<?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-4683740216300269699</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:16:09.112+11:00</updated><category term='NEW BLOG'/><title type='text'>I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead</title><subtitle type='html'>Sylvia Plath</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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>876</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-457274242257585745</id><published>2010-01-10T02:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T02:24:20.786+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am i hopeless at this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in that person I've found everything I ever dreamed of. He has an&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming passion for life. An artist. A dreamer. When he looks at me, it's&lt;br /&gt;like he's staring at the stars. He see's a beauty I can't even hope to ever see.&lt;br /&gt;He can look into my soul, without me saying a thing he can perfectly articulate&lt;br /&gt;everything I've tried so hard to hide from everyone. He can't not touch me,&lt;br /&gt;stroke my hand, my back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-leloveimage.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That whole thing about moving is falling apart again. I don't even know why. I mean essentially it's the same, isn't it? I keep throwing it away, and coming back for more. It's like a mini-vacation. Should I come back or stick with it? Should I give up blogging for good (which would mean like a week's break and then hello its me again)? Dislike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-457274242257585745?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/457274242257585745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=457274242257585745' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/457274242257585745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/457274242257585745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-am-i-hopeless-at-this.html' title='Why am i hopeless at this?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-7043599187194547947</id><published>2010-01-01T11:18:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:25:14.763+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offtherecordonthefly.wordpress.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HERE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7043599187194547947?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7043599187194547947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7043599187194547947' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7043599187194547947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7043599187194547947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-479186152384077104</id><published>2009-12-29T01:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T02:03:12.431+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A move.</title><content type='html'>So the first decade of the millenium is just around the corner, and in light of big changes and stepping stones, I am finally taking action, and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been with blogger since I started off writing online some 5 years ago. I've ventured into livejournal for awhile, but it was private, and keeping two online blogs is just Hard Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while our calender system is coterminous, i hope my shift would be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this is me just trying to keep up with times and all that jazz. And while this new space is still only nascent, i need to start figuring out how wordpress works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight/day x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-479186152384077104?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/479186152384077104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=479186152384077104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/479186152384077104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/479186152384077104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/move.html' title='A move.'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7090928454749156969</id><published>2009-12-28T16:10:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:17:47.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More of Mr. Pronounced EM-MICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVfw7q5OkA0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/nVfw7q5OkA0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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 width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wRa2E0cvYjY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/wRa2E0cvYjY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;Hahaha he's so funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/valemmich&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7090928454749156969?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7090928454749156969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7090928454749156969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7090928454749156969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7090928454749156969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-of-mr-pronounce-em-mick.html' title='More of Mr. Pronounced EM-MICK'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2923319183742201699</id><published>2009-12-28T16:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T16:06:06.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunlight Searchparty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U670y2e5M4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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/U670y2e5M4w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&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;Val Emmich. First spotted in Ugly Betty Season 3 as Jesse, as Betty's new love interest and hot neighbour. Looking for his album. Anyone? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2923319183742201699?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2923319183742201699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2923319183742201699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2923319183742201699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2923319183742201699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunlight-searchparty.html' title='Sunlight Searchparty'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6673579248355301019</id><published>2009-12-26T14:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:26:38.922+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hosanna" (&lt;a title="Koine Greek" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koine_Greek"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; transcription: ὡσαννά,&lt;br /&gt;hōsanna) is the cry of praise or adoration shouted in recognition of the &lt;a title="Messiah" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Messiah"&gt;Messiahship&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Jesus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus"&gt;Jesus&lt;/a&gt; on his entry&lt;br /&gt;into &lt;a title="Jerusalem" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerusalem"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/a&gt;, Hosanna! Blessed is&lt;br /&gt;the one who comes in the name of the Lord!&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hosanna#cite_note-2"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; It is used in&lt;br /&gt;the same way in &lt;a title="Christian" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christian"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Praise" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Praise"&gt;praise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it seems that "Hosanna" is a cry for salvation; while at the&lt;br /&gt;same time is a declaration of praise. &lt;strong&gt;Therefore, it may be derived that&lt;br /&gt;this plea for help is out of an agreeably positive connotation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hosanna"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hosanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We need to be saved. We praise because our needs are fulfilled and we are, yes we are, saved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6673579248355301019?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6673579248355301019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6673579248355301019' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6673579248355301019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6673579248355301019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4698981632932079516</id><published>2009-12-26T01:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:52:52.301+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Birthdays, Reasons, Gifts, You, Me, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Taking my chances before this day slips into the 26th of December stealthily, quietly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's already Christmas. Can't believe 2009 flew by so quickly. Time really zoomed over our heads and out of the window, leaving us with no clue. Time as the superglue for this year. And the next, and the next, and the next. And the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your well wishes, gifts, and presence. They mean alot to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though this holiday was not 'Christmas-sy' (it never really is anymore), it was still as special. Because I don't think I can ever stop being amazed at how wonderful life is for me. Just being surrounded by family and friends, knowing that God sent His Only Son to come, to bring peace and joy, to free the oppressed. To save. And for that I am extra-thankful on this day, for God who is Lord over all, planned for this even before you were on the blip of the radar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are honestly the reason for Christmas (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed Christmas. I hope you receive many gifts and love as you are loved - more than you can ever fanthom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eat more ham &amp;amp; turkey &amp;amp; logcakes &amp;amp; lollys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4698981632932079516?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4698981632932079516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4698981632932079516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4698981632932079516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4698981632932079516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-birthdays-reasons-gifts-you.html' title='Christmas, Birthdays, Reasons, Gifts, You, Me, Love'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4510448730314281457</id><published>2009-12-24T13:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:23:54.585+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Comme des enfants</title><content type='html'>Alors tu vois, comme tout se mele&lt;br /&gt;Et du coeur a tes levres, je deviens un casse-tête&lt;br /&gt;Ton rire me crit, de te lacher&lt;br /&gt;Avant de perdre prise, et d'abandonner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car je ne t'en demanderai jamais autant&lt;br /&gt;Déja que tu me traites, comme un grand enfant&lt;br /&gt;Nous avons trop rien, a risquer&lt;br /&gt;A part nos vies qu'on laisse de coté&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'en est assez de ces dédoublements&lt;br /&gt;C'est plus dure à faire, qu'autrement&lt;br /&gt;Car sans rire c'est plus facile de rêver&lt;br /&gt;A ce qu'on ne pourra, jamais plus toucher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On se prend la main, comme des enfants&lt;br /&gt;Le bonheur aux lèvres, un peu naivement&lt;br /&gt;Et on marche ensemble, d'un pas décidé&lt;br /&gt;Alors que nos têtes nous crient de tout arrêter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il m'aime encore, et toi tu m'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et malgré ça il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Et malgré ça il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Et malgré sa il, m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Et malgré ça il, m'aime encore et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;br /&gt;Mais il m'aime encore, &lt;strong&gt;et moi je t'aime un peu plus fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4510448730314281457?l=lovemefor-me.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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-7417994041155114661</id><published>2009-12-24T03:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T03:39:19.420+11:00</updated><title type='text'>If I take my heart's advice,</title><content type='html'>So I love you. I friggin' love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can blog about for now  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7417994041155114661?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7417994041155114661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7417994041155114661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7417994041155114661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7417994041155114661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-take-my-hearts-advice.html' title='If I take my heart&apos;s advice,'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3502765462702577755</id><published>2009-12-22T23:52:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:21:33.820+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the odds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;They think that you're taking advantage of me. They think that I'm using you.&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know us. They think that we're ugly but I know that we're&lt;br /&gt;beautiful. And we can adapt to a hostile environment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lexie Grey, Grey's Anatomy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comeback of Grey's Anatomy into My Life. I'm going slow, after all slow and steady wins the race (supposedly) and I'm halfway through season 5, yes one season lag. But I've honestly Forgotten how GOOD Grey's is! It's probably my favourite (and the Best) TV show of all time! Like it gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, and it sometimes moves me to tears, and its comical, and the characters are so flawed and likable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apart from slowly making my way back into the contemporary world of season 6s and Fringe and popular music, I Do Not take back my "It looks lame" comment about Avatar (the movie). It IS lame, but with enough good bits to make it a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/Avatar-Teaser-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that Avatar was written and developed nearly 15 years ago, with a super hugeass budget of about $235million (According to wiki) you would think that the storyline would not brink on boring, but it is in fact pedestrian, at times snooze-worthy. Lucky it's secondary 'cause James Cameron delivers and tops an average plot with special effects that makes it worth your money if you watch it in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Spoilers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2154. You are not on earth, but on a fictional planet called Pandora, with everything else -from the money-faced fiends seeking to exploit a place they do not deserve to live on, to imperfect characters (in this case, physically) caught in dilemmas but obviously choosing to oppose the dark side in the end - in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora is home to an indegenious species called the Na'vi. They are huge and blue, and have tails. But other than their abnormal height and bioluminescent skin, they are very much human. Enter Parker Selfridge &lt;em&gt;(Giovanni Ribisi)&lt;/em&gt;, head of the aforementioned money-face fiends, who wants to get the very expensive mineral, Unobtanium - a 2154 version of today's oil - from Pandora, but he obviously closes an eye to the name of this supposedly precious mineral (hint?) as well as the fact that Unobtanium (Lame!) is found deep underground, beneath the size 15 feet of the Na'vis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome researcherGrace Augustine&lt;em&gt; (Sigourney Weaver),&lt;/em&gt; chain-smoking, brilliant scientist who is interested in the culture of the Na'vis. She forms the Avatar programme, which creates human-Na'vi hybrids, which/who are controlled by a human while he 'sleeps'. Protagonist Jake Sully &lt;em&gt;(Sam Worthington),&lt;/em&gt; former marine who has lost the use of his legs, is called to replace his dead twin brother, a scientist for the Avatar programme, in controlling of one of the Avatars because of his genetic match. So off Jake goes into a tiny but undoubtedly expensive machine, without experience or knowledge of the 'culture and ways of the Na'vis'. His avatar - surprisingly!! - can walk and run and do all sorts of things Jake in his human form cannot do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward the part where he/his avatar goes into the jungle and is seperated from the team by some really dangerous creatures, and who should save his life but our leading lady, Neytiri (Zoe Saldana), a female Na'vi, your VERY mordern version of pocahontas(who dresses really skimpily) (but I cannot bear to call her hot, since she is, after all, blue and freakishly huge?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=neytiri.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/neytiri.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neytiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Neytiri decides to trust him because some pretty jelly-like &lt;s&gt;substance&lt;/s&gt; thingys are attracted to Jake, and she brings him to Hometree, her home where her dad rules over the Na'vis (I keep typing Nazis) They decide to accept him and teach him their ways after Neytiri's mom decides she likes the taste of Jake's blood. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This he does after orders by Colonel Miles &lt;em&gt;(Stephen Lang) &lt;/em&gt;to fit in and gain the trust of the Na'vis, ultimately persuading them to leave Hometree which sits over a large deposit of Unobtanium. However, Sully is caught between his newfound love for the Na'vis' culture and the bad guys who promises life to his legs if he is successful in his mission.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast-forward once again, and Sully is now initiated into the tribe of Na'vis. However, one day, Sully in avatar form wakes up and sees bigass bulldozers. He realises that the deadline is up, and finally decides to tell The People the truth, urging them to evacuate. They however, feel betrayed and ban him, and he pleads with Selfridge for another hour to save the People, but he runs out of time and passes out. Back at base he, Grace, and Norman are detained, but Trudy Chacon (Michelle Rodriguez), a pilot, breaks them out, but Grace is shot and badly injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=trudy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/trudy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodriguez as hot pilot Trudy Chacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=chacon.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/chacon.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous for her tom-boy roles in &lt;em&gt;Lost, S.W.A.T, The Fast &amp; the Furious, and Resident Evil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=462px-Rodriguez_crop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/462px-Rodriguez_crop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director Cameron chose her after watching her in &lt;em&gt;Girlfight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They return to the jungles, and Sully realises the only way to gain back the trust of the Na'vis is to tame and ride the Toruk, a very dangerous bird, and earns back the respect of the Na'vis. He pleads for them to save Grace through a supernatural voodoo kind of healing at a tree but it doesn't work. Not giving up, Sully stirs the Na'vis up and decides to fight back, at the same time reuniting all the clans of the Na'vis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After some pretty awesome fighting scenes, they - of course - win, and everyone lives happily ever after the end. Oh yes, not before Sully decides to transfer his soul into his avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a very long movie, but I maintain that the plot somehow runs out of imagination. However, the screen is definitely wide enough to blow you away. I had to stop myself from brushing away the specks of dust from the movie that seemed to be right in front of me. And yes, the effects, they make your money worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=sam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/sam.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worthington, I thought did pretty good. Unknown face with good reviews. Rumoured to take Christian Bale's place in Batman 3? Even though Bale did throw a tantrum, I don't think so. Worthington will always seem like he has knobby knees to me now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/?action=view&amp;current=avatar001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i213.photobucket.com/albums/cc195/crapper_rapper/avatar001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3502765462702577755?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3502765462702577755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3502765462702577755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3502765462702577755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3502765462702577755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-odds.html' title='Screw the odds!'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5126012289765731641</id><published>2009-12-21T03:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T04:09:30.197+11:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you've been away from Singapore for too long when...</title><content type='html'>1. You cannot remember the buses that go to the bus stop nearest to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You cannot remember what colour line the nearest MRT station to your house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You take the train to town (City Hall) but end up at Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You drive along the CBD and ask "Is that (a) new (building)?" like a gazillion times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You are amazed at the vast amount of reclaimed land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have sudden cravings for food like cheap thai take-away from thai-la-ong2 and indomee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You require the assistance of cooler people to bring you to cool places i.e Timbre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are appalled that the price of a plate of chicken rice is as high as $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  You HAVE to keep eating, and eating, and eating, and eating, and eating. And eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You cannot even read simple chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5126012289765731641?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5126012289765731641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5126012289765731641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5126012289765731641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5126012289765731641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-know-youve-been-away-from-singapore.html' title='You know you&apos;ve been away from Singapore for too long when...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6328693000143021278</id><published>2009-12-20T03:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T03:37:12.337+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"You brought home a stray"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop. 'Cause if you don't want to be with me - if this is too much for you&lt;br /&gt;right now, it's okay. But you're gonna have to break up with me. 'Cause I'm&lt;br /&gt;not going anywhere. I can handle the mess. So it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You comin'? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alex, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6328693000143021278?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6328693000143021278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6328693000143021278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6328693000143021278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6328693000143021278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-brought-home-stray.html' title='&quot;You brought home a stray&quot;'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4743083407427923443</id><published>2009-12-17T19:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:27:42.661+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of quotes (and you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is a risk to love.&lt;br /&gt;What if it doesn't work out?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but what if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Peter McWilliams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4743083407427923443?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4743083407427923443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4743083407427923443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4743083407427923443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4743083407427923443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-quotes-and-you.html' title='of quotes (and you)'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2153983615208181542</id><published>2009-12-17T17:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:04:31.756+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"this is sort﻿ of indie bluegrass"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLJf9qJHR3E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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/lLJf9qJHR3E&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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;I just love the feel of this band. They're pretty amazing, like an edgier version of coldplay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2153983615208181542?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2153983615208181542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2153983615208181542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2153983615208181542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2153983615208181542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-sort-of-indie-bluegrass.html' title='&quot;this is sort﻿ of indie bluegrass&quot;'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-999316470335343758</id><published>2009-12-15T22:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:21:58.531+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Since returning to Singapore...</title><content type='html'>1. I have stalked so many people's facebook profiles - yes, more than I ever have so all those quizzes about me in your stalker list? Try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the furthest I have travelled to is probably Island Creamery! At serene centre! Haha so nOob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I spend most of my day in my brother's room, shamelessly exploiting mioTV and being on skype! Can all of you just please finish exams already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've spent more on shopping than I have in one month back down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, Terence, I reallyyyyyy want my hdd back? tyvm ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-999316470335343758?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/999316470335343758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=999316470335343758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/999316470335343758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/999316470335343758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/since-returning-to-singapore.html' title='Since returning to Singapore...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8313449765662284855</id><published>2009-12-15T13:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:15:34.499+11:00</updated><title type='text'>belt out the high notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNoS2BU6bbQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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/hNoS2BU6bbQ&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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/4683740216300269699-8313449765662284855?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8313449765662284855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8313449765662284855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8313449765662284855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8313449765662284855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/belt-out-high-notes.html' title='belt out the high notes'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3858950486340021177</id><published>2009-12-04T17:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:36:43.990+11:00</updated><title type='text'>just the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height:0px;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" width="300" height="275" data="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="&amp;amp;bg=black&amp;amp;sid=P0-001-000188473-6&amp;amp;size=300&amp;amp;fg=FFFFFF&amp;amp;target=myspace"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/split.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="lt"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/performers/new-empire-/P0-001-000188473-6/demand/join?widget=1&amp;amp;viral=0" target="_new" title="New Empire in Singapore"&gt;&lt;img height="45" width="300" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/300x45_mid-black.gif" alt="Demand New Empire in Singapore!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eventful.com/performers/new-empire-/P0-001-000188473-6/demand" target="_new" title="New Empire in Singapore"&gt;&lt;img height="30" width="300" border="0" src="http://static.eventful.com/store/stickers/flash/assets/split/300x30_bottom-black.gif" alt="New Empire in Singapore - Learn more about this Eventful Demand" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:30px;color:#999999;"&gt;View all &lt;a href="http://eventful.com/events?geo=country_id:193" title="View events in Singapore"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Singapore events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on Eventful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1x4Ltk-jc_Y&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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/1x4Ltk-jc_Y&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Headbands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3858950486340021177?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3858950486340021177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3858950486340021177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3858950486340021177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3858950486340021177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-beginning.html' title='just the beginning'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-158743682559741174</id><published>2009-11-26T23:20:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:25:46.680+11:00</updated><title type='text'>but we've got one more night</title><content type='html'>I've been so out of touch with reality the past week, what with the breakdown of my laptop and my phone! Technology just isn't working to my advantage this whole year...but that's going to change soon, i hope!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight's tomorrow at 4.40pm And what's there to say? I don't feel like leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I don't miss my family or my friends. It's just that I've built a life right here in Sydney and leaving for three months is like lifting a dusty lid for the first time in ten years. It's &lt;i&gt;dismantling&lt;/i&gt;, and dusty, and it creaks unwillingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the other hand, I know Singapore will be tonnes of fun and I can't wait to just See my HOUSE and feel the humidity, hear the friendly singlish accents and try to adjust back to hokkien, mandarin, and broken english :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I forsee a massive download sesh back home, so thank God there's no cap for the internet, goodness Singtel you rock my sockzx!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back soon enough, got loads to blog about xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-158743682559741174?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/158743682559741174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=158743682559741174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/158743682559741174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/158743682559741174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-weve-got-one-more-night.html' title='but we&apos;ve got one more night'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8738702411619631810</id><published>2009-11-13T13:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:35:25.813+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want My ITunes Back</title><content type='html'>I'm FINALLY getting my game on, just need to get it going for the next week and then it's hello sleeping until 12pm and brunches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really sustains. He is so faithful, and sometimes when I'm so exhausted, I know I can find rest in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 8:1-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...We know that we all possess knowledge. The man who thinks he knows something does not yet know as he ought to know. But the man who loves God is known by God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I accept it. I don't know everything. It's impossible. All I do know - and therefore what I should concentrate on doing (what's that? Specialisation? FREE TRADE D: ) is loving Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclaiming His Glory. Knowing Him and Making Him known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8738702411619631810?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8738702411619631810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8738702411619631810' title='231 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8738702411619631810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8738702411619631810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-my-itunes-back.html' title='I Want My ITunes Back'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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>231</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-3782264103221639124</id><published>2009-11-11T15:25:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:31:59.543+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Trench</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwJygjOX5W0/Svo995LTE2I/AAAAAAAAACA/z-utlxmCMXY/s1600-h/BurLNDmaxjoe1_35Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402698836513854306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QwJygjOX5W0/Svo995LTE2I/AAAAAAAAACA/z-utlxmCMXY/s320/BurLNDmaxjoe1_35Web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Burberry has this fantastic picture site on the Art of the Trench, and if I wasn't supposed to be studying, I most definitely would wade through all the amazing pictures up there! The photographs were taken by The Sartorialist, and just looking at all these beautiful people wearing burberry's trench with such style and ease makes me want to scream! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://artofthetrench.com/"&gt;http://artofthetrench.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/BurLNDmaxjoe1_35Web.jpg"&gt;http://www.thesartorialist.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3782264103221639124?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3782264103221639124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3782264103221639124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3782264103221639124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3782264103221639124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-trench.html' title='The Art of Trench'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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/_QwJygjOX5W0/Svo995LTE2I/AAAAAAAAACA/z-utlxmCMXY/s72-c/BurLNDmaxjoe1_35Web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-2538831425233649658</id><published>2009-11-10T18:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:17:23.775+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For all You are to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Father true and merciful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bound to me with love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adopted in free from all sin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jesus Saviour glorified&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your offering none could give&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stand before You humbled and in awe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To You God&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all You are to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing like&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your Love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy Spirit gift of God &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teach my soul to soar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Train me in Your Holy ways oh Lord &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you forever &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teach my soul to soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2538831425233649658?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2538831425233649658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2538831425233649658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2538831425233649658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2538831425233649658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-all-you-are-to-me.html' title='For all You are to me'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1293176221655323417</id><published>2009-11-09T11:07:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:29:25.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasing God</title><content type='html'>Fear? Worry? Anxiety? Concerns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all distract you from God. They divide - Break down - your devotion to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not very hard to comprehend, but particularly easy to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Corinthians 7: 32-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I would like you to be free from concern. An unmarried man is concerned about the Lord's affairs - how he can please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the affairs of this world - how he can please his wife - and his interests are divided"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Paul is talking about marriage, but I mean, why not apply that to LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we be so consumed with worry? Why should we embrace fear? Why should we allow ourselves to be caught up in the things of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised yesterday that no matter how smart you are, or you think you are, or others think you are - it's just&lt;em&gt; smartness&lt;/em&gt;. It's a label the world gives. It's based on the standards of this world, this world that is passing away &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(1 Cor 7:31)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What truly matters is God's wisdom. And that can &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; come from God. Not by studying, nor books, nor from your tutors, parents, mentors, lecturers. &lt;strong&gt;It's supernatural.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Cor 1:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"For the foolishness of God is wiser than man's wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man's strength"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're all stressed out about exams. We want to do well, we don't think we're ready.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of worrying, why not focus ALL your attention on PLEASING GOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean we don't have to study and work hard, for we can definitely please God with our High distinctions. It's the heart and the attitude that we bring when we are studying. It's doing it for the right reason - for giving honour and praising God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to give our undivided attention to Him. And when we are concerned about pleasing God, all else - the studying, the cramming, the all-nighters - they just fade into the background. They become bearable. They cease to matter, for we are praising, Pleasing God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look forward to your results, to the holidays, to the end of this torturous period. Look forward to God saying "well done, my child, well done".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's denying yourselves, laying down your earthly crowns, and giving ALL to God. Your life, your work, your words, your actions, your thoughts - to glorify Him, the one whose wisdom far surpasses our understanding. The bearer of peace, and hope, that at the end we might collapse into His joy. He is the only one worth our undivided attention - indivisible, whole, complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-1293176221655323417?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1293176221655323417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1293176221655323417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1293176221655323417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1293176221655323417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/pleasing-god.html' title='Pleasing God'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-431150712136024720</id><published>2009-11-06T16:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:46:46.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that&lt;br /&gt;God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Calvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-431150712136024720?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/431150712136024720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=431150712136024720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/431150712136024720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/431150712136024720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-is-so-rare-that-it-is-delightful.html' title='Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2400047729329705221</id><published>2009-11-05T12:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:33:38.178+11:00</updated><title type='text'>vernacularising</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I had Anything Remotely Interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am not alone in this. I only let him do to me what men have&lt;br /&gt;ever done to women: march off to empty glory and hollow acclaim and leave us&lt;br /&gt;behind to pick up the pieces. The broken cities, the burned barns, the innocent&lt;br /&gt;injured beasts, the ruined bodies of the boys we bore and the men we lay with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The waste of it. I sit here, and I look at him, and it is as&lt;br /&gt;if a hundred women sit beside me: the revolutionary farm wife, the English&lt;br /&gt;peasant woman, the Spartan mother-'Come back with your shield or on it,' she&lt;br /&gt;cried, because that was what she was expected to cry. And then she leaned across&lt;br /&gt;the broken body of her son and the words turned to dust in her throat." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Geraldine Brooks, March&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2400047729329705221?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2400047729329705221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2400047729329705221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2400047729329705221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2400047729329705221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/11/vernacularising.html' title='vernacularising'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3482793622833659721</id><published>2009-10-31T23:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:57:30.422+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NIDL</title><content type='html'>i am missing my bed with my favourite sheets and the smell of my room. And my ikea UFO/cheap-imitation-of-a-disco-ball lights. And my own wardrobe. And the aircon. And the balcony. And the fridge. And all the different ROOMS in my house without green carpets bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strangely enough, my old pair of sneakers ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3482793622833659721?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3482793622833659721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3482793622833659721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3482793622833659721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3482793622833659721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/nidl.html' title='NIDL'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5645852422240436935</id><published>2009-10-29T14:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:08:10.554+11:00</updated><title type='text'>gonna be</title><content type='html'>Being faithful and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French oral exam tomoz, self-declared day off on saturhday, and then i'm up for some serious study seshs the coming week. Hoping to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whip it&lt;/span&gt; and praying hard that my brain is able to retain french words in sequence. Oh what's that? Sun? Bah, who needs it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5645852422240436935?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5645852422240436935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5645852422240436935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5645852422240436935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5645852422240436935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/gonna-be.html' title='gonna be'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5922933471152660198</id><published>2009-10-24T23:04:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:14:43.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape...</title><content type='html'>...is something we all &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about stages. You were conceived in your mother's womb, you grew for the next nine months, you were squeezed out at the expense of your mother's pain/blood/tears/pespiration, you learnt to crawl, talk, write, read, throw tantrums. You entered primary school, then high school, then college, then university. And then after when you finally become an 'adult' they say "welcome to the real world" where responsibilities and hard work seems to be on the top of your list, and the only question you have is not 'when do i get married', or 'how do i pay the bills this month', but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'when did i grow old (and boring) this fast, and how do i make it stop??'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying we should be bitter and dread about what's coming up in life. I'm not suggesting that we should hit up the bar and drown our sorrows and talk about our secret pain over cheap peanuts. I'm saying we need to bust out the great escape. We need to do the things we've done for the past (insert number) years for one last time and make it memorable. And then just dropping it all. Leave it all behind and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, move on already. The real world awaits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5922933471152660198?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5922933471152660198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5922933471152660198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5922933471152660198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5922933471152660198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6345155952335778545</id><published>2009-10-21T16:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:31:33.028+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Division</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;how can the weather suddenly go all sahara desert on us!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need fresh music. ktestonfridaybye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6345155952335778545?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6345155952335778545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6345155952335778545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6345155952335778545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6345155952335778545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-division.html' title='Joy Division'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2259485010875232086</id><published>2009-10-18T11:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:48:27.377+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter</title><content type='html'>The last three days flew by so quickly. It's already Sunday which means another week of school yet to come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Encounter '09. On the first day I walked in expecting something amazing to happen, and of course, God never disappoints. The messages were all fantastic, especially guest speaker Jeremy Pearsons. He didn't just preach, he &lt;strong&gt;taught&lt;/strong&gt; the word of God. He shared his revelations, not merely tell us how to live our lives. A very sincere guy with a texan accent. How can you not like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing that touched me the most was how ready everyone was to meet with God. All these people desperate for just one glimpse of heaven, praising and worshipping God with everything they got. It just blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though encounter is over, I'm sure things will not go back to the way they were before. Because our lives haven't just changed temporarily, it has changed entirely. For me especially, I've received so much from God and I'm gonna cling on to Him like Jacob did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2259485010875232086?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2259485010875232086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2259485010875232086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2259485010875232086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2259485010875232086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/encounter.html' title='Encounter'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4876987900073205180</id><published>2009-10-14T14:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:10:13.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you get my message?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And come back together again with a whole new meaning &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4876987900073205180?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4876987900073205180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4876987900073205180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4876987900073205180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4876987900073205180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/did-you-get-my-message.html' title='Did you get my message?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-9163863246677008969</id><published>2009-10-12T00:28:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:57:45.695+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Conquerors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am in the midst of a really busy period of my life. We all are, I'm sure. And it is during this season that we should stand firm and declare the promises of God into our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Romans 8 (by Paul, a servant of God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 28)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If we are aligned with God's will, we will be blessed abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 29)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We are chosen by God and given the power and authority of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 30)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If we answer and respond, if we believe, if we obey and serve, if we honour, God's blessings will pour forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 31)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;His name is the name above all names. He is all-powerful, almighty and awesome. The Biggest and the Best. His superiority over all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 32)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all - how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;He is generous. &lt;em&gt;Our cup overflows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 33-34)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died - more than that, who was raised to life - is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The grave is empty, our Lord has risen and satan, defeated. Our battles are already won.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 35-37)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Who shall seperate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger of sword? As it is written: "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slaughtered." &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We are unworthy. &lt;em&gt;But while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;/em&gt; He loved us even before we were created, and His love knows no boundaries. His death in return for our life. And Jesus who conquered death has made us more than just conquerors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(vs 38)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate use from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-9163863246677008969?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9163863246677008969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=9163863246677008969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/9163863246677008969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/9163863246677008969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-than-conquerors.html' title='More than Conquerors'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-435338382199715743</id><published>2009-10-08T21:11:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:52:19.792+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An-counter: God and You.</title><content type='html'>There is an 'Encounter' waiting for every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have already experienced it, some wait patiently for it, others don't even know it's coming their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have had that encounter treasure it. They are unable to put the experience into words - that moment where all else fades away and its just God and them. In a place where there is a tangible, invisible connection. A life-changing, tear-inducing, goosebumps-generating, i-want-to-fall-flat-on-my-face-in-His-glory connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounterfest '08 changed my life. That's not at all surprising - It's hard for your life to stay stagnant after a fresh meeting with The Creator. It's like meeting (insert someone you really respect and want to meet) and multiply that by infinity. Except this person isn't a snob, but really &lt;strong&gt;wants&lt;/strong&gt; to meet you too.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us back to the tear-inducing part, for He is Everything, and you...well, you are everything to Him too. An Encounter transforms your life from the inside out. Your soul bursts into a new song, a song you just want to belt out to every single person you meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounter '09, I'm sure, is going to be nothing short of amazing. I don't know what's going to happen exactly, but I do know God is definitely going to be there. So, get pumped up because this is a fantastic opportunity for young people to discover, learn, gather and encounter God all at the same time, in the same place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great for those who know what it's like and clamour for more. But it's even more awesome for those who have been waiting for this one moment, and imagine what a pleasant surprise it will be for those who need it but don't know they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Bring your friends, neighbours, and offer to pay for your Economics lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-435338382199715743?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/435338382199715743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=435338382199715743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/435338382199715743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/435338382199715743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/counter-god-and-you.html' title='An-counter: God and You.'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-50393222763306515</id><published>2009-10-07T14:12:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:33:10.644+11:00</updated><title type='text'>when I close my eyes</title><content type='html'>During my ECOP lecture yesterday, my lecturer mentioned that the word 'Crisis' comes from the Greek word 'Krisis', which means a Turning Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means that at the point of the 'crisis', things are changing. It is a crucial, &lt;strong&gt;Decisive &lt;/strong&gt;point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he said it, I immediately thought about all things Christian - lives, this world, relationships. And HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens during the crisis is important. I'm not talking about the circumstances you are in, but the choices you make &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;during&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; those circumstances, the path you choose. As all things else, there is a cause, and there is an effect.&lt;br /&gt;How you act during the crisis impacts your life beyond your immediacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So choose well. Look not at your situation, but keep your focus on God. Because in Him, we have hope. And He will bring us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is during a crisis when you are given countless opportunities to &lt;em&gt;perform &lt;/em&gt;and act in ways that will change your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the storm is calmed, your life will be transformed. It will never be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-50393222763306515?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/50393222763306515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=50393222763306515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/50393222763306515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/50393222763306515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='when I close my eyes'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-9131029242596664853</id><published>2009-09-29T23:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:15:48.491+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A rush of blood to the head</title><content type='html'>It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.&lt;br /&gt;-- Albus Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want to do is just curl up on the sofa (if i had one) and read any book of the Harry Potter series (except maybe the prisoner of azkaban). Anyway I checked my exam timetable and realised that my papers fall on three consecutive days of the second week of exams! Hectic, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about datelines and the need to do well academically that gives people some sort of high? Students all around the world - face it - love the feeling of wanting to fling themselves off a building while rushing last minute work. No wait, i got that wrong. We love the feeling of submitting a paper that was finished five hours before, AND the fact that we can get a credit for it..! Well, Now that i've got that figured out, it's back to me switched on hardworking mode. French bright and early, oui, sans aucun doute - Bleah. But can't wait for dinner, and dessert. Did someone say mickeys?! (insert sound of stomach rumbling and saliva dripping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plus! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-9131029242596664853?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9131029242596664853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=9131029242596664853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/9131029242596664853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/9131029242596664853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/rush-of-blood-to-head.html' title='A rush of blood to the head'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5257304410797870576</id><published>2009-09-26T18:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:10:31.828+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the line</title><content type='html'>Slept in so late for the first time this semester :) If only womens had room service, breakfast in bed sounds like a good idea for the first day of the mid-sem break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Lishan, Soo and I headed to Glebe in the afternoon and I bought so much stuff for a spanking 35$. Very proud of myself haha, and we decided to have dinner in college instead because we're far too tired and almost broke (for me anyway) to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tonight I will stay in and eat junk food and watch gazillion episodes of HIMYM and maybe even a movie or two. Apex you are seriously a lifesaver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, hope you guys are having fun like i am! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5257304410797870576?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5257304410797870576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5257304410797870576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5257304410797870576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5257304410797870576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/walking-line.html' title='Walking the line'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-534833445107660574</id><published>2009-09-24T11:31:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:38:43.898+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know that I'm noticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know,&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? "I Want to Hold Your Hand." The&lt;br /&gt;first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants,&lt;br /&gt;Nicky. They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;married to you for a hundred years. &lt;strong&gt;They just want to hold your hand.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-534833445107660574?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/534833445107660574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=534833445107660574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/534833445107660574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/534833445107660574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-dont-know-that-im-noticing.html' title='You don&apos;t know that I&apos;m noticing'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8184913505232909940</id><published>2009-09-22T19:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:27:26.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>these lyrics, they weren't made for us</title><content type='html'>I went a bit crazy because it hit me so hard in my face i couldn't possibly ignore it but it's about 70 days till i'm going Home! It's like O'lvls countdown - i can clearly see the huge number cards (that people sometimes forgot to change each day so we got a bit confused) that they place at the old building at the parade square, just behind the podium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Exo Day was Fantabulous! And I'm off to watch 500 days of summer now, aren't YOU (you know who you are) jealous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8184913505232909940?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8184913505232909940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8184913505232909940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8184913505232909940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8184913505232909940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/these-lyrics-they-werent-made-for-us.html' title='these lyrics, they weren&apos;t made for us'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8434324659487945956</id><published>2009-09-18T21:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:11:48.057+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hopeless, but i am free</title><content type='html'>You know how somedays you've just been stuck in your room for way too long and then you start feeling like an albino who has never seen the sun for half a decade and you start being all claustraphobic and the walls seem to be closing in on you but because you've been glued to your chair for eternity you can't even move - yes, not even to go to the toilet? And then the world seems grey and dreary and your emotions suddenly run on an all-time history-making high, and no one you really want to talk to is talking to you and every single thing becomes ever so annoying and itunes simply doesn't play the songs you want to hear.&lt;strong&gt; PLUS You Have No Food?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean SERIOUSLY what is 2000 words and the geopolitics of oil anyway when you are 18 and young and hopeless and fragile but (Supposedly) Freeeee! That's right maria mena you tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightttttttt, much better lol , goodnight (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8434324659487945956?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8434324659487945956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8434324659487945956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8434324659487945956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8434324659487945956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-hopeless-but-i-am-free.html' title='I am hopeless, but i am free'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7866744176388581336</id><published>2009-09-17T13:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T13:54:04.188+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Etudiante</title><content type='html'>Thank God His love isn't based on the amount of times I go to church each week, or the amount of times I flip open the Bible, the amount of times I am generous to the needy and helpful to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for His love so great that my failures can never overcome the death of His Son. Jesus has died and rose again, and because we believe, we are also alive and Free in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been busy these past few days, am determined to not just settle for a pass for my assignment due on Monday. It's 40% and I keep getting stuck, so thank God I managed to get a substantial amount done last night even though i had to miss powerhouse - Reggie Dabbs was amazing so i heard ! - , seeing that my weekend will most definitely be busy what with Big Exo Day and then church on sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, french test tmr and i am flipping out. I really need to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay time for lecture, it's a hot sunny day, how blessed are we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7866744176388581336?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7866744176388581336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7866744176388581336' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7866744176388581336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7866744176388581336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/etudiante.html' title='Etudiante'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-257016488352690535</id><published>2009-09-14T21:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:17:12.638+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Meaning of IT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I've tried to say it a thousand different ways. I've tried twisting the words inside out and doubling them back over onto themselves. I've tried coming up with words in different languages, because maybe they have words for this thing (I couldn't say what it is) that we're missing in this one. I've tried saying the same words over and over again in hopes that this time they'll mean what I want them to mean. I've tried writing it down and spelling it out and stressing each syllable across intercontinental static. I've filled up pages and pages of paper with what I'm trying to say, but never with what I mean to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Loren Barnes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-257016488352690535?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/257016488352690535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=257016488352690535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/257016488352690535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/257016488352690535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaning-of-it.html' title='&quot;The Meaning of IT&quot;'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3195465273193544651</id><published>2009-09-13T11:04:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:45:16.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'>As if you actually were inside a saltwater room</title><content type='html'>We are not justified by works, but by faith. And through faith - through the simple act of believing, of allowing ourselves to believe in Someone we cannot see, but can feel, allowing ourselves to be receptive to God and allowing ourselves to submit to someone whose thoughts and ways are far greater than us - That is righteouness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 4:4 tells us that when we work, our wages are obligatory, but to those who do not work, but trust God, their faith is credited as righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS that simple. It means that believing is everything. And the problem is truly believing is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righteousness comes From faith.&lt;br /&gt;The promise of Grace comes By faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romans 5:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of praising God for only the good things, we should also rejoice in our suffering.&lt;br /&gt;But the Bible doesn't just say we should because we should. Instead, Paul tells us of three things in the book of Romans. He declares it through a peculiar, different type of faith, something I'm sure some of us can relate to, but to others in this world, it is possibly the most ridiculous thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our suffering, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character, and character, hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Romans 5:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Suffering produces perseverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering - going through hardships and obstacles and pain - these we face almost everyday. But this isn't just to harm us, but is to create endurance and perseverance. I was reading The Screwtape Letters the other day, and there was this bit that said that even though God loves us so much, He allows us freedom - something the devil shuns - instead, the devil wants perfect control of our lives. But if we are in God, we will most certainly stumble, and fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I doubt Paul is implying that Suffering is good, or even okay and fine. Or that it should be welcomed in some masochistic sense. As was pointed out in the last CG, we should not boast about our sufferings. That was not what we are made for - we were not made to suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I guess what he means is that, if we have met and encountered God, and our lives have been transformed, and we have received the gift of life and love - well, then suffering and death and mishappenings will not be able to obliterate it. Yes, that gift of salvation and grace given to you because you were chosen by God - it trumps all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Perseverance produces Character.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we are to get through our sufferings, perseverance is definitely key. It is a communal quality that can be found in each of us, and it produces a character much sought for by the world (but more often than not, is lost despite its obviousness) - one that enables us to "resist hopefully and love faithfully".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This word "character" is a word used to express refined metal that has had its impurities removed. In the same way, through patience a person has impurities removed from his or her daily living and life and is purified. In this way a person is prepared for that time of taking part in the glory of God." (Rev. Takao Kiyohiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Character produces Hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part, I reckon. We are justified by our faith - neccessary in all equations in this sense. Through this justification of faith, we are at peace with God. The gap of sin seperating us since the time we were formed, since the fall of men through the disobedience of the first man - it is bridged, and we are reunited with our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romans 5:5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is precisely what the Gospel, what our beliefs and faith is all about. There is suffering, there is unpleasantness. They are part of the fabric that constitutes the freedom and the terror of life. Without one we could not have the other. But they are to be embraced in love, however difficult that is, not shunned. This is not romanticism. It is &lt;strong&gt;hope.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And hope &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; disappoints.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, the Holy Spirit was given to us. Not only have we been redeemed by grace - the best gift ever, we are also given the Holy Spirit to come and dwell in us. So that even though our human nature and physical body might fail us, the Holy Spirit continually strengthens and renews us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such generous acts of giving - life through death, and to be at peace with God - isn't it sufficient for us to have that bit of hope? And hope. Hope isn't just wishful thinking. It's knowing for sure that one day, when oour body wastes away in this temporal world, there will be our spirits rejoicing and finally reunited with God in paradise. For eternity. Hope is knowing that Jesus bore the weight of the world, that he chose to sacrifice his life, and this one act of love has saved all of us from perishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hope is not easily obtained. But it is the only hope worth having. It is not simply optimism - we do not merely expel the pain for the moment, or avoid the situation, and prelong the suffering. With this hope, the agony that cannot be excised without an annihilation that also annihilates us is transformed into peace and joy. And That is what salvation in Christ means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"His death resulted from his willingness to embrace the hated other (the&lt;br /&gt;Samaritan, the outcast) and from living a life among enemies he refused to kill&lt;br /&gt;but instead loved. It is for that reason that his wounds give hope. Not&lt;br /&gt;because suffering is good, but because when viewed in the light of Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;it points towards a risen life that is not captive to the forces of death, but&lt;br /&gt;rather seeks transformation. It is the art of hoping against hope"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;God Bless x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3195465273193544651?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3195465273193544651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3195465273193544651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3195465273193544651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3195465273193544651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-if-you-actually-were-inside.html' title='As if you actually were inside a saltwater room'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1335096863012378576</id><published>2009-09-08T16:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:50:43.465+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Two are better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After a brief conversation about How I Met Your Mother last night, I was just wondering what is it about these&lt;em&gt; kinda&lt;/em&gt; shows that i like (you know, the sorts with the same jokes - though the novelty is never lost on me thank you very much - and the same storylines)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then I realise why I love such shows is because of its portrayal of friendship. Yes - not love in the form of BGRs, but another kind of love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"The love I am referring to is the love you have for a best friend. It’s&lt;br /&gt;unique and so important to have. It’s more than just affection for someone; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it’s a deep underlying connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The&lt;br /&gt;comfort of knowing you can tell them everything, and not have worry about being&lt;br /&gt;judged. The first person you tell when something exciting happens, or when&lt;br /&gt;something scary happens. The person you turn to when you need to vent. The&lt;br /&gt;person you can laugh at because they will just laugh back at you. The person you&lt;br /&gt;need to tell things to so your brain doesn’t explode. The person who can make&lt;br /&gt;you feel better when you’re having a tough day, the one you turn to for advice.&lt;br /&gt;. The person you can have full conversations with by merely exchanging&lt;br /&gt;glances."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Le Love Image&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is important. It's really what keeps us going. How many times have you sat in front of your best friend and poured your heart out without inhibitions. How many times have you sat with your best mate checking out the chick at the next table? The little things, the big things - they are so precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I openly proclaim my love for my friends (not all the time). Sure, that might be creepy but Love is creepy. And I reckon underlying that whole 'thug love' thingy, is really something romantic. Not in a I-want-to-kiss-you way, but similar, like I-want-to-hang-out-with-you-talk-on-the-phone-for-hours-read-our-old letters-to-each-other sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Love it. I love the idea of love, I love to love. Love is something all of us can be generous about - what do we have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Samuel 18: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After David had finished talking with Saul, Jonathan became one in spirit with David, and he loved him as himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's being one in spirit with someone. The NKJV version puts it even more nicely: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Friendship. Intertwined, one cannot do without another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, choose your friends wisely. You don't need to have many companions, the Bible says it will cause you to stumble. Instead, cherrypick and carefully select friends that will stick with you through thick and thin, friends that will correct and encourage, not lead you to adversity and discourage. People don't understand how much influence a friend can have over you. The thing is, there is peer pressure, and very seldom can one not give in to it. So choose the right 'pressure' for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Better is open rebuke&lt;br /&gt;Than love that is concealed.&lt;br /&gt;Faithful are the wounds of a friend,&lt;br /&gt;But deceitful are the kisses of an enemy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverbs 27:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Jesus saw his disciples as friends too, and defined the true meaning of friendship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"This is My commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(John 15:12-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you guys - you know who you are in particular x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-1335096863012378576?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1335096863012378576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1335096863012378576' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1335096863012378576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1335096863012378576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-are-better-than-one.html' title='Two are better than one'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-699339002623918277</id><published>2009-09-06T23:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:34:20.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'>leloveimage.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i remember my heart beating 50 miles an hour and wondering how i could sit there in his arms and feel so comfortable, like my heart wasnt completely broken inside of me and my life hadnt fallen around me months before"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-699339002623918277?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/699339002623918277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=699339002623918277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/699339002623918277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/699339002623918277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/leloveimageblogspotcom.html' title='leloveimage.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7589371966484432169</id><published>2009-09-06T13:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:41:56.565+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens to a dream deferred?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And their shape and their hair and their eyes and their smell and their voice.&lt;br /&gt;That suddenly, these things can exist and you're not quite sure how they existed&lt;br /&gt;without you knowing about them before."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday I wake up, look at the sky, feel the sun kiss my skin, the wind zip through my hair, have water trickle through my fingers, hear the cawing of crows and the roaring of engines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyday I wake up, and being alive - that is a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Breath, and laughter, and thoughts, and words, and mobility...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It amazes me how intricately we are made. Our bones and blood, the tiny hairs on our arms, the heart, pounding steadily to the rhythm of life. The brain with its capacity to hold countless of information&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I’m just an idea that happened upon love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So lovingly created by The Creator. The complex body stripped down to its very precious details - all summed up in words, and there men stood, at the beginning of times, made up of the very dust we walk upon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhCn0jf46U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You don't need to be 'perfected', you already are perfect. You are made in the image of God, you are nothing short of perfection x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7589371966484432169?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7589371966484432169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7589371966484432169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7589371966484432169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7589371966484432169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-happens-to-dream-deferred.html' title='What happens to a dream deferred?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4561952837678179881</id><published>2009-09-02T00:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:29:20.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Met The Aliens...And They Are Us</title><content type='html'>Only two options when you come home at 12 in the AM - go to sleep, or use the computer and rave about the last movie you've watched :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District 9, my friends, is Fantastic. You Have to watch it - probably one of the best science-fiction* films &lt;em&gt;I've&lt;/em&gt; caught. I (and Soo) were very impressed it will probably be the most talked about thing between us for the next seven days or so lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, humans were regarded as the 'bad guys' - though not entirely. Can I say I hated the kernel dude with a vengeance and was so happy he got torn apart alive by the aliens? I know, morbid as it might sound, you just gotta watch it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from the constant blowing up of stuff, and referrences to movies like Ironman and Independence Day, I felt that the movie had an acute portrayal of human behaviour. Plus, Sharlto Copley, who plays the lead character - Wikus van der Merwe (?!) was absolutely awesome. Like, he's just so awkward and selfish you can't help but like him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annnndd I found it funny how Copley had the weirdest name ever, but the aliens had boring normal names like Christopher ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all up - comical. Yessssss, sexual relations with a prawn aka Alien ? Why not? And of course if that was to appear in the news, the face of the alien had to be censored, because they need their privacy don't they? Human rights and what not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;1.One actor (Jason Cope) plays all the talking aliens in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Most, if not all, of the alien interaction and dialogue with Wikus during the eviction scene was improvised by Jason Cope (as alien) or Sharlto Copely (Wikus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The District 9 alien homes were actually shot in a recently evacuated area of impoverished housing. The homes you see the aliens getting evicted from were homes that humans had recently been kicked out of, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: 1. How do the aliens and human beings understand each other? That part I couldn't wrap my head around. 2. Why does it take three years for aliens to get home, isn't their technology superb? (The technology was soooo cool for once I yearned to be ugly and be able to speak geEk language of sorts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;What a movie. Just the right amount of necessary elements for a film. Perfect ending, Peter Jackson, please don't make a sequel thankyouverymuchbye x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4561952837678179881?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4561952837678179881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4561952837678179881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4561952837678179881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4561952837678179881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-met-aliensand-they-are-us.html' title='We Have Met The Aliens...And They Are Us'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2673770711030209683</id><published>2009-09-01T14:12:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:26:57.615+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks are....what other than deceiving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JbsVONKZY4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JbsVONKZY4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!!!&lt;br /&gt;This person is representing Singapore in the infamous, much talked-about Miss World 2009! It's hard enough for the reputation of a great nation without the broken english, but...this?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Completely Embarrassing.&lt;/strong&gt; The next time I intoduce myself and say that I'm from Singapore, people will look up and notice, and instead of the usual "Oh its a fine city! Very clean!" or "Don't they ban chewing gum there?", they'll go "Can't you guys speak English? Isn't it supposed to be your first language? Are you a bimbo? &lt;strong&gt;Can't you say leopard prints and hospitality without sounding like you are lapsing into a seizure any minute now?!!?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=Ris_Low_05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/Ris_Low_05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore a bijini down orjerd road? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Singapore, you need to look beyond the neighbourhood ahlians and ahbengs. Your education system, i'm sure, is top rated. English is the language of administration in this country! Even if you can't help looking like an ahlian (it could be genetic, i mean, who knows?), or having a strong singlish accent, it doesn't mean your pronounciation cannot be at least close to correct. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez-a-Boom! I need to watch that video again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE, WE DON'T ALL SPEAK LIKE THAT, NOT EVEN THE POLYTECHNIC STUDENTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2673770711030209683?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2673770711030209683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2673770711030209683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2673770711030209683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2673770711030209683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/looks-arewhat-other-than-deceiving.html' title='Looks are....what other than deceiving?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8280298361260721933</id><published>2009-08-31T19:59:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:12:33.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Risque</title><content type='html'>So I hope finishing three assignments and one test in the course of two weeks mean that I am able to slack off abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos that's all I have been doing today. Readings? Pftttt, so yesterday. Party? Books? Shopping? Chocolate? THICK SHAKES TO BOOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finger twist and split, good bye x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8280298361260721933?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8280298361260721933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8280298361260721933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8280298361260721933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8280298361260721933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/risque.html' title='Risque'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4021694944513549208</id><published>2009-08-28T14:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:13:40.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;That August is taking far too long to end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4021694944513549208?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4021694944513549208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4021694944513549208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4021694944513549208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4021694944513549208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3856894074279370562</id><published>2009-08-28T11:42:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T16:10:12.571+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Grapevines</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*/so half of this was written a day earlier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There is no one true &lt;em&gt;reality&lt;/em&gt;, only different versions of the real..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the truth? What is real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a student, that statement makes so much sense to me. Everything that we believe is real, is real only to us. Such confidence is influenced by ideology. Meaning is not inherrent, not natural. Indeed, meaning is learnt. And I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, what you believe might be true, might not be true to someone else. Taking a fine example that dates back to my secondary school days is this : Highly philosophical in those days (lol JOKE) we were questioning if the blue that I see, is the exact same shade of blue that you see, that he sees and so on. And the thing is - we'll never really know, will we? And how we can tell that colour is blue is because of the way we were taught, i suppose our brains learn and remember that that shade of colour is called blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not a med student, and I don't know if what I just said is total bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttttt, I do believe so. Take a very abstract example, like freedom, and love. We only understand those words as such because we are taught, in schools, at home. And the meaning we all extract from these 'texts' (im being too media-ated arent i) differ according to the values that are instilled in us while growing up, the environment we grew up in etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even talking about this makes me smart lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then when I woke up today, every single thing that I thought and agreed on....it split open into fragments and was left wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE there is ONE TRUE REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the Bible - God, Jesus, Eternal Life, Love, Hope, Joy, Faith, Promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing about that is real. And as believers - our perceptions, our versions are all in tuned to each other. Sure, there are different intepretations, but essentially, we believe in the same - &lt;strong&gt;the truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know the Bible is true? That there exists a God who created the heavens and the Earth? That there is a Jesus who came as the son of God to walk on earth in humanly form, to die on the cross for our sins? That if we believe we shall have everlasting life? That it is because of Love such is available? That we can have hope and joy in things unshakable? Such faith, such promises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we know that what is real for us isn't just a big fat lie/conspiracy theory/new world order (sorry i just like that word) to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then during connect last night, Soo told us about about this korean saying:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a guy who sells pills, and he knows every thing about those pills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then there's the guy who was cured from taking the pills.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is the best person to go to if you wanted to know about the pills?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person who got cured, of course.&lt;/em&gt; It seems very simple, but isn't it true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;People are cynical. They reject what they cannot see, and if they reject it in the first place, they won't be able to &lt;em&gt;feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know the A-Zs about every single thing in the Bible, we can't answer all questions, we don't have all the cold hard facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we know what we believe in is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because we are the people who have taken the pills and have been cured.&lt;/strong&gt; We have believed because we have experienced. We have felt and thus we can see.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a 'logical fallicy'. Nothing makes sense. Not really, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can we doubt our own personal feelings? And experiences? They are not dead but alive, and tangible. They breathe, indeed it breathes life, and it moves and acts, and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know it is true, because we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do Know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We Do know - the truth and the real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let your faith be shaken, believe in what you believe in, in the things worth believing in, and trust with all your heart, might and strength. It is real. Jesus did die and rise again three days later. He did this for us -for you and me. I have no doubts xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3856894074279370562?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3856894074279370562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3856894074279370562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3856894074279370562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3856894074279370562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/grapevines.html' title='Grapevines'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8563574568762895606</id><published>2009-08-25T17:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:57:11.845+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick at Space Camp</title><content type='html'>I am homesick, and I have no idea why? It's barely half the semester, usually the homesickness sets in during the last lap of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not even about the food. I just simply miss home. And the family. I find myself lapsing into 5 minutes of 'let's-think-about-what-i-miss-the-most' the last few days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think only of what we lost, and I struggle to figure what is it that's missing. And the silence can only multiply by itself, growing and deepening, the both of us lost in translation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8563574568762895606?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8563574568762895606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8563574568762895606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8563574568762895606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8563574568762895606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/homesick-at-space-camp.html' title='Homesick at Space Camp'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-563506584279848208</id><published>2009-08-24T12:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:33:43.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how He loves us</title><content type='html'>You ever had that moment? You know, the one where you feel so overwhelmed by the love of God you just want to sing, shout, run, cry and praise Him - all at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment where everything that's happening around you stops and fails, and the only thing that matters is God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had that? x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-563506584279848208?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/563506584279848208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=563506584279848208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/563506584279848208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/563506584279848208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-how-he-loves-us.html' title='Oh how He loves us'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4026509700618659518</id><published>2009-08-22T17:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:26:18.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes some work to make it work</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"But the sky is in constant flux as fatty clouds billow by and the upper&lt;br /&gt;atmospheric colors spin through every shade of awesome, from almond to&lt;br /&gt;razzmatazz. As an earthling, living here on the surface at the edge of space,&lt;br /&gt;how can you not be impressed with what’s going on around us? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4026509700618659518?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4026509700618659518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4026509700618659518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4026509700618659518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4026509700618659518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-takes-some-work-to-make-it-work.html' title='It takes some work to make it work'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5514148053003959275</id><published>2009-08-21T14:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:08:31.871+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment might be a thousand different things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"He shrugged off his shirt, but even so, when he&lt;br /&gt;slid his arms around her again, he was thinking, &lt;em&gt;I love you. I love you so&lt;br /&gt;much, and I lied to you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the&lt;br /&gt;distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and&lt;br /&gt;deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Kim&lt;br /&gt;Edwards, The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5514148053003959275?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5514148053003959275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5514148053003959275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5514148053003959275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5514148053003959275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-might-be-thousand-different.html' title='A moment might be a thousand different things'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5800463711609516955</id><published>2009-08-18T20:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:51:23.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>si,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Slow is smooth, and smooth is fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to be done. I foresee a busy rest-of-the-week, with assignments to complete and a test on monday. I wish I could just fastforward to my last semester.... or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's already end August. Where did the past 7 months go, they just flew right over my head and out the window ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, there's nothing on my mind right now actually, except maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=n217127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/n217127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=500-days-of-summer-01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/500-days-of-summer-01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day Study hard Buy me some butterscotch and pecan ? x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5800463711609516955?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5800463711609516955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5800463711609516955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5800463711609516955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5800463711609516955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/si.html' title='si,'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1153973917450271039</id><published>2009-08-15T21:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:05:42.644+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Blind</title><content type='html'>And I Absolutely Agree!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was moisturising myself (lol i forsee comments - i know)(I DO know) itunes was playing and then this line &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"that my love for you was blind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; broke my concentration on applying the moisturiser evenly (the weather is extremely dry, do not judge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AsI listened to the lyrics of this familiar famous song, I tried to figure out why Jason Wade was singing such lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment of pampering myself, I realised how true that is. Because love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times we take that line and apply it to people around us - subtly, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, your best friend fell in love with the ugliest guy/girl you have met as of yet. Over coffee you persuade him/her to break up. He/She refuses, saying He/She loves his/her boy/girlfriend. While sipping your mocha you say "oh well. Love is blind" and shrug dismissively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your brother/sister is marrying the clumsiest/rudest/messiest/(insert choice vocabulary) guy/girl you have met as of yet. Over dinner you attempt to persuade him/her to rethink his/her decision. He/She refuses. He/She claims that they are very much in love and nothing is going to stop them from getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You get my point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the reality is not everyone's perfect. Yet we fall in love with people and their imperfections anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see? Love Is blind! That by itself, says a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says a lot about the person in love with the other imperfect person. It says a lot about humanity. It says a lot about one's ability to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment on my bed, I was kinda blown away. Because being loved is amazingly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But loving! That's hard and difficult and complicating. Yet, arguably one of the best things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you imagine Love so great that death, in exchange for your salvation, is undertaken (?) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine Love so intense that despite having the ability to show you the truth, freedom to choose is given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"after all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;would you ever wanna leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maybe you could not believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;couldn't make you see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;that I loved you more than you will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a part of me died when I let you go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Blind, by Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God so loved the world that He gave up His one and only Son.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple as that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That whoever believes in Him will never perish, but have eternal life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Love so great and powerful. The gift that keeps giving :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are sinners. We are imperfect. Look around you - we are still able to love each other freely and unconditionally. Agape love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We are but the residue of Our Father's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind - those three words focuses not on the imperfections, but on the perfections. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The perfections of the one loving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is possibly the best kind of love to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"that I loved you more than you will ever know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sayonara x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-1153973917450271039?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1153973917450271039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1153973917450271039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1153973917450271039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1153973917450271039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-is-blind.html' title='Love is Blind'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3798868876119164931</id><published>2009-08-15T17:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:20:59.213+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of Your story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I couldn't get to sleep last night, and my mind was just wandering and wondering, the different parts of my brain acting up at different points of time, skipping and dwelling - that's the way it works, so deal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah i was thinking about Evangelism, which is a huge focus for the church, especially now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So during connect last night, we were talking about it, and it was said that evangelism isn't just sharing the gospel. In fact, Our work is only done if we ask that person we are administering to The Question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of decision. Of choice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the rest of your life on earth and the eternally long time after.&lt;/p&gt;And it's so much easier living for and in what you believe in, and telling people about it. But how many times have we actually stopped to ask that person if they will believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had conversations over the years, sharing the gospel, even inviting friends to church. But is that enough? Convincing, yes, but do you ask if they will accept Jesus as their saviour and Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Commission in Matthew 28:16-20 tells us to make disciples. Yes, asking them to make a decision. Believe, Follow, and Obey. Taking up the cross daily, denying yourself. And for us, it's All About Decisions. It's either a Yes, or a No. I doubt there's a maybe shoved in the middle. No sitting on the fence for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we also talked about practical ways of evangelising. And it all boils down to stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; story. The story of &lt;em&gt;Your life&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the blind man who got healed by Jesus in John 9 - He didn't have all the answers. But he did have his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I reckon that's very important. Because people Love stories. Especially real life-changing ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better life-changing story than your encounter with God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what people can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have a long debate over say, the truth about &lt;em&gt;the Da Vinci Code&lt;/em&gt; by Dan Brown (who has a new book coming out!)(i'm a fan of his writing) and the discussion can go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, instead of coming up with a list of arguments to refute your opponent, why not stop and say: "I can't answer all of your questions. But I have encountered Jesus. And that's how I know He's real and alive. Because my life has been changed, and it has and will never be the same again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what can they say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must be joking"&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to ignore and deny that our lives has changed. It is hard to argue against someone's experience. And experiences is what we have in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of John ends saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the disciple who testifies to these things and who wrote them down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;testify.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3798868876119164931?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3798868876119164931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3798868876119164931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3798868876119164931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3798868876119164931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-your-story.html' title='The power of Your story'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-502007731996049384</id><published>2009-08-12T23:55:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:36:30.762+10:00</updated><title type='text'>High Art</title><content type='html'>The talk and thoughts of men - they leave such deep scars. The scars, they 'shine like stars'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sun, in all it's glory. The biggest star of them all. The sun brings hope. The sun shine hits us and we fall faster and faster and faster. All these happening in the passing, the life we once had will very soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there will be eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars we once prided, they leave but a trace. A fleeting moment of a ripe old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is what matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-502007731996049384?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/502007731996049384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=502007731996049384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/502007731996049384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/502007731996049384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/high-art.html' title='High Art'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3432167626774082957</id><published>2009-08-08T12:13:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:16:31.617+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep breaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"and when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,&lt;br /&gt;you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so&lt;br /&gt;meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;sylvia plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3432167626774082957?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3432167626774082957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3432167626774082957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3432167626774082957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3432167626774082957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-breaths.html' title='Deep breaths'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-44565776986219383</id><published>2009-08-05T16:25:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:31:47.179+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Like an open book</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Because, as Saussure pointed out, reality, the world, and material conditions&lt;br /&gt;are not given, but rather are produced as meaningful through signs. What this&lt;br /&gt;means is that there is an important relationship betwen the dominant value or&lt;br /&gt;meaning of the signifier 'woman' and the way women are treated in a cultre. If&lt;br /&gt;'woman' is associated with emotionality, lack of reason, unprofessionalism and&lt;br /&gt;domesticity, then it is very difficult to change the material conditions in&lt;br /&gt;which women find themselves, difficult to help women gain access to different&lt;br /&gt;areas of a culture (government, professions, the public sphere) which supposedly&lt;br /&gt;require qualities such as reason and professionalism, and difficult to get a&lt;br /&gt;culture to revalue those tasks traditionally performed by women (domestic&lt;br /&gt;duties, for instance). This is because, as the (circular and patriarchal logic&lt;br /&gt;would have it, those tasks are performed by women, women are emotional and lack&lt;br /&gt;reason, therefore those tasks are not valuable."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schirato, Tony and Yell, Susan (1996), 'Signs and meaning', in their &lt;em&gt;Communication and Cultural Literacy: An Introduction, Sydney&lt;/em&gt;, Allen &amp;amp; Unwin, pp.22-42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell are we going to do about that, Seriously, Susan Yell (?) ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-44565776986219383?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/44565776986219383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=44565776986219383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/44565776986219383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/44565776986219383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-open-book.html' title='Like an open book'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5945082272130278768</id><published>2009-08-05T10:41:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:45:46.719+10:00</updated><title type='text'>These dreams they told me...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my phone is kaput. It's currently undergoing some tough times, and therefore I am uncontactable. And very very handicapped for that matter, since I use my phone for various reasons like, as an alarm, and to text and call, and to check the time etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, because school starts in 15 minutes (i know why am i still home?) but ends in 3 hours (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the sun still shines, and the skies are still blue. And the law of gravity is still fundamental to science. Nothing's changed. Universe's still expanding yadayada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. God's still good. And despite &lt;em&gt;all of this&lt;/em&gt;, I'm going to keep trusting. And smiling for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for everything. Even though it's so terribly hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5945082272130278768?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5945082272130278768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5945082272130278768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5945082272130278768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5945082272130278768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/these-dreams-they-told-me.html' title='These dreams they told me...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3329697970899402084</id><published>2009-08-04T00:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:38:39.486+10:00</updated><title type='text'>He Chose You</title><content type='html'>"I just finished a book by Max Lucado titled "And the Angels were Silent". I understand that every time you purchase a book you are entitled to photocopy or reproduce up to one chapter of the book. So I'm gonna make use of that today, and I hope this speaks to you as much as it spoke to me. Do take some time to read it through if you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night. Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been full of finalities. The final visit to the temple. The final sermon. The final supper. And now, the most emotional hour of the week, the final prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is in shadows. The olive trees are knotted and gnarled. They twist five or six feet into the sky. Roots sprawl from the trunks and claw deeply into the rocky soil. The spring moon casts the garden in silver. Constellations sparkle against the black velvet of the night sky. Fleets of clouds float. A breeze cools. Insects sing. Leaves stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's him. Jesus. In the grove. On the ground. The young man. The one in the sweat-soaked garment. Kneeling, imploring. His hair is plastered to his wet forehead. He agonises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sound is heard in the trees. Snoring. Jesus looks across the garden at the dearest friends he has. They are asleep. They lean against the broad trunks and slumber. His yearnings don't stir them, his distress doesn't move them. They are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stands and walks through the shadowed trees and squats before them. "Please," he asks, "please just stay awake with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord of the universe doesn't want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knew that before the "war" between God and Satan was over, he would be taken captive. He knew that before victory would come defeat. He knew that before the throne would come the cup. He knew that before the light of Sunday would come the blackness of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, for a moment, yourself in this situation. Your final hour. What do you say? What do you do? What words do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's worth noting that Jesus chose prayer. He chose to pray for US. "I pray for these men. But I am also praying for all people who will believe in me because of the teaching of these men. Father I pray that all people who believe in me can be one...I pray that these people can also be one in us, so that the world will believe that you sent me." (John 17:20-21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to note that in this final prayer, Jesus prayed for you. He said "I am also praying for all people who will believe in me because of the teaching." That is you. That is me. As Jesus stepped into the garden, you were in his prayers. As Jesus looked into heaven, you were in his vision. As Jesus dreamed of the day when we will be where He is, He saw you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final prayer was about you. His final pain was for you. His final passion was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It then talks about Jesus' soul being "overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death". Never has he felt so alone. He confesses that the "spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak". His humanity begged to be delivered from what his divinity could see. Jesus, the man, implores. He peers into the dark pit and begs, "Can't there be another way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he know the answer before he asked the question? Did his human heart hope his heavenly Father had found another way? We don't know. But we do know he asked to get you. We do know he begged for an exit. We do know there was a time when, if he could have, he would have turned his back on the whole mess and gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He couldn't because he saw you&lt;/strong&gt;. Right in the middle of a world that isn't fair, he saw you cast into a river of life you didn't request. He saw you betrayed by those you love. He saw you with a body that gets sick and a heart that grows weak. He saw you in your own garden of gnarled trees and sleeping friends. He saw you staring into the pit of you own failures and the mouth of your own grave. He saw you in your Garden of Gethsemane...and he didn't want you to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted you to know that he has been there too. He knows what it's like to be plotted against. He knows what it's like to be confused. He knows what it's like to be torn between two desires. He knows what it's like to smell the stench of Satan. And, perhaps most of all, he knows what it's like to beg God to change his mind and to hear God say so gently, but firmly, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that is what God says to Jesus. And Jesus accepts the answer. At some moment during that midnight hour an angel of mercy comes over the weary body of the man in the garden. As he stands, the anguish is gone from his eyes. His fist will clench no more. His heart will fight no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The battle is won. You may have thought it was won on Golgotha. It wasn't. You may have thought the sign of victory is the empty tomb. It isn't. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The final battle was won in Gethsemane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the sign of conquest is Jesus at peace in the olive trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was in the garden that he made his decision, because he would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3329697970899402084?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3329697970899402084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3329697970899402084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3329697970899402084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3329697970899402084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-chose-you.html' title='He Chose You'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5498837236411891134</id><published>2009-08-03T15:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:58:43.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Death: Body failing, spirit expanding</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; enough to KNOW God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature - have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 1:20&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, "men are without excuse". They do know Him. Indeed, I'm sure almost everyone you've met knows &lt;em&gt;About&lt;/em&gt;, or at least has heard of our God. Yes, the 'Christian' God. They have no excuse not too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not enough, is it? Everyone knows him, yet so many people choose to turn their faces away from the righteous one. Even if "God has made it plain to them" (Romans 1:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIN. The big, three-letter word.&lt;br /&gt;And why we sin...the reason WHY is almost too simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"For although they knew God, they neither &lt;strong&gt;glorified&lt;/strong&gt; him as God nor &lt;strong&gt;gave thanks&lt;/strong&gt; to him, but their thinking became futile and their foolish hearts were darkened"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 1:21&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore, God "gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts"; "gave them over to shameful lusts"; "gave them over to a depraved mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorifying, is basically giving honour, and praise and worship. It is exalting something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I glorify God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mean, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I REALLY glorify God? In all that I do? Do I honour Him, and His name with my actions and words, and thoughts? Do I make Him proud of my ways? Do I exalt Him constantly?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, do I glorify other things/people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I give thanks? Or is the first thing I do while facing a difficulty/problem, to complain? Do I thank God for all that He has done, for Salvation, for His love and freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my trials and obstacles? For the hardships and heartache? Do I give thanks for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough questions. I admit, my answers are mostly in the negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not enough to know God. &lt;strong&gt;Actions speak louder than words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to know&lt;/span&gt; that I should glorify and give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; glorify and give thanks. In all that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my new resolution: honouring and exalting God in all that I do. Even the little nitty-gritty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5498837236411891134?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5498837236411891134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5498837236411891134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5498837236411891134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5498837236411891134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-body-failing-spirit-expanding.html' title='Death: Body failing, spirit expanding'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-916277176427987634</id><published>2009-07-26T23:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:00:40.077+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing left to say, just take me away</title><content type='html'>I'm back in Sydney. School starts tmr Have a lecture at 1pm Thank God there's no 9am tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am settling in just fine. The holidays have been amazing but I realise there's nothing much to be gained from sitting around wishing uni doesn't start. The weather's been damp and gloomy and really cold but thank God for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hit the sheets asap i'm too tired, hopefully have something interesting soon-ish :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, despite my reluctance, and &lt;em&gt;diving into the deep end of the pool without knowing my limits or how close the floor is to the surface,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Happy, thanks to &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-916277176427987634?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/916277176427987634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=916277176427987634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/916277176427987634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/916277176427987634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-nothing-left-to-say-just-take.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing left to say, just take me away'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2629118233794976041</id><published>2009-07-21T21:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:15:41.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember your password? Do you remember Anything at all?</title><content type='html'>So much has happened over the last week. My absence from this blog due to the fact that i am busy observing....not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was the bombings, my two day rendezvous to Malacca with the family and friends, falling sick, the fact that Manutd beat the malaysian local team ONLY 2-0, swine flu/H1N1, a few passing ons, Sims3, and then some...Oh and I guess I could heap "Harry Potter and the half-blood prince" in the same category lol ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame about the Jakarta bombing. Had a friend who flew there in hopes of watching Manchester United play, but the team didn't show up. But that's not the point. The point is nowhere's safe anymore, is it? And Singapore - well, all it takes is just a small one to go off on the expressway at 8 in the AM, or at Dhoby Ghaut MRT, and the casualty rate would've shot through the roof in a matter of minutes. It is scary, but it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malacca on the other hand was heaps fun. So the family drove in with dad's two other colleague's and one of his colleague's wife. It was a really good trip - we ate a tad too much I reckon, but enjoyed the sun nonetheless. Did a fair bit of shopping even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, two more days left, I wonder if it was always this hard to leave? I always seem to enjoy Sydney anyway(: But yeah albeit being too relunctant, I guess I'm prepared. I have to be. This is what I paid for - no pun and not literally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Good day awesome people. You are greatly missed x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2629118233794976041?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2629118233794976041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2629118233794976041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2629118233794976041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2629118233794976041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-remember-your-password-do-you.html' title='Do you remember your password? Do you remember Anything at all?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7340246386457972384</id><published>2009-07-13T14:17:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:53:52.445+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you die a little bit on the inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rachel Weisz's coat! And shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahhh funkaye to a whole notha level me friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls of The tie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-O-A-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brothersbloom6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/brothersbloom6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hats! The coats! Everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=258569_9a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/258569_9a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lookbook.nu]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=257321_look11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/257321_look11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lookbook.nu]&lt;br /&gt;Who's this ? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the new Harry Potter movie coming up. I adore Hermoine Granger, I do. And I'm so happy Emma Watson is returning to play the bushy haired apparently bland-looking bossy Granger. She plays her so well. Even if she's too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sidenote: JKR chose the name Hermione from a character in Shakespeare's play "A Winter's Tale;" although she says that the characters are not at all similar. She thought it made sense for a couple of professional dentists to name their only daughter something like that to show how clever they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson's so chic too. I follow her on gofugyourself.com (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FN_CartierPolo_004-thumb-420x650.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/FN_CartierPolo_004-thumb-420x650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hermoine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/hermoine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me sleep to dreammmmm (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7340246386457972384?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7340246386457972384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7340246386457972384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7340246386457972384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7340246386457972384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-you-die-little-bit-on-inside.html' title='Don&apos;t you die a little bit on the inside'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6159724831779104687</id><published>2009-07-12T03:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:06:28.088+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw your face on the corner of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGPDMZd8jwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/xGPDMZd8jwM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6159724831779104687?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6159724831779104687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6159724831779104687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6159724831779104687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6159724831779104687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/saw-your-face-on-corner-of-my-mind.html' title='Saw your face on the corner of my mind'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3595169765993389739</id><published>2009-07-10T01:24:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:34:57.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brothers Bloom</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I chanced upon a movie that blew me away. But this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=TheBrothersBloom.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/TheBrothersBloom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, hello? It's soooooo goooodddddd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrien Brody is the new McDreamy, or maybe the original one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=353px-Adrien_Brody28cannesPH29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/353px-Adrien_Brody28cannesPH29.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, he is the lead actor in &lt;em&gt;The Pianist&lt;/em&gt;, for which he won an Academy Award for best actor, and got nominated for a whole bunch of others, including the Golden Globes. Other 'famous' (to me) appearances include &lt;em&gt;King Kong &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Darjeeling Limited.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the movie was so refreshing. Potentially confusing (what was that about the Diamond Dog?), but indeed very raw and a breather from the rest of the new releases out there. Not what I expected. The cinematography was particularly fascinating for me, especially how the scenes were shot and the angles were used. The music, despite not to my liking, was better than half of the movies that I've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from the comedy - it made me laugh so hard, Rachel weisz you are most hilarious, the outfits were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;to die for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly, all that they were wearing.... only a dream come true. The cutest coats and the funkiest shoes!! I WANNNNTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it was a stellar cast, with Rinko Kikuchi who played a mute Bang Bang (like she played a mute role in Babel too) as the quirky sidekick for Stephen (Ruffalo) who eased charm and who longs to create the perfect con, "to tell a story so well it becomes real."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So artsy fartsy. A tad overdone maybe, but just the way I like it. And I might even go so far to say that it lacked in logic. Definitely not the smartest movie, with overkills in the wit section, but I still say Superb, and very delightful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two words: Random, and Snowflakey. Not too sure about the 2nd. Goodnight x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3595169765993389739?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3595169765993389739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3595169765993389739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3595169765993389739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3595169765993389739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/brothers-bloom.html' title='The Brothers Bloom'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1794951897799462036</id><published>2009-07-09T01:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:04:29.627+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we are tangled, but still inseparable</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/TVblWq3tDwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4683740216300269699-1794951897799462036?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1794951897799462036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1794951897799462036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1794951897799462036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1794951897799462036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-are-tangled-but-still-inseparable.html' title='we are tangled, but still inseparable'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2113151197080852575</id><published>2009-07-08T01:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:00:44.629+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasefindthis.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, something appears out of nowhere, and slaps me in the face the only way Inspiration with a capital I does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised, I've been blogging. I haven't been writing. I haven't been listening. I haven't been capturing. I've been blogging. I've been hearing. I've been taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened along the way. &lt;em&gt;Don't we all? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2113151197080852575?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2113151197080852575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2113151197080852575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2113151197080852575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2113151197080852575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasefindthisblogspotcom.html' title='pleasefindthis.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2798640151544109934</id><published>2009-07-07T11:55:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:10:39.665+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater things have yet to come</title><content type='html'>Hillsong Conference 2009! WOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pumped up for it even though i'm maybe 6000km away from Sydney! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey and I were just talking about it last night, along with the new album that's coming up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about us. About Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for Conference - it is not JUST another conference, for Sydney, and for PEOPLE. sooooo gooooodddd! xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2798640151544109934?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2798640151544109934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2798640151544109934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2798640151544109934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2798640151544109934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/greater-things-have-yet-to-come.html' title='Greater things have yet to come'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4667045390995967738</id><published>2009-07-06T16:17:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:29:32.474+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Aeroplanes, I like Aeroplanes</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to be lazy and go back to sleep. I did ten laps in the pool, had chicken rice for lunch, and (finally) started on a new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays just starting I am going to love the next 3 weeks and dread going back to Sydney, Yowwwzaaaaa nothing like hiding under the duvet with the air con turned on and rain pattering on your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? If you think sleeping is an immense waste of time, especially at 2.30 in the PM, you can always rock it out (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos see, God made us as rockstars, and we need to understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We R rawkstarz. We have a stage and we need to rise to the occasion. We need to sing our lungs out and smash them guitars, perform our solos doubly fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when people see you perform, they'd buy tickets to see your show, and you'll end it leaving them clamouring for more. Did someone say, triple platinum CDs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U R rockstarz. So blessed by God who chose to sign you on. He believed in you when you were starting out as a measly solo act in high school, or college, or performing in rundown pubs and practicing in garages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blessed you and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bam wham pow, new life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am out x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4667045390995967738?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4667045390995967738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4667045390995967738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4667045390995967738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4667045390995967738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/aeroplanes-i-like-aeroplanes.html' title='Aeroplanes, I like Aeroplanes'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-860766222258379638</id><published>2009-07-05T01:53:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:34:54.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Like yesterday is gone:</title><content type='html'>So today was probably the most eventful day ever since I came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I woke up at around 1030am and found myself glued to the bed until 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Had lousy chicken rice (without chilli too!!!) but still Thanked God for whoever started chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Caught a bus down to TM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Caught a train to Bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Walked to the fountain just outside starbucks to look for Phaedra and Kevin but was stopped by two women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Had that two women ask if I was Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Looked at two women strange and tried to be nice by keeping a conversation going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Had to be a smart alex and agree to do a supposedly short ten minutes survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Yet to meet Phae and Kevin, but realised that for some reason my legs was on automode and following the two women away from Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Continued being nice and kept up with the conversation, ended up across the road in an office building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Took the lift up and walked into a room filled with unknowing citizens like me and dodgy salespeople&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Listened patiently through all that talk she gave - she was actually pretty nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Got told I'm fat (indirectly). Like, SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Did not get annoyed - I agreed with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) She tried to sell me some protein breakfast shakes or whatever nonsense, kept asking for my food budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Had Phae call me, asking me To Get The Hell Out Of The Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Got out successfully without surrending a single cent (unless you count time as money)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Met Phae and Kevin at Bugis Street, which was typically crowded and unusually happening (the juice stall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Walked two rounds around some random store at Bugis Street, making a fuss over the wide variety of sweets. Found out Kevin is a very good sweet hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Realised it was 5pm and walked back to Bugis to catch our movie, Ice Age 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Bought small popcorn - 2/3rd salty, 2/3rd sweet, of which Phae HAD TO put butter, reminding me of 'FAT' remark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Walked into dodgy theatre at Bugis - the floors weren't carpeted, you had to flip the seats down, the seats were extremely low, drink holder was broken - yes you get the gist. I'd rather go to Shaw Towers at Beach Road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Watched Ice Age 3. Funny in a not-so-funny way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Decided to catch a train to Clarke Quay, so walked down to the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) De-toured to some random stall, where Kevin decided to buy some Kaya pastry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Kevin asked what Kaya was, Phae couldn't explain, I said 'Pandan?'. - The lady in front of us chipped in "eggs and sugar and coconut!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Felt very embarrassed to be called a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Kevin said that Kaya tasted like Crocodile meat (?!!?!), took the train to Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Walked around Clarke Quay trying to figure what to do next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Had some Indian man in a turban ask if I wanted to take a picture with him (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Walked around somemore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Decided to eat, so we cabbed to Lau Pa Sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Ordered: Stingray, Kangkong, Or lua, BBQ Chicken Wings, Sugarcane :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Phae suggested going to this very fantastic dessert place near Bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Cabbed BACK to Bugis - we really need a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Realised Phae didn't know the exact street name for the dessert place, tried calling Alan, he did not pick up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Asked the Cab Driver/Uncle to name a few places to try and refresh Phae's memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Epic fail. But the Uncle was crazily nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Had Kevin tell us that it felt like we three were tourists - we really need a person who knows his/her way around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Felt VERY embarrassed to be called a Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Found out where Pervis street is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Found out that P street is next to Liang Seah street which Phae actually recognised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Thanked the cab driver profusely. Have decided that he is the best cab driver IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Had Mango Sago + Pomelo + mango ice cream at Ah Chew Dessert Place - I know, how innovative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Finished the dessert but felt so obese and full after I felt like puking. Once again got reminded of 'Fat' comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Walked back to Bugis Junction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Went to the arcade at the basement and wondered why Singaporean teens like to hang there&lt;br /&gt;46) Took the train to Bedok MRT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Took the bus back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Washed up, then told my mum about today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Had her 'scold' me for following two strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) I am blogging about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, so what? Because 'today' has already become 'yesterday'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday IS gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every day we borrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brings us one step closer to the edge (infinity)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's your treasure, where's your hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you get the world and lose your soul ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are not infinite We are not permanent&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is immediate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're so confident In our accomplishments &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at our decadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone, like Frank Sinatra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Elvis and his mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Al Pacino's cash,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; nothing lasts in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My highschool dreams are gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My childhood sweets are gone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a day that doesn't last for long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is more than money &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time was never money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time was never cash,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is still more than girls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is more than hundred dollar bills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And roto-tom fills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's more than fame and rock and roll and thrills&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the riches of the kings End up in wills &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we got information in the information age&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But do we know what life is Outside of our convenient Lexus cages&lt;/p&gt;She said he said live like no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every moment that we borrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brings us closer to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God who's not short of cash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bono i'm glad you asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is still worth living, life is still worth living&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place hope and faith on the Unshakeable, not the shakeable.&lt;br /&gt;Spend your days for The One worth living for, for His Glory, for yesterday is gone, and today will soon be gone, and then there will be eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-860766222258379638?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/860766222258379638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=860766222258379638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/860766222258379638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/860766222258379638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-yesterday-is-gone.html' title='Like yesterday is gone:'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4683740216300269699.post-3343166770428116692</id><published>2009-07-04T13:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T14:01:35.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose wisely:</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been on ticketek.com.au for way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Script&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat 26 Sept 2009&lt;br /&gt;Enmore Theatre, NSW&lt;br /&gt;$62&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The All American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 21 Aug 2009&lt;br /&gt;Enmore Theatre, NSW&lt;br /&gt;$65&lt;br /&gt;Special Guests: &lt;strong&gt;Hoobastank &amp;amp; The Sundance Kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decoder Ring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri 26 Aug 2009&lt;br /&gt;Metro Theatre, NSW&lt;br /&gt;$30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to chooosseeeee? x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3343166770428116692?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3343166770428116692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3343166770428116692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3343166770428116692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3343166770428116692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/choose-wisely.html' title='Choose wisely:'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7660947491974039687</id><published>2009-07-03T12:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:04:18.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We lack in possibly one of the most precious elements, portrayed through our liability to throw aside Patience and cast aside Love, all of which are interlinked supernaturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally just woke up and amongst all that today seemed to bring, the laughter and joy I expected, I ended up in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredibly overwhelming feeling. One only brought by Someone who is far greater and all-powerful - a God moment and I wasn't even prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised, what a perfect moment to encounter God. Half awake and ignorant to my surroundings, except maybe all things nice on my bed, I am in one of my most vulnerable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I am inevitably That Much Closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sitting here and all these - everything's just running haywire so I need to backtrack - back to the start, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is favour. It is favour that is unmerited. It is love. It is a gift. And the thing is, we do not deserve it. And it is that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The extent of His grace is enough to blow us all away - that we all know, and also, that's why we don't know. We really cannot begin to fanthom how powerful Grace is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grace is God blessing us with things that we completely do not deserve - which again, must be distinguished from Mercy, which is God witholding judgement that we Do deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both are absolutely sensational.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply because we fall short, especially in that area.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But he said to me, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(God to Paul)&lt;/span&gt; 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that brings us back to vulnerability. &lt;strong&gt;Weakness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are weak. God is strong. Yes, yes, we knew that already. But what exactly are we doing about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fact, so often, don't we all try hard NOT to be weak?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We strive for perfection, for greatness, we try to be stronger than others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Survival of the fittest" "Outlast" "The Biggest Loser", Heck, "Master Chef" - all (reality TV) examples of human beings trying hard &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to be weak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But see, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Grace is enough.&lt;/span&gt; Because God doesn't just love us. God doesn't just love us well. God doesn't just love us fully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loves us in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ABUNDANCE.&lt;/span&gt; That's yes - overspilling, too much for us to contain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if we are in Christ, then there is no need to try and be stronger, better. In fact, we should be completely vulnerable instead. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"There I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't boast about your strength. It means nothing. &lt;strong&gt;Your weakness is Everything.&lt;/strong&gt; For it is only when we &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; weak, smaller than God, insignificant like we really are, that we will &lt;strong&gt;bring ourselves&lt;/strong&gt; to completely Depend on God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;complete dependence&lt;/strong&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;manifest&lt;/strong&gt; God's power in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We fear being vulnerable. We fear being embarrassed. We fear giving away our secrets. We fear sharing. We fear being read like an open book. We fear being boring. We fear being predictable. We fear being too open. We want mystery. We want people to 'figure us out'. But when we try to do that, we try to have the upper hand - and that, at least for me, gets in the way of being completely vulnerable to God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isaiah 66: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is the one I esteem: he who is humble and contrite in spirit, and trembles at my word"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contrite = feeling a sense of guilt and a desire for atonement; penitent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only possible when we allow ourselves to be completely vulnerable. And when we are completely vulnerable we are strong - we are esteemed, &lt;strong&gt;through Grace.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give it all really means &lt;strong&gt;Give it ALL.&lt;/strong&gt; There's no way to be a good politician and beat around the bush. &lt;strong&gt;He saved our lives, why should we fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we are open, weak, to God - His power is able to flow into us, and we will then be made strong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His strength &gt; our strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times infinity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's not as easy as willing it all to be right&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be more than hoping it's right&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear you laugh like you really mean it&lt;br /&gt;Collapse into me, tired with joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;With my hands open and my eyes open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I just keep hoping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That your heart opens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Open your heart God Bless x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7660947491974039687?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7660947491974039687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7660947491974039687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7660947491974039687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7660947491974039687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-your-grace-to-remind-me-to-find.html' title='I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4944462742760587306</id><published>2009-07-01T15:24:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:35:38.244+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I could never fall in love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=greatsign.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/greatsign.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a watch on this space, (hopefully) something amazing this way comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kk2tVLz6gr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/kk2tVLz6gr8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;Thank God for friends. Cheryl, jmo &amp; varian in particular who are buying chicken rice back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome day x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/EDIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DIDNT BUY CHICKEN RICE FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda friends do I have. Walao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4944462742760587306?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4944462742760587306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4944462742760587306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4944462742760587306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4944462742760587306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-could-never-fall-in-love-again.html' title='I could never fall in love again'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4739108270425215048</id><published>2009-06-29T02:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:57:24.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Singlish</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;br /&gt;Shan &amp; Ross - my favourite DJs (maybe, ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how good is this ang moh Tyler?! Helps that he looks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan, stop speaking Singlish your Irish accent I still favour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4739108270425215048?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4739108270425215048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4739108270425215048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4739108270425215048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4739108270425215048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/singlish.html' title='Singlish'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5064493792239641118</id><published>2009-06-27T03:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:11:30.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Varian:</title><content type='html'>★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;can i say again you're a fantastic friend I'm so thankful God shoved us into each other's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;ure lousy la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;SHOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;for the lack of a better word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U THINK GOD USE SHOVED?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varian you seriously rock my socks off x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;jokes varian you're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;of course i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;★Gi says:&lt;br /&gt;get some sleep remember paddle as hard as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;im varian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;AND IM NOT DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-varianangmingjie; LIFE'S SHORT, PADDLE HARD says:&lt;br /&gt;zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhmmmmm. Right. Don't put 'MJ - R.I.P' okay? Use Michael Jackson. Some people's chinese names have the initials of M and J too :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5064493792239641118?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5064493792239641118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5064493792239641118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5064493792239641118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5064493792239641118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/varian.html' title='Varian:'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1764763621154171420</id><published>2009-06-26T20:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:36:47.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I miss:</title><content type='html'>(Pardon the lousy quality pictures the blood relation brought the d60 across the bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=P1080330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/P1080330.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimal effort to mess up the room, i know, i like it that way thankyouverymuch (am not speaking on my parents' behalf :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=P1080331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/P1080331.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I spend most of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=P1080332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/P1080332.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I miss the most: hanging on the balcony watching the sunset &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, korean food at east coast? Sounds fab x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-1764763621154171420?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1764763621154171420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1764763621154171420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1764763621154171420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1764763621154171420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-i-miss_923.html' title='This is what I miss:'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6617299813754168532</id><published>2009-06-26T14:29:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:46:33.108+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson dead.</title><content type='html'>And the king of pop has left the world mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Motown legend Quincy Jones, who produced Jackson's seminal album Thriller, said: "For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don't have the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. I've lost my little brother today, and part of my soul has gone with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna, perhaps the only artist who could rival Jackson's fame and influence in the 1980s, said: "I can't stop crying over the sad news. I have always admired Michael Jackson. The world has lost one of the greats, but his music will live on forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My heart goes out to his three children and other members of his family. God bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center in Los Angeles. Ed Winter, the assistant chief coroner for Los Angeles County, confirmed his office had been notified of the death and would handle the investigation. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Courier Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,25692750-7642,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/couriermail/story/0,23739,25692750-7642,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6617299813754168532?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6617299813754168532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6617299813754168532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6617299813754168532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6617299813754168532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-dead.html' title='Michael Jackson dead.'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-1018595010979003436</id><published>2009-06-25T18:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:37:48.601+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun's coming to shine on this occasion</title><content type='html'>Lately (say in the past 6 hours), everything's been about the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did someone say SINGAPORE cos that's where i am baby! The plane ride was awfully enjoyable! There was no one to my right, and a fellow burmese/singaporean usyd student on my left. And then there was a pretty nice indian engineering lecturer (TAFE) further down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, flying is such a great opportunity to make friends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it must be the mocha that kept me awake and allowed me to spam movies! Who said &lt;em&gt;Watchmen&lt;/em&gt; was horrible because its the complete opposite!! It's so smart and funny in a clever way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/em&gt; is also one of the best chick flicks i've caught, like, seriously, i rate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I walked out of the arrival hall with my new found friend hey, and for a moment I couldn't find anyone, which was weird cos usually they'd be hanging around the entrance. And then I spotted the six, and started walking towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to see 6 smiling faces and hear the word 'STOPPPPP!' when I was like 5 metres away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them: STOPPP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stops* Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Them: SWINE FLU!!!! TWO METRES AWAY PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. But seriously being home is just the best feeling in the world, nevermind the heat. (and the fact that my brother and his friend bought masks for me to wear in the car because they didn't want to be infected DID SOMEONE SAY PARANOIA LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been packing my room because it feels like the worst room in the house, its so unused, and I need to get down to finishing half-written blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the meantime I hope all who are in Sydney is enjoying the weather because you should appreciate it, and I hope all in Singapore will not avoid me because even though I have a flu and a cough  it doesnt mean I have H1N1 they cleared me at the airport that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a message x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-1018595010979003436?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1018595010979003436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=1018595010979003436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1018595010979003436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/1018595010979003436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/suns-coming-to-shine-on-this-occasion.html' title='The sun&apos;s coming to shine on this occasion'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8906547522403430013</id><published>2009-06-24T02:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T02:12:07.994+10:00</updated><title type='text'>l'amour</title><content type='html'>Even though I had a thousand and two things to do before I finally pack up and leave for Singapore, I wanted to share what I realised a couple days ago, but took me a very good conversation with amazing people until 330am and basically the last 48 hours for it to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, in french, everything has a gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a car is female - hence, &lt;em&gt;la voiture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt; = female (something like THE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le&lt;/em&gt; = masculine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, in french, is &lt;em&gt;amour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le&lt;/em&gt; + &lt;em&gt;amour&lt;/em&gt; = &lt;em&gt;l'amour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, in french, is&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;masculine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it - how its masculine. Isn't it so appropriate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a hurricane - it takes your breath away. &lt;em&gt;Masculine&lt;/em&gt;, it is strong and dependable, it is passionate and fiery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Love is also like a gentle breeze - it gives you peace. &lt;em&gt;Masculine&lt;/em&gt;, it is gentle and sensitive, vulnerable yet not weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a very good holiday Do not miss me too much We shall meet again soon x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8906547522403430013?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8906547522403430013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8906547522403430013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8906547522403430013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8906547522403430013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/lamour_24.html' title='l&apos;amour'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6309336527763079086</id><published>2009-06-22T00:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:20:36.687+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook confusions</title><content type='html'>The FUNNIEST thing happened I am laughing so hard now (yes to myself) it hurts and im crying (tears of joy of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the homepage on FB, and the first thing I saw posted was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i am not even exaggerating i tried calling germs on the extension to tell her about this but she was on the phone!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU SEE IT?!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patrick Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hi G r u there? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;14 minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isn't it hilarious doesn't it make you laugh out loud BECAUSE ITS THE FUNNIEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED AT LEAST FOR TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father asked if I was on fb writing on his status How did he think he was going to succeed getting my attention - wait, he did - and made me hysterical at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to call him x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6309336527763079086?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6309336527763079086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6309336527763079086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6309336527763079086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6309336527763079086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/facebook-confusions.html' title='Facebook confusions'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7647059954115053778</id><published>2009-06-21T23:05:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:18:12.459+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Everydays, and one day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to scream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout, at the top of my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lungs and with all my breath, how much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know, I can never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorporate His Love and Grace with the limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of twenty-six alphabets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though all energy is spent, inked out on a page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more, I wouldn't be able to conquer because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even fanthom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, complete with nails and death,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness stands, bridges the great divide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I spell, shadows of grey long forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paint brush touches fiery red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And passion, for this is the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7647059954115053778?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7647059954115053778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7647059954115053778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7647059954115053778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7647059954115053778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/everydays-and-one-day.html' title='Everydays, and one day'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4826574320738431999</id><published>2009-06-21T01:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:05:23.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a song that will change your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well, I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring&lt;br /&gt;Now something on the surface it stings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said something on the surface really kinda makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;Who says that you deserve this and what kind of god would serve this?&lt;br /&gt;We will cure this dirty old disease&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you've gots the poison I've gots the remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedy is the experience&lt;br /&gt;It is a dangerous liaison&lt;br /&gt;I say the comedy is that its serious - Which is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends, when it all amounts to nothing in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard two men talking on the radio, in a cross fire kind of new reality show&lt;br /&gt;Uncovering the ways to plan the next big attack&lt;br /&gt;Well, They were counting down the days to stab the brother in the be right back&lt;br /&gt;After this the unavoidable kiss, where the minty fresh death breath is sure to outlast this catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, 'cause if you've gots the poison, I've gots the remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedy is the experience.&lt;br /&gt;This is a dangerous liaison&lt;br /&gt;I say the comedy is that its serious - Which is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fall in love, I take my time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind&lt;br /&gt;You can turn off the sun but I'm still gonna shine and I'll tell you why&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remedy is the experience.&lt;br /&gt;It is a dangerous liaison.&lt;br /&gt;I say the comedy is that its serious - Which is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend the rest of your nights with the light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends when it all amounts to nothing in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;I won't worry my life away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't and I won't and I won't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(Jason Mraz - The Remedy (I Won't Worry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you judge me, this song was written by Mraz for his best friend who was battling cancer. &lt;em&gt;(They appeared on TRL when it was still on MTV, the friend playing this song together with him. Do you know why I love Mraz, DO YOU REALLY?!!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of the best songs he's ever written, I must say, one of my favourite-st, which clearly goes to say alot since I actually do love most of his songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to say how worrying can consume us - it can rob us of our joy and take our focus off what's most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want to worry your life away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The remedy is the experience. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, if you've gots the poison,&lt;strong&gt; God's got The Remedy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4826574320738431999?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4826574320738431999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4826574320738431999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4826574320738431999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4826574320738431999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-song-that-will-change-your-life.html' title='Here&apos;s a song that will change your life'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-4933048509662715832</id><published>2009-06-19T21:23:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:48:54.589+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The nicest thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41R1jN26b4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/41R1jN26b4I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;em&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot&lt;br /&gt;That you loved secretly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was on a hidden bit &lt;br /&gt;That nobody else could see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so undecided about this song. It feels like I could like it, but then something annoys me, and then I want to hate it, but then something draws me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really singing, is it? But the lyrics are fantastic, they belong on a page, not in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame the skies are grey and gloomy. I wanted to walk out of the exam room to sunshine, but i guess i shall settle for a rainy day[: Seems appropriate for catching up on massive amounts of sleep, oreos, milk, and some movie marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i like how my itunes put coco lee just before coheed and cambria woohoo everything's ten times more fascinating now that i can bludge for the next month and not worry about assignments and tests and homework and readings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have a right to be random Have an awesome day i hear food a-calling! x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-4933048509662715832?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4933048509662715832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=4933048509662715832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4933048509662715832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/4933048509662715832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/nicest-thing.html' title='The nicest thing'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-407459015940915132</id><published>2009-06-19T16:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:24:28.383+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue eyes, i just want to sing a song to you</title><content type='html'>We were talking about &lt;strong&gt;the circle line&lt;/strong&gt; over lunch (anything to procrastinate), and in a bid of finding out exactly where those circle lines run, I googled a map of the MRT stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*disclaimer: If you are no singaporean, MRT = Mass Rapid Transit = our highly functional, crowded yet clean, high tech (?) train system (that does not rip money off people, but you cannot eat inside you will get fined)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and there's no such thing as express trains and the likes! SINGAPORE'S TRANSPORT SYSTEM IS SO GOOD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I launch into a 'ten-reasons-why-i-heart-singapore' post, I must show you the map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=Possible-map-of-Singapore-MRT-stati.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/Possible-map-of-Singapore-MRT-stati.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour-coded. And terribly, terribly confusing. I shall get used to it, i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped from a fellow singaporean's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When people ask me what I am most proud about Singapore, I’d probably say it’s the transportation system. I like the MRT system most as it is clean and decreases commute time. I feeling inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Possible map of the future of Singapore MRT stations. Click on the image to enlarge, it will open into a new windows.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it’s just a bloody map, but to me, it respresents people’s dreams, the amount of work they have to do to materialize the whole map. It’s Singapore’s plan of the future that keeps me working on. I guess I don’t believe in past that much, the past is great but let’s make our future greater."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[http://beconfused.com/2007/04/26/something-that-inspires-me-about-singapore/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i was rendered speechless. Just as you are now. I don't think he/she was even joking about the 'represents people's dreams' bit. Seriously, people, Singapore is so much more than a good transport system, and clearly, spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I thought there was spellcheck now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was the red, green, purple lines. With the addition of new colours, comes the addition of places i've never even heard before! I thought i knew singapore, but &lt;strong&gt;hume? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The circle line (orange) is our latest addition, by the way (runs through ulu places like lorong chuan, thomson, bukit brown [?!?!], kent ridge, pasir panjang [hello other side of the world], and tai seng). The Bukit Timah line is bright blue, the Downtown extension is black, The eastern Region line is blinding yellow, The north coast line is sky blue. Sentosa express (?!) is dark navy blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore - multi coloured, or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-407459015940915132?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/407459015940915132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=407459015940915132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/407459015940915132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/407459015940915132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/blue-eyes-i-just-want-to-sing-song-to.html' title='Blue eyes, i just want to sing a song to you'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8084746758234043828</id><published>2009-06-18T11:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:04:20.159+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what you do to me.</title><content type='html'>And it's not a bad thing, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/?action=view&amp;current=2j66xp0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn121/tainted_friday/2j66xp0.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in first gear, wishing I would just switch off this damn electronic thingum already. Third gear hopefully by 3pm in the afternoon, turbo charging my knees to jelly yes that is what i was aiming for! There is no reason why I should not be studying my butt out, I am so free, geraldine you cannot keep dreaming of Singaland and hokkien mee life does not work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I add, I realised i liked blogging so much because its therapeutic. It's comforting to know that people read all these rubbish and still want to be my friend. Yay, life does not suck as much as I want it to be. See, read: I want it to suck but Hey i'm human after all. Self pity is a sin, but thank God I am covered in &lt;strong&gt;Grace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today shall be an awesome day i can feel it in my bones! :D Last night's message was fantastic - What can I do to bless people, that is now my mantra, and only because i want it to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all woke up with a purpose, woke up fully and never shut your eyes again because your dreams are bigger than you thought, made possible with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th of June x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8084746758234043828?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8084746758234043828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8084746758234043828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8084746758234043828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8084746758234043828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-you-do-to-me.html' title='This is what you do to me.'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6471599896637357638</id><published>2009-06-17T16:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:20:34.671+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i should be studying: Write me a letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3oSL1Uy7PIg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/3oSL1Uy7PIg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;Dancers:Ben Susak &amp; Pam Chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" by John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece choreographed by Wade Robson. He did a shorter version of this for Joshua &amp; Katee for the dance, TV show So You Think You Can Dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sick is Wade Robson?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGG_w6vFApM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/vGG_w6vFApM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;Joshua &amp; Katee who are fully awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6471599896637357638?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6471599896637357638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6471599896637357638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6471599896637357638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6471599896637357638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-i-should-be-studying-write-me.html' title='I know i should be studying: Write me a letter'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-3645604014760375976</id><published>2009-06-16T19:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:57:58.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Since i've gots the poison, Here's the remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 13:10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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;Apply it to whatever that is going on in your life - i will not put it in words; i will not try to fit that verse into your life. You can do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the imperfect. &lt;strong&gt;He is the perfect. &lt;/strong&gt;If we are in Him - then I ask, "&lt;em&gt;What &lt;/em&gt;imperfections?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-3645604014760375976?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3645604014760375976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=3645604014760375976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/3645604014760375976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;System up with the top down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Got the city on lockdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drive by in the low ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hands high when we fly by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fly by, fly by, fly by, fly by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot stuff, top stuff, yo we got stuff lolz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4_z7rQFFqI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6714490387790121383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6714490387790121383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/cheshire-cat-wont-you-smile-for-me.html' title='Cheshire cat won&apos;t you smile for me?'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8800550847342843630</id><published>2009-06-15T14:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:14:01.175+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just want you to know</title><content type='html'>So, remember how I said a few entries back I was set on conquering my itunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my B's, therefore, Backstreet Boys are crooning their hearts out while I motivate myself to stay motivated to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's a lot I can blog about - things to encourage, things I want to share, especially about last night's message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I feel the need to say how important prayer and communicating with God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your hearts, and be receptive. As most of us are students, we either have too happening a life, or one that's basically confined to four walls and piles of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've probably heard this a million times, but reading the Bible is so important. Because in the midst of our busy routines, we fail to hear God speaking to us. And for me one of the best ways I can actually sit down and hear God is through His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you should set 5 minutes a day to force yourself to read His word. I'm not saying that books written by Pastors and famous evangelists are unhelpful. I guess I'm saying that God doesn't just want you to read the revelations other people have (although this is extremely good), but to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;start having your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the power of God to blow your minds away with a line, word, phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up that Bible - for it comforts, and gives hope, and provides wisdom. It grants us strength when our strength seems to be failing us. Make the Book of Life your favourite book  - yes, even more than Harry Potter or Twilight (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8800550847342843630?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8800550847342843630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8800550847342843630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8800550847342843630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8800550847342843630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-want-you-to-know.html' title='Just want you to know'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5911931171157003352</id><published>2009-06-14T14:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:39:11.767+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You are beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I want to be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Make you stand in awe&lt;br /&gt;Look inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and be amazed&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is quite enough&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be worthy of love&lt;br /&gt;And beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Beautiful, Bethany Dillon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know girls who have had their hearts broken. I know girls who give up everything for nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;I know girls who are strong. I know girls who have walked out of the darkness and into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these girls are beautiful - and not just on the inside, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to be told. Tell her - your best friend, your special someone, your mom and sisters and cousins and grandmoms - they are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-5911931171157003352?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5911931171157003352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5911931171157003352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5911931171157003352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5911931171157003352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-beautiful.html' title='You are beautiful'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2222567412255579315</id><published>2009-06-13T18:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:21:46.529+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I love...</title><content type='html'>How epiphanies come so suddenly and present itself in such a clear formulated way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random texts incorporates all that love in 5 short-formed words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lunch with awesome friends always leads to long conversations about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the weather seems to be freezing-o but once you step out the glorious sunshine strikes you so hard you must crawl out of your thick jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silence can create itself into something more by building up on its own steady tone and rhythm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you think people from your past have forgotten you but actually read your blog on a regular basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How chocolate is really good for your health and does makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the former is actually scientifically proven and not just me making castles in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How photographs bring back memories, mostly good, and even those that are bad eventually evolve into good ones too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How what you thought was impossible is now possible, and have proven to be so if you would just sit down and reflect on the video of your life, not the snapshot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How life seems manifested once you step over and out of your shell and view the world and you from a third person's perspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How God was, is and will be. He's been fantastic, is being fantastic, and will continue being fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes, God is the DJ, the world's your stage turn it into a dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a very good day. Be as random as you can possibly be, sing happy songs on the top of your voice, bust out some crazy moves on the street, and tell the people you love, you love them. And &lt;em&gt;show&lt;/em&gt; them too x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-2222567412255579315?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2222567412255579315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2222567412255579315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2222567412255579315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2222567412255579315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love.html' title='I love...'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-6361534363452343319</id><published>2009-06-13T16:04:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:08:51.611+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be your boogieman</title><content type='html'>"Drop a pebble in a lake and eventually the ripples go beyond what you’re capable of seeing. If you can touch, move, or inspire just one person in your lifetime, it will have a powerful impact on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live knowing that your extraordinary actions will still be resonating across that lake for 7 generations and then some. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-6361534363452343319?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6361534363452343319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=6361534363452343319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6361534363452343319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/6361534363452343319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-be-your-boogieman.html' title='I wanna be your boogieman'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8494026035490030219</id><published>2009-06-12T15:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:05:34.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded</title><content type='html'>12pm: Wake up&lt;br /&gt;1pm: Have breakfast/lunch&lt;br /&gt;2pm - (fill in the blanks): Study a bit, procrastinate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pumped up its almost holidays can you sense the anticipation rising in the air?!&lt;br /&gt;I love my sleep and can see the holidays being a very hot, sleepy, fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i am motivated to listen through ALL the songs on my itunes. 2979 songs, 8: 15: 43: 23 total time, 16.76GB. And I haven't even finished transferring most of the files up to itunes yet. And I haven't even begun thinking of the massive amounts of torrenting I am about to do once I HIT home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Aerosmith is playing - yes, &lt;/em&gt;A&lt;em&gt;s FTW]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is calling out to me like moth to a flame Why on earth am I trying to be least poetic about this Eggcited or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop reading this page it really is full of rubbish you just wasted that bit of time you could've spent reading page 44 of the textbook I Mean It SHOO&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8494026035490030219?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8494026035490030219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8494026035490030219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8494026035490030219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8494026035490030219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/jaded.html' title='Jaded'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-8288023776956284300</id><published>2009-06-12T00:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:47:07.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me with your eyelashes tonight</title><content type='html'>Generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This word - generosity - is coined from the word Humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be truly generous, one must first humble himself. In other words, FASTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is fasting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many of us, it's the sacrifice of something, be it food or tv or heck, chocolate, for a period of time, and to use that period to thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, Fasting is a daily thing. It occurs every day. &lt;br /&gt;God doesn't want us to fast for just a day, to be humble for a period. We should do it all the time - a constant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isaiah 58:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting = giving up something. Sacrificing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone else, of course. The oppressed; people who lack. Fasting, in turn, churns out the term 'Generosity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you following me? Haha incredibly complicated even I'm not too sure where this is going, or if this is completely correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaiah 58:7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see him naked, to clothe him, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not to turn away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;from your own flesh and blood?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vs 9 - 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk...spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Do you have the heart for people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this life is about people - not just the saved, the blessed and the redeemed, but also the lost, the weary, the oppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity is easy when you have 100 dollars in your pocket, and spare change for the homeless dude on the corner of George Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it becomes particularly hard when there's only 20 dollars left in your bank account, and you have a family to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity is easy when you've always had everything you needed, supplied by friends and family, parents - when you've been blessed all your life. But generosity is nowhere on your mind when you're struggling to pay the debts and have recently lost your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, for me, generosity is challenging. We Asians especially (Yes heads up im speaking to you brudda!) keep track of our money like....When we should be keeping track of the sheep that wander in and out of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see this the way I do? Are we becoming too caught up with ourselves? Are we saving money for that next big purchase, that shopping trip, for the next meal? Are we keeping our wallets closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are selfish. We are, indeed, very non-generous (ingenerous? ungenerous?) by nature. If I have abundant, I'll save it for my family and friends. None for the beggars down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way we roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we forget just how blessed we are. We get comfortable with all the good things God pours out upon us because of His great, great love. We then become greedy and dissatisfied. We are then not content with salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is His grace sufficient for us? &lt;strong&gt;Is it REALLY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much of a point to make - i'm just freely sharing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the next time you walk down the road and see a homeless drunk - what pops up in your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If i give him money he'll just spend it on alcohol/cigerattes/gamble it away...i'm helping him by NOT giving him money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that it? I know many people think that way. I know I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who are we to judge if a man is evil or good? For there is only One who is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extend generosity. Give freely. Give cheerfully, without judgement. Because really, who are we to judge? Who is anyone else to be able to judge you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to have a passion for people, especially the ones we don't know. The son of God hung out with fishermen and prostitutes - why can't we drop 2 bucks into the box of the next homeless dude we see? Yes, even if he isn't even doing something fantastic like playing the guitar while balancing a bicycle on his head. Bless people, even if its with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is only One who is good.&lt;/strong&gt; The rest of us are equal - we are all sinners. There is no hierarchy after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-8288023776956284300?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8288023776956284300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=8288023776956284300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8288023776956284300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/8288023776956284300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/kiss-me-with-your-eyelashes-tonight.html' title='kiss me with your eyelashes tonight'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-5866046969344964359</id><published>2009-06-11T02:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:58:07.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE OR DIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PtwVfJqBfms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/PtwVfJqBfms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4683740216300269699-5866046969344964359?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5866046969344964359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=5866046969344964359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5866046969344964359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/5866046969344964359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-or-die.html' title='DANCE OR DIE'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7500880056681376970</id><published>2009-06-10T13:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:52:39.195+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just rolling through the motions</title><content type='html'>It's a purfect day for shooting but I am forcing myself to sit still and study. A headstart's a start - so I keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already dreaming of cold(er) rainy days in singapore, propping myself on the sofa with a duvet and a pillow, mac delivery for lunch (that's the way we roll in singapore ya hear me?!) and nasi lemak for dinner, oreos and HL milk and grey's anatomy marathon IS THAT THE LIFE OR WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need to get back to work, but just wanted to share something about FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the F word, the four letter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear - is really what we should fear most. It is our achilles heel. Fear gets us done in a very crude sense. And really, a lot of us are made up of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm saying is that Fear is a good thing - but we've simply just been afraid of all the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hand pick so many fears I have right now and this blog post would certainly not be enough to contain them all. I'm sure you have your own fears now - be it financial issues, family problems, relationship turmoils etcetcetc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really sums up to this. I asked myself this question last night, and now I want to share this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who/What do you fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the Bible, God tells us to Fear Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so often, we've lost this fear - this reverence and respect for The King - but instead, directed all that energy into worrying and being anxious and afraid of all these other nitty-gritty things that really aren't worth the amount of time we spend just sitting down and fretting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isaiah 57:11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is it not because I have long been silent that you do not fear me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We human beings are straight-thinkers - we don't usually think 'out of the box' God's way. We're so cooped up in our own little worlds, always worrying about the next hour, the next day, the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when something comes upon us like a tidal wave, we ignore the signs God places - we ignore God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we take that silence from God and turn away from Him. We lose respect - we lose hope, we lose our fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have a God-encounter in every single thing that we do? Do we see God's hand in every thing that's happening around us? Have we lost our fear for God because to us, He's just sleeping or watching at the sidelines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we lost our fear for God because we take daily miracles - the wind blowing, the sun still shining brightly, people loving - for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we not fear Him because we think that we know He will surely forgive us? Because we are comfortable, and are complacent, and think that God will bless us all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look at all these questions before me....and know that they are applicable; good questions I should ask myself all the time...it just saddens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly ask myself - Why? What has the world done to people? What happened in their lives? What broke them? What made them turn away from God? Why can't they see His glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't answer any of this questions to full satisfaction, but I know my God reigns and that His ways and thoughts are far bigger and higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm so blessed to be caught in grace. To feel God and to experience Him. To have Him control my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it should be! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is &lt;strong&gt;No Equality&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; God and us are not on the same page, we're not on the same platform, on the same level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; higher than us.&lt;/strong&gt; He alone has the power and the authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we lose that sense of respect for Him, we lose the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we assume that God will forgive us, we're elevating ourselves. We try to be as big as God. We think we know all there needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what's so messed up about this world. We fear the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take that fear we should have for God and direct it to other smaller, less important issues - studies, grades, position, fame, fortune, attention, food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take God for granted. But don't you see? Once we start fearing the Lord, all else just becomes so much easier to control because The One worth fearing is The One whose hand is over all else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose that reverence, that respect for God. That fear should never dissipitate. He is our best friend, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But He is also Master, King, and Lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fight battles not worth fighting. Fear the right things. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom." (Proverbs 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God Bless xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7500880056681376970?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7500880056681376970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7500880056681376970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7500880056681376970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7500880056681376970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-rolling-through-motions.html' title='just rolling through the motions'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-2960797236030475868</id><published>2009-06-09T17:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:18:10.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze, freeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/jwMj3PJDxuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/4683740216300269699-2960797236030475868?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2960797236030475868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=2960797236030475868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2960797236030475868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/2960797236030475868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/freeze-freeze.html' title='Freeze, freeze'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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-4683740216300269699.post-7521221605536125829</id><published>2009-06-09T02:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:18:26.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Awesome</title><content type='html'>Today started off really well. Today also ended really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's amazing - that no one can deny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies with a tinge of summer in the air chased away winter blues. Thai-la-ong did not do the day justice so we had to takeaway and eat on the rooftop (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, at the bus stop on the way to church, this guy came and asked us for directions. Whilest talking, I realised he very much sounded like me i.e Singaporean, so i asked him if he was. And well, obviously, he was (too much repetition, this i know) We striked up a conversation and then someone asked where he was headed too. In that moment, the opportunity arose, and when he heard that we were going to church, he went: "hillsong, hillsong?". Many times, even on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where we went. To Hillsong. And even though he's Christian, I'm still so amazed at how wonderful God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you're still not convinced, Eugene (the guy we met) knows people from church back home - Belle &amp;amp; BAng. Him and BAng are actually coursemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really, literally, blew me away, and I'm just amazed at how God works in our lives! It's something I can never comprehend - EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Isaiah 55:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;' "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so good that I'm trusting in someone who's far better than me - mightier, more powerful, and with so much wisdom, I cannot fanthom it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, you should be glad Your God's the real deal. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we kinda just bludged at 202 and Steven made ice milo (milo-peng ji puay!) yes - WITH the powder on top (MILO DINO!) It was really The. Life. Man. Thank God for malaysian friends who make good, sweet, cold ice milo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bludging is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then partying is also good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held a surprise party for Teresa, who turns/turned 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the theme was Orange/Brown/Everything that Teresa likes - and I sadly didn't know beforehand. Oh wait - I fit the last category of 'Everything that Teresa likes' :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the food was fantastic, company was great, the games were so old-school but still rocked up heck loads of laughter! To go into detail of the day would be impossible, but I just want to Thank God for it. (Especially Alan who saved me and Fran a long, cold walk back with his fantabulous driving skills)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed now and some God-time before. I shall start some productive studying soon = tomorrow. Yes, I'm not even joking. Red Frogs tmr too at Wesleys/Sancta. It'll be awesome I have no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight guys you amazing people xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4683740216300269699-7521221605536125829?l=lovemefor-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7521221605536125829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4683740216300269699&amp;postID=7521221605536125829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7521221605536125829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4683740216300269699/posts/default/7521221605536125829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovemefor-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/fully-awesome.html' title='Fully Awesome'/><author><name>Geraldine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08480326054583464475</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></feed>
