vioice'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2911459425648127260</id><published>2009-11-26T11:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:10:55.908+11:00</updated><title type='text'>season over, new season awaits</title><content type='html'>about two years ago, mun yee and i found a house in evelyn st. We rented that house and both of us and su ann moved in. It's been two years since we've lived in that house and we are about to move out and this time with an extra housemate, the amazing Sook Yee! but more importantly leaving with great memories.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of this house for me??&lt;br /&gt;PRactically every single part of the house has a good memory&lt;br /&gt;Like the garage, where we've had two great bbq's and garage cafe like parties&lt;br /&gt;the living room, where we all seem to fall asleep on cos the couch(mun yee)&amp;nbsp;is justt too freaking comfortable&lt;br /&gt;who can forget the dining room where our amazing wooden table held many deep and meaningful conversations around the round wooden table.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The kitchen where we did our very own CSI to try to catch a mouse that we quite frankly have not seen even though its existance is ever present.&lt;br /&gt;Or the time where rachfi burnt su ann while making chenny's chocholate birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;or the first time eddie cooked me pancakes&lt;br /&gt;the laundry room where i praised God in front of all our smelly shoes cos su ann finally made that decision to be all in for God&lt;br /&gt;the store room where the temperature is so cool that Su Ann sits in it when its hot!&lt;br /&gt;each toilet and bathroom has great annointing in this place!never ever a time where we go in and have not gotten revelation(truly God's throne room!)&lt;br /&gt;and finally each room where we've all fallen asleep crying, being happy or just at peace. Where we;ve woken up laughing, dazed or like it seems we cant move on pass the next hour and yet we've survived through it.&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years. Despite the fights, we've managed not to kill each other and build great memories not just the four of us but with ppl who've entered this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The season is over in this place, and now we move our separate way. Whereever it is.&lt;br /&gt;The next place, who knows? but a new season awaits.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for a new season of life.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;PS: evelyn's rock!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2911459425648127260?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2911459425648127260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/season-over-new-season-awaits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2911459425648127260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2911459425648127260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/season-over-new-season-awaits.html' title='season over, new season awaits'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8791226084752192279</id><published>2009-11-14T16:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:08:11.380+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother- Antoine Dufour</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9vrwMqPGSY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/x9vrwMqPGSY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;This boy(Sungha Jung) here is flipping talented! so amazing! The song is called Mother (Antoine Dufour)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8791226084752192279?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8791226084752192279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-antoine-dufour.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8791226084752192279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8791226084752192279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-antoine-dufour.html' title='Mother- Antoine Dufour'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5079661660796636283</id><published>2009-11-14T01:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:26:39.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'>vous voulez</title><content type='html'>Since that day, you've made me really happy&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to be there visually.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you or someone talking about you excites me.&lt;br /&gt;You put a smile on my face and when you respond my heart leaps&lt;br /&gt;This time, every worship song, every song seems like a love song.&lt;br /&gt;We've been to the beach, under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;When you're here, it doesnt matter what problems there are which have to be faced.&lt;br /&gt;It only matters that its you and me right here right now.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship so young, compared to the likes of others.&lt;br /&gt;Statistically, things dont make sense&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt matter, it doesnt need too.&lt;br /&gt;When i'm with you, you make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Being with you now, i never understood how life could be without you.&lt;br /&gt;We met that day, a relationship i never knew , dream that i could have.&lt;br /&gt;You've swept me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination, we've danced across seas.&lt;br /&gt;In your arms i feel safe and yet my heart beats a lil bit faster because i still cant comprehend that you would dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;As violins and cellos with guitars and pianos play and make thier glorious sounds, fireworks light up&lt;br /&gt;I've been swept off. if you call it falling in love i guess i would have to call it that too.&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine life without you.&lt;br /&gt;I want you every single day like a lover wants his partner every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment getting to know you is like finding treasures every single time.&lt;br /&gt;Could this be a honeymoon period?&lt;br /&gt;If so, let it stop no matter how my heart would break&lt;br /&gt;If not, let it continue, cos through valleys and hilltops&lt;br /&gt;I still vous voulez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5079661660796636283?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5079661660796636283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/vous-voulez.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5079661660796636283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5079661660796636283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/vous-voulez.html' title='vous voulez'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1367778607904292779</id><published>2009-11-14T00:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:39:08.441+11:00</updated><title type='text'>dear new tenant</title><content type='html'>dear New Tenant,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 4/8-10 Evelyn St.&lt;br /&gt;I know the house seems bare at the moment because there's no furniture.&lt;br /&gt;As you start filling the house with tables, chairs, beds and appliances, i wish and pray and hope that great memories will pour into the house for you as it did for us.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the pipes may be leaky, and the house may look like its about to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;However, I just want to tell you that though it may frustrate you that you have to keep calling the agent, this house has lotsa great memories.&lt;br /&gt;IT is a house of love, a house where people did life together. It is a house of comfort, of great food, a house of compassion. It is a house of music, a house of worship. It is a house where miracles happened like watching people grow from strength to strength.&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on and on but i would like to tell you what i loved most about this house.&lt;br /&gt;It is a house where 4 totally different people live with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, which house would be without disagreement but despite all of that we still supported one another.&lt;br /&gt;This is a house where people found love, new friends, family, found God.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you create great memories here too.&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why we are moving if we had so much fun here.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for another few people to create thier own memories here.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1367778607904292779?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1367778607904292779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-new-tenant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1367778607904292779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1367778607904292779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-new-tenant.html' title='dear new tenant'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7815952472692770824</id><published>2009-11-06T16:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:45:35.626+11:00</updated><title type='text'>...power of like what more the power of love</title><content type='html'>note: i hide things i'm ashamed off. This might be a lil bit long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta admit something today. It seems that God really knows what He's doing and no matter how big the problem is, it doesn't matter. He knows how to comfort you and pull you through this storm.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rollercoaster ride since i came back to Melbourne. The first two weeks here was like going up. There was no falling. I mean it was bliss beyond even my belief. My grad, going out to Docklands with someone special, parents being here, grad party and suprise cake for my birthday, great friends, someone special, someone special.&lt;br /&gt;Then the drop came and I did not even see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;Needing to go back before peggs+hauwei's wedding, no PR(my decision), finding a side of me which really is quite scary, death, hospital scares on death anniversaries, sickness, breakdowns, drained up, fatigue, annoyed, OH MY LORD!! in the space of less than 2 weeks, i'd say that's quite a bit to take in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not here to complain. I'm actually here today to tell you about how i've come to realise that my God is Able and great and indescribable. I owe it to Him, the fact that I've been trying to not write about Him for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is its really easy to forget the first two weeks after all the bad stuff i've said above because when you're in the midst of all that crap, as much as i would like to play it cool and strong, i can't. Not really doing anything does not help either.&lt;br /&gt;However you would like to call it, whether it's going through a storm or growing pains, God really places things or in you or people with you or beside you or around you. He does for me.&lt;br /&gt;The reason behind this blog title? I wouldn't say i'm in love yet because what the hack do i know about love. My love meanings have been blown out of my brains since the day i realised that i don't actually understand anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the day i realised i like that special someone and vice versa was the time when the rollercoaster was going up. When the rollercoaster started going down. He was always there, not necessarily knowing the whole problem but he was always there. When with him, the problems were still there but it didn't matter. I'm not being a fruit loop or anything its just that you know how we always need time to just take a breather before getting back to "reality"? I guess this was sorta "it" for me. With him, its like one of those scenes where its raining everywhere except whereever you were going. The good side of this is also the fact that when everything seemed like it was going down and all happy memories seemed worthless, this relationship still seemed to grow and not falter&lt;br /&gt;It got to a point where i felt guilty cos i felt more happy with him then when with God. DODGE!&lt;br /&gt;However, today i realise that God's just working in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;I like what C.S. Lewis says in one of his Narnia books. The lion character, Azlan says i do not appear the same way twice.&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Throughout this 'storm' of mine. God's still there and He always puts people around me to equip and comfort me. I guess this time it's in a form that i really like.&lt;br /&gt;Why i feel better that I'm not 'cheating' on God. It's because when I'm in my Father's presence i've already experience what I'm feeling now. They are both special. To that someone special, dont get jealous of God, lets face it you still wont win so teehee... &lt;br /&gt;Why i say i'm not in love? I'm not even together with this man and i don't know any extent to love compared to a certain couple who is to wed this december.&lt;br /&gt;GOod advice from the groom to be is that love is simple yet powerful. Complicate it and you're done for!&lt;br /&gt;Why the title above?&lt;br /&gt;I only really like this guy and its enough for me to want to do better, to be better for him and for myself, and to dream further and hope that it would be to be better for us. That's only the power of like. I can't imagine the power of love and where it'd take this journey and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;As for now? I'm loving every moment and time spent together with him. It's not something boring, because every moment is exciting just to know him. Whether it's going to have dinner, driving to give ppl food or just playing tic-tac-toe while drinking bubble tea, every moment is cherished.&lt;br /&gt;What's more amazing? As this relationship buds, I realise how much more i need to do the same with God.&lt;br /&gt;He gave this to me. This is the least i can do for such an awesome heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The day i write i'm falling in love? hehe...don't know when that would be but I can't wait for that day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SvO2hq-NVJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GUoDSirLHIc/s1600-h/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlR2TVhjWlRmM1JHam9qZXg3VVIxcHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SvO2hq-NVJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GUoDSirLHIc/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlR2TVhjWlRmM1JHam9qZXg3VVIxcHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7815952472692770824?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SvO2hq-NVJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GUoDSirLHIc/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlR2TVhjWlRmM1JHam9qZXg3VVIxcHcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1691082688331022218</id><published>2009-11-04T17:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:01:05.230+11:00</updated><title type='text'>blessing to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZsyJxDRczQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/ZsyJxDRczQE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;apparently this song is used to bless ppl in korea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just think these two girls have got good vocals!&lt;br /&gt;but in any case it's never wrong to bless ppl&lt;br /&gt;For non korean understander's like myself here's the translation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A long long time ago&lt;br /&gt;from a place called heaven,&lt;br /&gt;a divine plan was made &lt;br /&gt;just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked down upon you&lt;br /&gt;and said, "This is good.&lt;br /&gt;With my own two hands,&lt;br /&gt;I have made you more precious&lt;br /&gt;than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice because of you&lt;br /&gt;and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank you to all those who support and love me and have been blessing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love you heaps!&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/6247602118757207041-1691082688331022218?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1691082688331022218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessing-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1691082688331022218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1691082688331022218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/11/blessing-to-you.html' title='blessing to you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8680905372276235934</id><published>2009-11-02T14:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:52:12.333+11:00</updated><title type='text'>cool dance moves and glowing  and seung ri..teehee</title><content type='html'>TaeYang Look at me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CW2MfZjLYAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/CW2MfZjLYAI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;With you-glowing shoes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hSUwiPlmP3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/hSUwiPlmP3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6247602118757207041-8680905372276235934?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4749746064258204050</id><published>2009-10-31T09:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:47:09.565+11:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do- HELP WANTED from READERS so LEAVE COMMENT!</title><content type='html'>After a few encounters with harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;To do what you dream of doing, you have to be good at it, be sure of yourself and have the confidence to execute it. &lt;br /&gt;I realised that to help another person you have to help yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;My stay in Australia has been cut short and unfortunately this means that I wouldn't be able to be here for a very important white and beautiful occasion at the botanical gardens.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if this year, i've been missing out on the big events that my friends were able to go too. That i want to be apart off with them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with fretting and as i analysed myself with all my snot and tissue papers around me in my bed (sick at the moment, not naturally disgusting),&lt;br /&gt;it dawned on me.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wind of change.&lt;br /&gt;I knew this change was coming. I guess i've gotta change too. To better myself.&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Mun Yee, my easily excited housemate, she inspired me to do things that i can't do once i start working my profession or once i start studying.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list i've done and i need whoever who's reading to add to the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to do:&lt;br /&gt;-go for writing classes&lt;br /&gt;- join a gym, get fit&lt;br /&gt;- learn a language&lt;br /&gt;-read 10 books: 2 christianity, 2 best sellers, 2 leaderships, 2 autobiography, 2 social work&lt;br /&gt;-social work skills in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;- Dancing&lt;br /&gt;-Part time job&lt;br /&gt;- Leadership in training&lt;br /&gt;- learn to fix a car&lt;br /&gt;- Toast master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outcome i choose to see &lt;br /&gt;to express what i want professionally through creative writing&lt;br /&gt;to bring out the confidence i know i have in me physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;to be more verbal in another language&lt;br /&gt;to be more knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;to learn the material before March&lt;br /&gt;to have confidence in myself with grace and in others&lt;br /&gt;earn cash, organisational skills, be more independent&lt;br /&gt;to know something not just on the outside but on the inisde&lt;br /&gt;to have confidence.&lt;br /&gt;to be respected AsIAm.&lt;br /&gt;to be accepted AsIAm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_shortest_and_surest_way_to_live_with_honor_in/12041.html"&gt;The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world is to be in reality what we would appear to be; all human virtues increase and &lt;b&gt;strengthen&lt;/b&gt; themselves by the practice and experience of them.&lt;/a&gt;” &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Socrates-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Suts4l2CD9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MPnu5POO7zs/s1600-h/inspirational_cardiac_fitness_cartoon_computer_mousepad-p144407500824822174trak_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Suts4l2CD9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MPnu5POO7zs/s320/inspirational_cardiac_fitness_cartoon_computer_mousepad-p144407500824822174trak_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4749746064258204050?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4749746064258204050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-do-help-wanted-from-readers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4749746064258204050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4749746064258204050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-to-do-help-wanted-from-readers.html' title='things to do- HELP WANTED from READERS so LEAVE COMMENT!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Suts4l2CD9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/MPnu5POO7zs/s72-c/inspirational_cardiac_fitness_cartoon_computer_mousepad-p144407500824822174trak_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6577431259721918744</id><published>2009-10-30T09:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:10:49.880+11:00</updated><title type='text'>what's on and what's not</title><content type='html'>If it's not on the list don't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Too much work and you get cranky and tired!&lt;br /&gt;Wait till your done after two years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6577431259721918744?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6577431259721918744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-on-and-whats-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6577431259721918744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6577431259721918744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-on-and-whats-not.html' title='what&apos;s on and what&apos;s not'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5480058502491408249</id><published>2009-10-27T09:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:33:20.258+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday miss korea</title><content type='html'>so you aren't really miss korea but since you introduced and became a korean delegate like person. We shall just call you Miss Korea. teeheee&lt;br /&gt;Like Rachfi words can't explain and I don't understand what Rachfi said on her blog except for &lt;i&gt;kotohuadan&lt;/i&gt; so i'm just going to put it in the language i know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SuYjCu6UwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BVMdnlCgSYs/s1600-h/5730_104028961611_506166611_2531920_4857091_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SuYjCu6UwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BVMdnlCgSYs/s320/5730_104028961611_506166611_2531920_4857091_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel Jane Ongkili,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have given me wings which soar beyond limits&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOu have given me a dictionary that does not have the word doubt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have given me a laughing hyena(not including us three gonggoks) that laughs at every circumstance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have given me eagles eyes, to look for the good in the bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have given me the strength of an ox, to push through anything that comes my way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have given me the human spirit, the one that comforts and the warmth of a mother that holds her child when they are hurting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most importantly, you have given me friendship with you and God, where you held your triple citizenship cards high and played the heaven citizenship with me before the Korean-ness and the Malaysian ones came along!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you and love you heaps!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5480058502491408249?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SuYjCu6UwHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/BVMdnlCgSYs/s72-c/5730_104028961611_506166611_2531920_4857091_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-9134700214326749396</id><published>2009-10-10T23:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:53:59.226+11:00</updated><title type='text'>finding aim</title><content type='html'>find aim, find target, find to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;empty things need to be filled to be made whole.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's a glass bottle, an empty glass an empty book&lt;br /&gt;the aim is to fill it in.&lt;br /&gt;Only when things are filled there is purpose&lt;br /&gt;If it isn't... well, its just useless&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why people who haven't found something get distressed, depressed and aggravated?&lt;br /&gt;It's because there's no aim, there's no target, there's something that's not being filled.&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the faces of people who have cars, a place to live, a family yet the traces on thier faces seem to be a sad one?&lt;br /&gt;Something is missing, something is not filled&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen someone in transition, who just feels lost?&lt;br /&gt;Something needs to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;Find aim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-9134700214326749396?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/9134700214326749396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/finding-aim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/9134700214326749396'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6055456664792586887?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6055456664792586887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/revelation-is-that-there-isnt-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6055456664792586887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6055456664792586887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/revelation-is-that-there-isnt-one.html' title='the revelation is that there isn&apos;t one.'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-927340697349360137</id><published>2009-10-05T15:17:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T12:34:28.103+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>dream for Me</title><content type='html'>a few years ago when i was still in primary school, Chelsea was playing Man Utd.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to watch the game but I had school the next day so I had to go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;That night i had a terrible nightmare! I dreamt that we lost to Chelsea 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next day only to read that that scoreline was in fact a reality!&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, when i was in primary 6, Man Utd were playing Bayern Munich in the final of the UEFA Champions League. I dreamt we won 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;When i checked the news the following day(again not allowed to watch because it was a school night) i found that the scoreline had become a reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, it was a sunday game and i dreamt that ManUtd drew with Sunderland 2-2. Good heavens it was reality!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning i went to church. And He popped the question. When are you going to start dreaming for  Me?&lt;br /&gt;-_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-927340697349360137?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/927340697349360137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/927340697349360137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/927340697349360137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream-for-me.html' title='dream for Me'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2606917161968547740</id><published>2009-09-23T15:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:19:48.799+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>bila diri disayangi</title><content type='html'>felt this sorta expresses parts of what i'm feeling now..&lt;br /&gt;learnt it when i was in National Service.&lt;br /&gt;FOr those who dont understand, ask someone who does.&lt;br /&gt;I'll re-edit later in english when i have the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xqm4TJ2LiYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Xqm4TJ2LiYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6247602118757207041-2606917161968547740?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2606917161968547740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/bila-diri-disayangi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2606917161968547740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2606917161968547740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/bila-diri-disayangi.html' title='bila diri disayangi'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8736508960779884870</id><published>2009-09-23T15:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:10:07.754+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><title type='text'>all is not lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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 finally watched this video on rachel's&amp;nbsp; blog. Was watching it and i realise that as long as we have people like this letting others know that we can still live together despite our differences, all is not lost and we still have hope.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, there are times where i hate this country because of the racism and the lack of rights that as a chinese person we don't get certain rights but then it's still my home country despite how we think that we will never be first class citizens like the malays. However, maybe its time we changed how we thought and open our minds.&lt;br /&gt;In the bible, it says that as a man thinks in his heart so is he&lt;br /&gt;In buddhism, they believe that how you think, affects how you live.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;We should start thinking that we are first class and that after all we are malaysians and we all have a role to play for our country.&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said than done but after all the complaining and dumb politics maybe we should also think of solutions. Whether or not they are accepted at least we are being constructive and not destructive.&lt;br /&gt;We cant change the world at one go, after all Rome was not built in a day.&lt;br /&gt;However we can do the little things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Like when it's Hari Raya and your cousin keeps complainin about the Malay music because she cant understand. Ask her to hush and tell her to just freaking embrace the culture and stop thinking Australia is the only way to go!( i might be a lil bit on the wind here)&lt;br /&gt;Vent out the bad stuff but also remember that where you are now is also the same place which gave you great memories such as high school, mamak stalls, Ramli burger.&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have friends from different race because of the different culture, food etc. After all, you cant find it so distinct as what it is here anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, maybe its not visible sometimes cos newspapers only report bad things but as much as there's the bad, we still respect each other despite of our color, race, religion and where we come from.&lt;br /&gt;Yes there are the ones that have got something up their butts but there is still alot of it here.&lt;br /&gt;We just gotta look at the good and not the bad.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with one of my fav songs when i was young...couldnt find the original one but this one will do i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzyvMJiL7YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/hzyvMJiL7YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6247602118757207041-8736508960779884870?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8736508960779884870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-is-not-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8736508960779884870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8736508960779884870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-is-not-lost.html' title='all is not lost'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3494331929050828240</id><published>2009-09-18T18:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:37:56.297+10:00</updated><title type='text'>road to insomnia pics and vids</title><content type='html'>so a few pics during our practice...&lt;br /&gt;PLEASe SEE pass the unglamourous sweat and poser-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMx4_TDqQI/AAAAAAAAADk/aDYUsDXxTho/s1600-h/DSC06060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMx4_TDqQI/AAAAAAAAADk/aDYUsDXxTho/s320/DSC06060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMxi8SWlSI/AAAAAAAAADc/cqebBO6ldTw/s1600-h/DSC06052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMxi8SWlSI/AAAAAAAAADc/cqebBO6ldTw/s320/DSC06052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMyN4_MqqI/AAAAAAAAADs/v7avDdqLiFA/s1600-h/DSC06062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMyN4_MqqI/AAAAAAAAADs/v7avDdqLiFA/s320/DSC06062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARM UPS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tm6orIdJhGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Tm6orIdJhGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;NAMING THE MOVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fndRWaSZVzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/fndRWaSZVzA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;TIRED AND ACHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FFWyNHIZuis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/FFWyNHIZuis&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;ULTIMATE BLOOPER-watch Dad pass by!hurhurhur!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTuTASx0U-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/qTuTASx0U-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6247602118757207041-3494331929050828240?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3494331929050828240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-insomnia-pics-and-vids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3494331929050828240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3494331929050828240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-insomnia-pics-and-vids.html' title='road to insomnia pics and vids'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SrMx4_TDqQI/AAAAAAAAADk/aDYUsDXxTho/s72-c/DSC06060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2298577901061912121</id><published>2009-09-17T14:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:36:57.941+10:00</updated><title type='text'>road to insomnia-Debutzz</title><content type='html'>It wasn't perfect, even till the ending but we did have fun till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;We would like to give special thanks to the late Michael Jackson and apologize for plagiarizing his moves.&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank all the mak cik Mong's standing at the roadside sellling kuih-kuih for helping us attempt to synchronize our moves and for all the 'potong sayur' and 'gaul nasi muntah balik words to remember our moves'&lt;br /&gt;Great Job ladiez!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...and to WheeSung too!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you viewers have a good time watching it till the end cos the last part is pretty funny and amusing!&lt;br /&gt;PS: watch the 2nd one..we feel it's better!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SERIOUS ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FdLMrB702A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/-FdLMrB702A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;br /&gt;THE SERIOUS AND FUNNY ONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYbpMyfRJ3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/TYbpMyfRJ3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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/6247602118757207041-2298577901061912121?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2298577901061912121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-insomnia-debutzz.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2298577901061912121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2298577901061912121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-to-insomnia-debutzz.html' title='road to insomnia-Debutzz'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2629977134886740911</id><published>2009-09-15T18:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:39:33.608+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>choose life</title><content type='html'>Believe that life is worth living and your belief will help create the fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/w/williamjam101061.html"&gt;William James&lt;/a&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/garrisonke106453.html"&gt;Garrison Keillor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/r/robertfros101059.html"&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/h/harveyfier101058.html"&gt;Harvey Fierstein&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*each famous person above has quoted what life should be or what it is, or how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;In every life that is created, there is a dream&amp;nbsp; created in them to reach for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;When that dream is found, unexpected circumstance big or small tries to rob the dream from one's life.&lt;br /&gt;It may be various actions. It may just be a word that can tear you from being who you are called to be.&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Feirstein's words have so much meaning to life. That when people put you down, you do not make yourself a victim. We have to understand Robert Frost's quote that life still goes on. We cannot allow ourselves to be consumed by good news or bad news. Life moves on and it's not going to wait for you. garrison Keilor is a genius with what he has said about God's plans for us. Shakespeare once wrote something similar about the world, where life is but a stage and we are all but actors. I believe he's right. We are actors. Keilor's right. We are bad actors who give up to easily. No longer are there people who choose to be the main actor that pushes on and becomes the main actor in his life, defining themselves. We have played tragic actors for far too long. The tragedy here is unlike the tragedies we have heard or read in the Ancient World, we only play and display the tragedy and not the heroic part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Like James, today I choose to believe that my life is worth living and my belief will create the fact.&lt;br /&gt;Like Keilor, today I choose to improve myself and be the actor God has asked me to play on his stage.&lt;br /&gt;Like Frost, today i choose to move on despite anything that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Like Feirstein, today i choose not to be silenced but to shout out even when all things try to shut me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be silenced, nor feel the need to prove myself to anything and any human being.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the yearning of praise by people and the knife that people so readily have to pierce into your heart to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I choose life.&lt;br /&gt;Life as it is now is brutal. Life as it is now is negative. Life as it is now is filled with harsh words. Life as it is now is filled with pain, hurt and despair. &lt;br /&gt;It may be hard but life does not owe me anything for it has been on this earth longer than i have been.&lt;br /&gt;I choose life, for when the same life pulls me down it has also been the one that has given me great memories, friends, family, great food, joy, love in what i would call my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2629977134886740911?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2629977134886740911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/choose-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2629977134886740911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2629977134886740911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/choose-life.html' title='choose life'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2232487837798242198</id><published>2009-09-14T03:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T03:27:22.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising me up</title><content type='html'>One of the first few people that i called after touching down in Malaysia was the one and only Miss Rachel Ongkili aka Ms KOREA!&lt;br /&gt;so we were talking and i actually don't remember what we were actually talking about but it was something like....&lt;br /&gt;Me: blablabla...you should know me by now rite?&lt;br /&gt;Rach: duh..considering i like raised you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is she really did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad she did.&lt;br /&gt;This chick right here has her faults but hey we've all got faults. If you don't you're a freaking liar!&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, she's got so much in her that i can't even begin to scratch the surface of it.&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;She's thought me alot of stuff that have really become foundations in my life. (yes, Christians i know that God is suppose to do that but He uses people to do that for me!)&lt;br /&gt;As a leader, she's thought me to be real and not artificial with people&lt;br /&gt;As a person, she's thought me to be someone unique without compromising anything. To believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;As a friend, she's allowed me to vomit everything out and she'll listen but always ready to give me a piece of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's someone i can open up to without holding back and i can be suyi with her. Of course she will always be there to bash me up if i do get out of hand!&lt;br /&gt;She's the person who has allowed me to dream Big even though she's scared that people might kill her for allowing me to dream like how i dream.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who's words have lifted me up and driven me to go beyond.&lt;br /&gt;She's the hot mama I can't wait to see and i cant wait too every chance i get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach, thanks heaps for everything. yes even for sucking me into your korean-ness...=)&lt;br /&gt;Love you heaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2232487837798242198?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2232487837798242198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/raising-me-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2232487837798242198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2232487837798242198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/raising-me-up.html' title='Raising me up'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5156554581019192241</id><published>2009-09-12T18:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:01:59.061+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>Recycle PPL!! even animals know how to!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYzpax78pMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/iYzpax78pMk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;RECYCLE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5156554581019192241?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5156554581019192241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/recycle-ppl-even-animals-know-how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5156554581019192241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5156554581019192241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/recycle-ppl-even-animals-know-how-to.html' title='Recycle PPL!! even animals know how to!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7179107105485492124</id><published>2009-09-12T12:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:15:59.385+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>guess what?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>So I was checking my email yesterday, and there were the usual newsletters from church, twitter, core notes from the awesome E-lyn aka person who says bAAAAckside and makes me laugh, international admissions, something about Penang from Peggen.... *car screeches* HOLD ON!! lets back track a lil bit..&lt;br /&gt;International admissions?? oooooooh!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...long story short...Guess who got into Melbourne University!!&lt;br /&gt;The dream has finally come!! A lil bit more paperwork and i'm officially in! Dreams really do come true!!&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR THIS NEW JOURNEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqsCrktn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_S4E6jg_z-4/s1600-h/melb+uni.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqsCrktn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_S4E6jg_z-4/s320/melb+uni.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: thank you to all those who helped and believed i could get in!&lt;br /&gt;PSS: Go chase your own dream! If i can do it YOU CAN TOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-7179107105485492124?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7179107105485492124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7179107105485492124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7179107105485492124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-what.html' title='guess what?!?!?!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqsCrktn11I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_S4E6jg_z-4/s72-c/melb+uni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3073834769309932039</id><published>2009-09-09T23:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:57:11.109+10:00</updated><title type='text'>customer service BAD!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to watch UP today in One Utama. Too the two Rachel's and Su Ann, I was moved but i was not in tears. Rachel Ongkili you made me waste 2.50 on tissues! oh wells!&lt;br /&gt;anyway..service was really bad..this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: 12.30 PM movie&amp;nbsp;for UP please.&lt;br /&gt;Attender1: okay, 2.50pm movie untuk UP?&lt;br /&gt;Chloe:1230 movie untuk UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pays money*&lt;br /&gt;I guess i should have rechecked before i left so maybe it was a bit of my fault but this is what happened later on.&lt;br /&gt;*20 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: excuse me, tadi i beli ticket untuk 1230, you bagi untuk 2.50pm&lt;br /&gt;Attender 1: tadi i repeat 250 you kata OK! you sudah confirm!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Saya kata 1230pm mana ada 250pm&lt;br /&gt;Attender 1: *calls this lady.* (lets call her attender2 before i call her other things)&lt;br /&gt;After listening to attender 1's explanation she turns to me and...&lt;br /&gt;Attender 2: Tak bolehtukar. Kenapa kamu tak dengar! next time masa kita orang repeat kena dengar! You ada dengar dia cakap 250pm tak! &lt;br /&gt;Chloe: I tak dengar tapi i cakap 3kali 1230pm.&lt;br /&gt;Attender2: tapi you tak dengar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was the conversation rite..and i'm thinking "excuse me, i'm the customer and it's your job to listen to me also and not put the fault on me and also..if you say i didn't hear you, of course i did not hear you!! you were mumbling!!!&lt;br /&gt;DOn't worry no one was hurt in this argument. Thank God for Christ who lives in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, sales ppl in kl stalk you and are like spies watching your every move and i don't mean just one shop! it was every single shop!! i felt like a goldfish in a tank!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!! the plus side of this whole thing was i went to the Chocolate Lounge and the waiters and waitresses were nice! Got to do my writing there and God made me tear!! &lt;br /&gt;Gotta GO Au Voir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3073834769309932039?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3073834769309932039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/customer-service-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3073834769309932039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3073834769309932039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/customer-service-bad.html' title='customer service BAD!!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2954306560031757912</id><published>2009-09-09T03:52:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T03:52:11.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>thought about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaZSmdG4AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ll3QKwDQbYU/s1600-h/DSC06127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaZSmdG4AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ll3QKwDQbYU/s320/DSC06127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i was having breakfast and just thought of you. More of thought of how you said it was really important to eat breakfast and how you get annoyed when i don't. So just wanted to show you that i am eating my breakfast here..The waffles made me think of you =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2954306560031757912?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2954306560031757912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-about-you.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2954306560031757912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2954306560031757912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-about-you.html' title='thought about you'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaZSmdG4AI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Ll3QKwDQbYU/s72-c/DSC06127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8679537887414923045</id><published>2009-09-09T03:38:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:13:27.349+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>similarity or just missing melbourne???</title><content type='html'>I went to Singapore over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time there since i was 8 so that's about 14 years now.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the stay, i'm not too sure if i was just missing Melbourne or if things just looked really similar.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaQKKxGgrI/AAAAAAAAACU/iqCBmXkMkb8/s1600-h/DSC06094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaQKKxGgrI/AAAAAAAAACU/iqCBmXkMkb8/s320/DSC06094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lil bit of both KokoBlack and Max Brenner. This was taken at the Royal Plaza Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaSA-_qroI/AAAAAAAAACc/fVpSljTKd_c/s1600-h/DSC06109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaSA-_qroI/AAAAAAAAACc/fVpSljTKd_c/s320/DSC06109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yarra River? This is the river next to Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Around it are brightly lit buildings, bars and restaurants and it has a bridge too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaTQGW4dBI/AAAAAAAAACk/1ACfJFxxZvs/s1600-h/DSC06119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaTQGW4dBI/AAAAAAAAACk/1ACfJFxxZvs/s320/DSC06119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Southbank Point???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaVad4m0UI/AAAAAAAAACs/mWa9V6ry_D0/s1600-h/DSC06122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaVad4m0UI/AAAAAAAAACs/mWa9V6ry_D0/s320/DSC06122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Southbank Point vs. Riverpoint??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8679537887414923045?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8679537887414923045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/similarity-or-just-missing-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8679537887414923045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8679537887414923045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/similarity-or-just-missing-melbourne.html' title='similarity or just missing melbourne???'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqaQKKxGgrI/AAAAAAAAACU/iqCBmXkMkb8/s72-c/DSC06094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-7377257518279072713</id><published>2009-09-08T19:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:43:42.844+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More to life with them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmX_qCLwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tS9H8Njf3ec/s1600-h/10331_156874402891_825772891_3561124_460895_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmX_qCLwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tS9H8Njf3ec/s400/10331_156874402891_825772891_3561124_460895_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmYfmxKPI/AAAAAAAAACE/QVRJFjuK02U/s1600-h/10331_156874412891_825772891_3561126_2412370_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmYfmxKPI/AAAAAAAAACE/QVRJFjuK02U/s400/10331_156874412891_825772891_3561126_2412370_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmZNdc7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/uDyUKJcxJ3U/s1600-h/10331_156874432891_825772891_3561130_1460048_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmZNdc7RI/AAAAAAAAACM/uDyUKJcxJ3U/s400/10331_156874432891_825772891_3561130_1460048_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;These are my legendary champions!! there are more than these 9 but i thought i'd introduce a few of them first. They make my life so amazingly wonderful and always a great pleasure to hang out with them. There are some that i've only met this year and there's some which i've known for more than 3 years now...either way, they make life fulfilling. There's definitely More to Life when it comes to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love them and miss them heaps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/6247602118757207041-7377257518279072713?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/7377257518279072713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-to-life-with-them.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7377257518279072713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/7377257518279072713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-to-life-with-them.html' title='More to life with them'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SqYmX_qCLwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tS9H8Njf3ec/s72-c/10331_156874402891_825772891_3561124_460895_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4641642643817432071</id><published>2009-09-03T11:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:27:51.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing them tonight!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7R-eye2KL3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/7R-eye2KL3o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Be1eGaJnzNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/Be1eGaJnzNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mem8-G-HqLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/mem8-G-HqLM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;This is SS501. Never knew of their existance till the day before yesterday! They will be in 1U so i thought i might as well go see what they look like instead of just checking them out on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;Not really my type of music but i feel like my superficial side needs to be satisfied so why not!! i mean if im lucky they might actually rip their shirts off!! and it's no harm to just go bonkers and scream "OMG YOU&lt;br /&gt;RE SO HOT!!!AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I might get hate mail after this! (sorry Su Ann, but i'll tell you how awesome it went!! haha!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4641642643817432071?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4641642643817432071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeing-them-tonight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4641642643817432071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4641642643817432071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/seeing-them-tonight.html' title='seeing them tonight!!!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2222110552503638906</id><published>2009-09-03T11:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T11:09:12.539+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia choreograph on the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9m555jHRMEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/9m555jHRMEo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;br /&gt;this is what Juli, Nat and I have started doing since we are such bummers! using Craig David's Insomnia and working out our own moves. This time, after almost 4 years, we are now adding a touch of experience, korean, ministry of sound and other moves that we know off into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie"value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCtoeUybBSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;paramname="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embedsrc="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCtoeUybBSw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"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;Our source of inspiration to do this??&lt;br /&gt;We love it!! we get to hang out all day and do what we love to do!&lt;br /&gt;When we are resting, we get to be rockers and jam it out on the guitar!!&lt;br /&gt;When we are not jamming and not dancing we get to eat rojak and murtabak!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVING IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-2222110552503638906?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2222110552503638906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-choreograph-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2222110552503638906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2222110552503638906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/insomnia-choreograph-on-way.html' title='Insomnia choreograph on the way!'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8233552715033405993</id><published>2009-09-01T16:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:42:28.188+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Learning from an unexpected game</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening, i learn t something i never knew i could learn from one of the games that i consider most boring.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, it's called GOLF!!&lt;br /&gt;I went down to the driving range with my Dad after surprising both him and myself when i said yes.&lt;br /&gt;Let me note this down. There is good news and bad news in this particular session.&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, for someone who has never touched a pair of golf sticks for its main use I AM ACTUALLY PRETTY AWESOME! and yes i sound cocky but I REALLY AM!! for one i can actually swing at the ball without missing it!!&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is i never knew such a game involved so much strength on the waist. FREAKING HACK HURTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i learnt that to play this game, it involves technique and focus. What's different about this game is that it is the only game that the ball is just waiting to be hit by you and you can play it individually. There's all these different clubs that are used depending on how far you want to hit the ball. Finally, there's the glove that protects your hand.&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how it's something like life. Like golf, we have a goal to swing the ball of life as far as we can go. To do this we need the wood club&amp;nbsp; to bring us as far as we can. However having this club is not enough, if we intend to swing through life without focus and proper technique(guidance, a plan) our life will not go the way we want it too.&lt;br /&gt;When we need to carry our life further and to do something extra special, we need a Driver, a driving force in our life. When you have this with focus and drive and the right club(tools) our life really sores to where we want it to go and sometimes it surprises you doing better than what we hope for.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes our life, no matter how well we do ends up in a ditch(sand bunk aka SAME THING TO ME!). Using the pitcher, to get out of this bunk. Like golf, we need to understand that there are times that life will not go well and the aim is not to go further but to get out of the sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the putt. When you are at the hole, when you are so close to that dream, when you are about to sink that shot!! nerves come in but here is where experience comes in. To be patient and firm in getting to the goal. To focus and know that this is the final shot that will bring you to a new level. Putting the ball with such grace is like handling it with maturity and skill.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this is the only game that you can actually play by yourself and according to my Dad, it's about building yourself up. You've got no time to look at others because you need to concentrate and not end up looking like a total blunder head. Interesting how life is similar where we have to build ourselves up instead of always comparing ourselves to others.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, also, when we do something in life its like wearing a glove. We always need to protect ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The ball, is right in front of you waiting to be hit. Just make that swing that will launch you to wherever your dreams are!&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what you can learn from life just by hitting a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i still think golf is super boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpzAqo48Z5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xmRwNxPionE/s1600-h/golf-clubs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpzAqo48Z5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xmRwNxPionE/s320/golf-clubs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8233552715033405993?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8233552715033405993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/learning-from-unexpected-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8233552715033405993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8233552715033405993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/09/learning-from-unexpected-game.html' title='Learning from an unexpected game'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpzAqo48Z5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/xmRwNxPionE/s72-c/golf-clubs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5416175008212165863</id><published>2009-08-31T18:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:02:27.900+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>post response to the story so far-appreciating</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful that&lt;br /&gt;1) outside my family i have a great support. Being back home made me realise that i am the luckiest person alive.&lt;br /&gt;2)the strength that God has given me to talk about Him, in the pass three days and to realise that when He say he has gone before you so you may go through it as well is SO REAL!&lt;br /&gt;3)my parents, though not perfect are still great, especially mum. I realized that i'm alot like my dad but my mom, though annoying and pushy is really the drive to want to do better. Dad that i've inherited the whole cool thing going on, poker face and of course the ability to talk! I really thank Pstr Matt for helping me change my mindset on how to talk with my parents!&lt;br /&gt;4) FOOD GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;5) same as no. 1 but really..great friends. I know i can't live without friends but this pass two days and including today has really shown me how much friends i have and that I'm probably the luckiest person for having not just one, two, three but many close friends, not limited to time frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5416175008212165863?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5416175008212165863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-response-to-story-so-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5416175008212165863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5416175008212165863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-response-to-story-so-far.html' title='post response to the story so far-appreciating'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-1405534705740872950</id><published>2009-08-31T18:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:55:53.078+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>the story so far- appreciating</title><content type='html'>I've been back in KL for 3days now. I have to say that although its not as fast pace as the last trip, it has been fast pace for my mind. But the great thing about this is that I feel that it has been very fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you through what's been happening and what i've been learning/enjoying/ frustrated/ enjoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pre-departure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: "God just do what you gotta do, i'm not looking for much but i want to be ready to share about you and who you are to me, not just in talk but in action".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched down and went for BKT for brunch. It was great just having a meal with the family. It wasn't fantastic but it was nice just sitting and talking. Came back and i was shocked to see a HUGE new&amp;nbsp; TV in the hall!! the house is finally fully furnished! ooh and my dad got a Mercedes as well, not my first choice but this one is nice, though i would be cursing if i was not in the car!(malaysian drivers are crazy!!)&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time for rest, went out with Mom to go shopping! dude, i was so tired i almost fell asleep trying on dresses and not to mention we met a bunch of old ppl that my mom new and we were in Zara talking for 1 hour!! OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;As it's Ramadan period(fasting month for the Malays), my parents have been trying to avoid the road after 3pm cos that's when all the stalls come out! i haven't actually walked and ventured there yet since the weather has not been on my side but you can totally smell it from inside the car!&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came! KL HOKKIEN MEE!!!!OMG!!! the Chilli sauce is still like NO. 1 in the world!!! i almost went high eating it!! THE BOMB!!!so freaking yummy!! I SLEPT SO WELL AFTER THAT DUE TO TIREDNESS FROM NOT RESTING!! in the words of RachFi, "FOOD GOOD!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd day &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church with bro. and i am proud and confident to say this! PLANET SHAKERS CITY CHURCH IS THE BEST CHURCH IN THE WORLD!!!!! Not that i want people to approach me and talk to me cos i like observing what happens and all that but i think if you spend 1 hour just sitting down and staring on how to get into the place someone should at least come and help you or say something. But anyway, it was good cos it really opened up my eyes to a lot of things. For one thing i use to think all churches are friendly and hospitable and people don't stare at you weirdly! The message was a little political but God was definitely in the house. The message that was shared was another great confirmation about me doing Social Work next year.&lt;br /&gt;Also, before the message this indian fellow came up on stage to sing right? So he was introducing the song and he had the most typical indian accent but OMG!! when he sang, if you closed your eyes, you would have thought he was Jon Mclaughin or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to visit my cousin. Wanted to see Toby but he was in the ICU in IJN. condition is apparently worsening as he was allergic to the medication but at least he stabilized pretty quickly after the doctors treated him. Praying him through this operation. I so believe when this boy grows up he's going to have a heart of GOLD and just a great heart! &lt;br /&gt;At night, we went for dinner, its interesting that when we think of oppression we see the most drastic images, but i realise that someone might be oppressing someone without knowing that their words or action has a big impact on another. It's even more amazing to see what we preach such as "flow from the head" really happen especially within a family. It's great when there's the good parts flowing out, but i realise that the bad stuff are really detrimental and can really screw up someone's life. Worst thing is those who let all these things flow unto their children do not even realise this. I really thank God that he has given me the ability to be sensitive to see this and gives me the oppurtunity to tell them straight away when it happens. It was great as well, that God has equipped me to talk about Him with my parents without fear.&lt;br /&gt;Respect plays a big part. Standing firm in your belief yet respecting what the other believes even though it is different really does make them listen and value your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating sometimes to hear how some Christians have totally ruined the image of how we are meant to be but I guess we just have to live up to what we were called to be and keep persevering despite spiteful words by those who don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;However, God is great. After a night of discussion about all that. He brought two amazing girls that i've known since high school. It was great just having a lil girls night out at my place. Just talking about how we've all graduated and guys, guys and guys and did i mention guys?hahaha...its nice to know, guys can be the best topic to distress and talking about that makes me miss people back in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3rd day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not over yet so just wait! Till then au' voir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-1405534705740872950?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/1405534705740872950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-so-far-appreciating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1405534705740872950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/1405534705740872950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-so-far-appreciating.html' title='the story so far- appreciating'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-394271221178911402</id><published>2009-08-30T16:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:00:54.538+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>love this hottie here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spodz13_YgI/AAAAAAAAABU/sHxTm1iuYjc/s1600-h/Roger_Federer_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spodz13_YgI/AAAAAAAAABU/sHxTm1iuYjc/s320/Roger_Federer_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After writing about spirit of a champion, i just had to let my superficial side come out of me. Who better than to write about mr. Hottie and even better the great gentleman in the sporting industry! ROGER FEDERER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He plays with grace. When he moves on the court its like watching a master at work. No wonder he's won 15 grand slam titles and is the no.1 player in the tennis world. Better yet one of the most respectable people in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod5Xo7lvI/AAAAAAAAABk/q723D6aErCk/s1600-h/roger-federer-15-grand-slam-trophies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod5Xo7lvI/AAAAAAAAABk/q723D6aErCk/s320/roger-federer-15-grand-slam-trophies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When interviewed and asked what he would like to be remembered for, He replied that he would like to be remembered as one who is fair play, and has impacted people not just on the court but off court as well. Working with UNICEF and promoting to help those who were affected by the tsunami, it's hard not to fall in love with someone who's got it all, not just in fame, looks but also at heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod4Z9MQPI/AAAAAAAAABc/X_bMF3-UM14/s1600-h/Roger_Federer_Wallpaper_by_Stern90.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod4Z9MQPI/AAAAAAAAABc/X_bMF3-UM14/s320/Roger_Federer_Wallpaper_by_Stern90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When he wins, you know he has done the hard yards as every slam he wins he kisses the trophy as if it were his very first major title. He holds it with great care. Lifts it as if it were the thing that he always wanted to possess(DUHH!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpodvYlNIgI/AAAAAAAAABE/EfgB4qswnEY/s1600-h/federer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpodvYlNIgI/AAAAAAAAABE/EfgB4qswnEY/s320/federer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, He's a family man too! With his wife who's been supporting him on the field since he was 19, he has&amp;nbsp; twins. He's such a family man. In the exact words of a close friend of mine "He's such a MAN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpodwhF5FrI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn9agK-fR-Y/s1600-h/Roger+Federer+twins+Charlene+Riva+Myla+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpodwhF5FrI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yn9agK-fR-Y/s320/Roger+Federer+twins+Charlene+Riva+Myla+Rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally did i mention i think he is SOOOOOOO HOTT!!! from someone who's only wardrobe use to be filled with spirt T-shirt, He does not look so bad in a suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a champion who's got it all!! and did i mention he is so HOOOOOOOTTTTT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod591IBcI/AAAAAAAAABs/SlUbssR6q8M/s1600-h/usopen-menswinner-federer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spod591IBcI/AAAAAAAAABs/SlUbssR6q8M/s320/usopen-menswinner-federer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-394271221178911402?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/394271221178911402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-hottie-here.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/394271221178911402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/394271221178911402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-this-hottie-here.html' title='love this hottie here'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/Spodz13_YgI/AAAAAAAAABU/sHxTm1iuYjc/s72-c/Roger_Federer_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8445147507149292752</id><published>2009-08-30T16:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:12:44.821+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>Spirit of a champion</title><content type='html'>Spirit of a champion...&lt;br /&gt;What makes a champion?&lt;br /&gt;A champion is defined as a position of a title or a winner.&lt;br /&gt;It defines one as winning a competition or a series of competition.&lt;br /&gt;It is wanting to not just equal but to break records&lt;br /&gt;It is having that spirit of determination and the passion of wanting the best out of every situation.&lt;br /&gt;It is the perseverance no matter what the course.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the champion is the wanting not just to win but to make sure that he/she does it in the best way&lt;br /&gt;It is to be recognised not just for thier ability or quality but as someone who is humble, passionate and all rounder great person.&lt;br /&gt;It is one who has passion and does what they do with such grace, beauty and what they do is like art.&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of a champion...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;Do you aspire to bring it out of you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you aspire to be the champion you are called to be?&lt;br /&gt;BE THAT CHAMPION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYF9QnHcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DmQoGUQcwfs/s1600-h/TigerWoods_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYF9QnHcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DmQoGUQcwfs/s320/TigerWoods_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYHLoXBiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U6xAjLpugh8/s1600-h/Tennis-Roger-Federer_960264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYHLoXBiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U6xAjLpugh8/s320/Tennis-Roger-Federer_960264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYKQEJgxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eGO87DQPMjk/s1600-h/Manchester_United_Premier_League_Champions_20_863950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYKQEJgxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eGO87DQPMjk/s320/Manchester_United_Premier_League_Champions_20_863950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8445147507149292752?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8445147507149292752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/spirit-of-champion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8445147507149292752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8445147507149292752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/spirit-of-champion.html' title='Spirit of a champion'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpoYF9QnHcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DmQoGUQcwfs/s72-c/TigerWoods_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8163784465888275503</id><published>2009-08-29T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:28:29.641+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><title type='text'>Ready to write</title><content type='html'>I've stopped doing this recently.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i don't like doing it just that it's a bit hard to push myself to put pen to paper sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;On the plane today, God decided it's time to pick it up again. &lt;br /&gt;It has to be something because I actually told him back"Why Not?"&lt;br /&gt;here's to writing and a great 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what changes are going to happen!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see what He has installed for me and the flock&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to bring back what He has given me to them back in Melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see these legends being touched by God!&lt;div 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write'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6684210962332529453</id><published>2009-08-27T00:40:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:54:13.301+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>falling under the presence of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpVCDuq4tOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LNDt3ySZCP8/s1600-h/DSC06027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpVCDuq4tOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LNDt3ySZCP8/s320/DSC06027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a few days ago, over the weekend, a dear friend asked a bunch of us to complete the following sentence, "it would be a miracle if..."&lt;br /&gt;It could be anything, whether it was the most shallow or deepest thought in us and we could have as many points as we want.&lt;br /&gt;My first point was- &lt;br /&gt;"It would be a miracle if i can use my hands to make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, i read a book by Bill Johnson entitled 'Face to face with God. In his book, he writes how God woke him up at 2am in the morning and grabbed hold of his body. He could not move and the more he tried it would hurt. The presence of the God had fallen upon him in that moment, gripping his entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at discipleship i prayed this prayer. God, do what you gotta do.&lt;br /&gt;I sung praise and worship which i felt was my loudest and with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I loved Pastor Sam's message.&lt;br /&gt;This was what came after the message.&lt;br /&gt;We worshipped and she spoke into Pastor Matt's life, seeing that there is a new electricity and fire in him. She can see it. She asked all the planetUni leaders to lift up their hands and she declared that when your leader has something in them it flows.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, my legs locked up and i felt this numbness overcome my body. The numbness gripped me and i heard the sound of prayer over me for courage but that was about all i heard. The numbness took a hold of me and i just had to kneel before God and also to ease the pain. It was painful but it was Him gripping me. Like Bill Johnson, the presence of God was there and it had left me on the ground. I would love to say He started speaking into my life but it didn't happen. However, i felt this massive wave of heat and immense pain in my hands and arms. The numbness was overwhelming and i just had to cry out for Him. I knew at this point not to fight the pain. Though it was still there, i tried to stay still and God spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"I gave you those beautiful hands to make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;"Use it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Daniel+10:10&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Daniel 10:10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand touched me and set me trembling on my &lt;b&gt;hands&lt;/b&gt; and knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Thessalonians+4:11&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;1 Thessalonians 4:11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your &lt;b&gt;hands&lt;/b&gt;, just as we told you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6684210962332529453?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6684210962332529453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-under-presence-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6684210962332529453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6684210962332529453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-under-presence-of-god.html' title='falling under the presence of God'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpVCDuq4tOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LNDt3ySZCP8/s72-c/DSC06027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-761228382464079398</id><published>2009-08-25T22:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:09:08.770+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>innocence and purity</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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;when she sang, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;When she sings, the whole crowd is silenced&lt;br /&gt;When she sings , she reduces the judge to tears&lt;br /&gt;The judge is in awe of her.&lt;br /&gt;When she sings, it is pureness and innocence that intrigue us.&lt;br /&gt;It is in her you may see a touch of purity and innocence that is hardly in existance come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Despite her age, she is able to do all these things.&lt;br /&gt;REMARKABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy4:12 Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high. &lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue. &lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why then - oh, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh, why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-761228382464079398?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/761228382464079398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/innocence-and-purity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/761228382464079398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/761228382464079398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/innocence-and-purity.html' title='innocence and purity'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6444345936907950694</id><published>2009-08-25T16:07:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:34:49.697+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lindt Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpN6r_yfthI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PNMjZIS2XVg/s1600-h/770x340titel_eng2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpN6r_yfthI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PNMjZIS2XVg/s320/770x340titel_eng2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpN7vGCm8rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vjjKWyMqyko/s1600-h/DSC06017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpN7vGCm8rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vjjKWyMqyko/s320/DSC06017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpOBccbI2KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NfIrAObkLA4/s1600-h/DSC06021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpOBccbI2KI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NfIrAObkLA4/s320/DSC06021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lindt cafe today... it was a great place...very lighted up..sorry no pictures, it was something i thought private and i forgot to take pictures cos i liked having the conversations better.&lt;br /&gt;It was brightly litted and a great place to just talk. It wasn't as expensive as i thought it would be. A hot chocolate only cost $6.50 which i think is the equivalent to Max Brenner and KoKoBlack.&lt;br /&gt;We had two hot chocolates and the lindt waffle. Waffle was soft and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;To be actually quite honest, i did not see the difference between this cafe and others until they served it to us. What happens is they do not actually make the hot chocolate for you. You are suppose to pour the choc and the milk into your own cup. When we poured the chocolate into the cup i realised that at this moment it was the thrill of drinking the hot choc. The choc slowly pours out of the little jar and watching it was really tantalizing and it got me really excited!&lt;br /&gt;We shared the waffles, again the chocolate was to be poured on to it so you can imagine how much fun it was!! or maybe it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT the best was still hanging out with great company. Going to miss that a lot while i go back to Malaysia. But company said that when i get back that we will go out again.&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT FOR THAT!&lt;br /&gt;check out the website to see more. I apologise for no pics. Once again it was because of great company! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.lindt.com.au/1/4.asp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To company, thank you for today. Praying heaps for you, you dancing superstar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6444345936907950694?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6444345936907950694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/lindt-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6444345936907950694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6444345936907950694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/lindt-cafe.html' title='Lindt Cafe'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUXk2fW9q04/SpN6r_yfthI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PNMjZIS2XVg/s72-c/770x340titel_eng2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-8352823195639654658</id><published>2009-08-25T01:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:49:02.190+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>of those who care</title><content type='html'>to the one that caressince you stayed up a little later than usual to talk to me, i thought i'd stay a little longer to blog about you, or actually more of to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for going to sleep later than usual just to find how things are with me&lt;br /&gt;thank you for using those words&amp;nbsp; that i may know that though you are being serious with me, it all comes out of love&lt;br /&gt;thank you for always caring and being concerned&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being you&lt;br /&gt;these thanks are just only for today.&lt;br /&gt;The other days that have gone by and will come by, its just beyond comprehension sometimes, BUT THANK YOU ALL THE SAME!&lt;br /&gt;love you to bits&lt;br /&gt;PS: just incase you dont know who you are...i'll give you a clue. You like mango! and i love bananas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-8352823195639654658?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/8352823195639654658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-those-who-care.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8352823195639654658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/8352823195639654658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-those-who-care.html' title='of those who care'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-2350157934774111053</id><published>2009-08-24T15:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:50:35.538+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random moments'/><title type='text'>youtube scenes</title><content type='html'>will try to make sure i know how to put up vids but for now..link it yourselves and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie-10 things i hate about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84e0HYgo_eU&lt;/div&gt;*even the toughest chick has a heart* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie- August rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnoeD9Xb6Xw&amp;amp;feature=related&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;*When the Father comes into place,the music created transcends us into another world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Movie- AmazingGrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6Cv5P9H9qU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*No matter how long you shout you will not drown out the voice of the people*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*You still have passion, that matters more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;* We are too young to realise that certain things are impossible*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Song- Set the world on fire by Nicole Britt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66sQmu6fnxc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;*with Him all is possible*&lt;/div&gt;* Take my dreams and give them wings* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song- Everything by Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5DciaqZE0w&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/div&gt;*feeling cheeky =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube- Akhmed the dead terrorist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neTsQng-70o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;*I KILL YOU!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube- 12 Days of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owK5tHjL0aE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wikimart! telemarketers!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube-NigaHiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9onvD6CkCvc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Phbe8mEDMe4&amp;amp;feature=fvw&lt;/span&gt; *just for laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HAVE FUN... &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/6247602118757207041-2350157934774111053?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/2350157934774111053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/youtube-scenes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2350157934774111053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/2350157934774111053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/youtube-scenes.html' title='youtube scenes'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-4925567013886861058</id><published>2009-08-24T15:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:07:32.552+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>i have a dream</title><content type='html'>not sure how to put a clip on the blog so ill just put the link.&lt;br /&gt;be inspired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZLvSnr6s50&amp;amp;feature=related &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech 1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that one day,     &lt;i style="font-style: normal;"&gt;d&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: normal;"&gt;o&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wn in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of    "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt; today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and     the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;This our hope, and     this is the faith that I go back to the South with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And this will be the day     -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to     sing with new meaning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I       sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;From every mountainside, let freedom ring!      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But not only that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;From every mountainside, let freedom ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    Free at last! Free at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank &lt;i&gt;God&lt;/i&gt; Almighty, we are free at last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;With Dream comes hope&lt;br /&gt;What's is the dream today for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-4925567013886861058?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/4925567013886861058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4925567013886861058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/4925567013886861058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-dream.html' title='i have a dream'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-5158937526402490467</id><published>2009-08-23T17:03:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:05:55.691+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>Dreams awaken</title><content type='html'>We fear to dream and speak about it because we fear that if we say it out loud it wont come true&lt;br /&gt;We fear to dream because the moment we speak it out the world will look at us as if we are from bizarro world.&lt;br /&gt;We fear to dream because what we've dreamed about in the passed has only gotten our hearts broken&lt;br /&gt;We have put ourselves, our minds, our hearts to sleep. Our creativity to dream is only limited to what we can do. Even that is not considered dreaming. It's just called doing what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;We become contented with what we have. Life is good and we even deceive ourselves that it is good.&lt;br /&gt;When we see people achieve their dreams we congratulate them, and sometimes even go home and wonder if we could ever be like that person. &lt;br /&gt;Deep down the dream inside us that we thought dormant is bursting to leap out. &lt;br /&gt;The dream we try to push away is wanting to come out of us.&lt;br /&gt;The dream to truly live and not just exist inside of us is wanting to take a hold of us and fly us to a place we have already imagined.&lt;br /&gt;Now the Creator of dreams is wanting to reawaken what we have allowed to sleep for so long&lt;br /&gt;He wants it to happen for us, He wants us to live in what we desire in what He of course knows is the true way to live.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike us, He uses our dream to make us get to where we imagined and then He brings us to the unthinkable &lt;br /&gt;He is patient, he will encourage but never force. It is our decision. Though he is patient, He will not wait forever. If a dream so big is in us that will not only affect us but the life of others, He will replace us.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a society that wants us to be the same and conform to the norm, yet in interviews and in process of selection of the best they look for the one who is unique, the one who dares to be different, the one who dares to dream. Irony isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;What is the dream today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:2 Do not conform to the patterns of the world, but be transformed to the renewing of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAM LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW, LIVE AS IF YOU'LL DIE TODAY-James Dean-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-5158937526402490467?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/5158937526402490467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-awaken.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5158937526402490467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/5158937526402490467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-awaken.html' title='Dreams awaken'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-3419260049230775653</id><published>2009-08-23T00:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:11:26.785+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>I've been swimming lately&lt;br /&gt;I realise that unlike the times in Malaysia i was able to do laps without stopping for long periods&lt;br /&gt;Doing it now seems harder than usual, as if i had to really push myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i finished, the only consolation was that i knew i had the ability to push my strengths to the maximum&lt;br /&gt;The bad part about it was the frustration that i could not do what i use to do&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a little different.&lt;br /&gt;As i walked to the arena, i felt in me this sense of dryness.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days where the cup was half empty instead of half full.&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and i knew it was His.&lt;br /&gt;As i walked, he began to ask me when was the last time we spent time together&lt;br /&gt;I realised i've been spending time with Him everyday but its one of those hi and bye relationships&lt;br /&gt;One of those i'm only meeting you because its what i have to do.&lt;br /&gt;Out of courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;In the pool,i tried to push myself again.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the frustration build, He asked me again.&lt;br /&gt;"When was the last time you spent time with me?"&lt;br /&gt;I knew i needed to repent for treating our relationship so casually&lt;br /&gt;With each stroke of moving forward, i repented for each thing that i've done wrong&lt;br /&gt;With each lap, i started to think out scriptures&lt;br /&gt;At this point, it was a moment where i felt that if he gripped me in His presence, it would be OK.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, that desire of just wanting Him came back in that pool&lt;br /&gt;At this point, still swimming, he stopped my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you realise that when you focus on me, you move forward much faster?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you realise when you focus on me, i give you the strength that you need to push on without being weary?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you realise that focusing on me makes it so much more easier for you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=2&amp;amp;chapter=15&amp;amp;verse=2&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Exodus 15:2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD is my &lt;b&gt;strength&lt;/b&gt; and my song;  he has become my salvation.  He is my God, and I will praise him,  my father's God, and I will exalt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But those who wait on the Lord will renew thier strength&lt;br /&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles&lt;br /&gt;they will run and not grow weary&lt;br /&gt;They will walk and not be faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-3419260049230775653?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WEqdr_Awdak' title='strength'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/3419260049230775653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3419260049230775653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/3419260049230775653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247602118757207041.post-6108042804385273400</id><published>2009-08-21T18:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:48:56.593+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><title type='text'>new beginning</title><content type='html'>new beginning to a transition period&lt;br /&gt;actually it was just getting bored of the other blog&lt;br /&gt;SO EMO!&lt;br /&gt;so here's to hoping that some of these posts wont be emo but deep, and some providing laughs.&lt;br /&gt;more importantly that this blog has a life of its own in bringing change to those who read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6247602118757207041-6108042804385273400?l=vidacambios.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/feeds/6108042804385273400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6108042804385273400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6247602118757207041/posts/default/6108042804385273400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vidacambios.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-beginning.html' title='new beginning'/><author><name>Chloe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00925682247195269865</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
